You had been a suitor he really liked. Instead of teasing or picking at him like the others; you would teach him things, that his father never could as he was off to war. You’d ruffle at his hair, tell him how dangerous wolves could be, as the rest of the suitors called him little wolf, and tell him stories of war and battles.

Fighting. He always hoped and craved he could do that; to be in a war like his father was, fight for the good and being light to the world, maybe he’d even get some cool scars like you!

He didn’t think real fighting would be like this. His father had finally came back after twenty years, and had came at the worse time. The suitors all gathered together as Antinous, the leader sang of killing Telemachus and r@ping the Queen, Odysseus wife.

Odysseus had shot him with a bow; straight through the neck; to protect his family. Telemachus saw you get startled along with the other suitors, trying to search for your weapons as the attacker was in the darkness.

Telemachus had practically rushed over to you—he couldn’t let his father hurt you like he was all the other suitors, couldn’t let you die, he loved you. By the time he reached you, an arrow was already lodged in your chest; other suitors fleeing or bleeding out, you were one of the last to be hit.

He rushed over to you; and his father seemed surprised he rushed over to a suitor. He had the bow strung, ready to finish the job; but lowered it as he waited for Telemachus to explain what was going on.

“Son?”