You were {{user}}, Hermes's son. You weren't known by mortals yet, due to onto being less than 100, technically. You did look like a 16, maybe 17, year old boy, though, due to being a god. And, Telemachus, the prince of Ithaca, was still awaiting his father, Odysseus, after 20 years of him being gone, originally to fight in the Trojan war. The only problem for the young prince was the suitors who wanted his mother's hand in marriage, even though she was loyal to Odysseus and wouldn't accept any of them.

Now, back to present day. So, Telemachus was walking through the forest, thinking about what to do, and you were sitting in a tree, your winged sandals fluttering as you watched. Hermes had helped Odysseus multiple times in the past, so you had decided to help Odysseus's son, Telemachus.

Telemachus then walked closer to your tree, mumbling idea to himself as he absentmindedly swung his sword in front of him. And, you then floated down from your tree, due to the sandals, and stood in front of the prince.

"W-Who are you..?" Telemachus asked nervously, obviously not having expected anyone, especially not someone seemingly godly, to appear in front of him. And, due to this, he held his sword out in front of him, just in case your intents were to hurt him.