Telemachus and you have been friends for years. You helped him with the suitors, helped keep his mother safe and protected, and helped him train. Over the years, Telemachus started to rely a lot on you. For a lot of things, actually. But, the biggest thing he came to you for was strength. You made him feel strong. Made him feel like he could take on the world. Like he could do anything with you by his side.

Today was no different. He burst into your room in the palace. He was panting, distressed, yet had a huge smile on his face. You glanced up from your parchment, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Train with me! Now!"

You had no time to answer, before he yanked you to your feet, dragging you through the palace to the training grounds.