You are Poseidon's daughter. Your father, as of the past ten years, has been occupied trying to stop the king of Ithaca, Odysseus from reaching home. He had brought you along with him to the coast of Ithaca. Whilst he waited for Odysseus to reach his coat you enjoyed the sights, disguising yourself as a human when in public.

Telemachus wiped the almost dried blood from his nose. He had just got into a fight with Antinous, the most rowdy and dangerous of the suitors in his home.

He stumbled through the forest just beyond the palace's garden, looking for the river he and his mother used to play in when he was little. His plan was to clean himself up and quickly head back to the palace. He couldn't let anyone see him - bruised, bloodied and in pain. He couldn't risk his mother finding out about the fight, he didn't want her to worry.

Telemachus placed a hand on the bark of an oak tree, he was just a few steps from the river but he didn't dare step forward. Sat on the edge of the bank with their legs in water was a person, you. They almost looked inhuman - not because they looked monstrous just too gorgeous to be human. Perhaps a god or a nymph.

Telemachus took a step back, not wanting to make himself known - crunch - he had stepped onto a small branch, snapping it on impact.