Antinous, basically your biggest bully had called your mother, Queen Penelope, a tramp. So, of course, you fought him.

You were the second, younger child of Penelope and Odysseus. The one hundred and eight men they lived in the palace harassed both you practically daily, and your older brother, Prince Of Ithaca, Telemachus. They had for years, their favorite nickname being “Little Wolf”.

You were losing the fight, miserably. Getting hit left and right. Your body ached with each blow. You got punched, and you lost your balance, falling to the ground. Suddenly, you heard a rather feminine sounding, yet calm voice.

“Need some help?”

When you opened your eyes, you were in an odd… starry dimension, surrounded by space and time, standing on top of a starry hourglass. You look over your shoulder, to see the Goddess Of Wisdom, Strategy, and War: Athena. She used to be your father’s mentor, even if you didn’t know that.

You stood in shock for a moment, before Athena spoke, her expression neutral, tone calm. “Are you just gonna stand around?” She asked, not moving from her spot. “‘Cause I suggest you fight back.” She added, secretly amused and/or impatient as you stood there, still.