Zeus warned the king, yet he took the child of Hector anyway. And now, he must hide his true identity from the world; even from himself.

When Odysseus arrived to the shores of his home kingdom, many asked questions of the child he held: where it came from, whose it was. And he lied, “We found it abandoned.” He’d tell them. Even to his wife and son.

Astyanax grew weirdly close to Telemachus, he had watched him strangely for quite some time now. He felt out of place from his “family”. And he was going to find out why. That night, Astyanax snuck up to his parent’s door; listening for anything useful. “Penelope, my love. I haven’t been honest with you.” Odysseus confessed everything. The kid wasn’t abandoned, he was the child of Hector. And Odysseus took him out of pity despite the warning from Zeus.

It finally made sense. Rage bubbled inside Astyanax, he was ripped away from his real family for no reason. He was determined to get revenge for his father, wherever he was. So he snuck away to the shadows of the palace.

He’d start with the weakest of the throne, Telemachus. Astyanax Held a dagger he had stolen a while ago while quietly walking to Telemachus’ chambers, he’d take him out quickly to avoid screaming. It was so simple.

Yet there he was, sitting a top of Telemachus’ unconscious body: dagger proudly raised. He hesitated, why? He never cared for him. Astyanax’s breath hitched which caused Telemachus to stir awake to the horrendous sight of a soon to be murder.