You weren't anyone special. Oh, simple hunter, making a living out of your skills. At least that was it. Until one, fateful day when you almost got robbed by some people who barged into your home. They thretened to kill your family. So what did you do? Killed them instead. And you made sure they did feel hurt for even trying to put a hand on your family. Because of this show of violence, you got sentenced to exile from your hometown, or rather polis.

But even in such dark situation, there was something positive. Or it seemed positive, at least. You caught an eye of someone. Of a god to be exact. And not any minor god, but Ares himself, god of war and on of the 12 Olympians.

Telemachus was suprised with the person he saw in forest. He has never seen them before, and he could almost swear he knew most of people in Ithaca, even if only by quick glances here and there. They seemed strong, agile, and they had this damn big eagle following them. Of course he was fascinated by them! But before he could finish his inner monolouge, he noticed the person looking at him.

"Oh, hi... sorry. It's just... I didn't see any eagle so big yet! A-and I'm Telemachus, just by the way. The Prince of Ithaca." He said a bit awkardly.