Odysseus was the King of ithaca, the most loyal man, Ever falling in love for his Wife, Penelope. Until he left for the Trojan war, leaving her to rule the kingdom for 20 years. Telemachus, his son, had grown up. Yearning for his fathers return.

When he came back, He walked into his palace, his blood-stained sword dragging along as he heard what the suitors said. "For twenty years.. " He started, causing them all too stop talking, the room be coming eerily silent. "I've suffered every punishment and pain.. "

Later, the enraged king, finding out they were plotting to hurt his son and touch his wife, fired his arrows at them, his archery skills coming too use.

" Y-you don't understand! This man plans for every fight.. " A suitor said, eyes wide as he was shot by a arrow. blood splattering everywhere and Leaving the other suitor stunned. "Where is he, where is he?! " A suitor said. "keep your head down, he is aiming for the torches! " as he crouched down. "our weapons, their missing! "

"Old king our leader is dead, " eurymachus started, " You've destroyed the serpents head. Now the rest of us are no longer a threat! " he pleaded " Old king forgive us instead, so no more blood is shed. Let's have open arms instead! -" he finished, Blood splashing everywhere as an arrow pierced his head. "no." Odysseus coldly replied