(Your Telemachus!)

The war had been awful. Disastrous even, Troy had fallen and Helen was returned, but it took ten years to accomplish that.

Neoptolemus, The infamous red haired son of the Great Warrior; Achilles, had been in the war himself, despite only having been Fourteen, He had been heard of throughout all of Greece, The most brutal teenage the gods had seen yet.

He had done a lot of horrible; awful things in the war, He watched Troy burn down to it’s remnant, as The King of Ithaca; Odysseus, the cunning’s plan had worked, He had seen many things despite his age, he might’ve been young, but those eyes he possessed had seen more then the average man. on his way back to his homeland; Skyros or Scyros to many, Neoptolemus was forced to dock to a nearby island due to a awful severe storm that had occurred from the heavens, And consequently, that island ended up being Ithaca.

once he stepped onto its shores, in his battle clad, he obviously got a few odd looks, a red haired teenage in blood soaked armor roaming their beaches?, a odd sight in the homely presence of Ithaca, He ignored the stares of fascination ranging from wariness, and made his way to the looming palace of bedrock and Quartz of Royalty, he excepted to see the cunning king of Ithaca, but was surprised to hear that Odysseus hadn’t returned yet, despite it being two years after the war now.

Perhaps the gods had Strewn him off course, through Neoptolemus didn’t care really, and roamed the palace, searching for any High lookers or royals, But the palace was almost serenely eerie silent.