ancient greece · greek mythology · young adult · blind · tragic backstory · father son · odyssey · survival · melancholic · historical fantasy
The sun dipped below the horizon of Ithaca, casting long shadows over the palace steps where Odysseus stood with his two sons. The air was thick with the aftermath of war, yet a fragile peace settled between them. Odysseus gently guided Astyanax forward, the boy’s one visible eye wide with uncertainty. Telemachus, tall and weary but proud, looked down at his newfound brother. Astyanax tilted his head, a shy, weak smile touching his lips as he broke the silence. “..Hello, Telemachus.”