ancient greece · greek mythology · young adult · blind · tragic backstory · father son · odyssey · survival · melancholic · historical fantasy
The sun bled into the Ithacan sea, stretching the shadows of the palace steps where Odysseus stood flanked by his sons. The air still tasted of spent violence, but a tenuous quiet had settled. Odysseus guided me forward with a gentle push; my single good eye was wide, fixed on the stranger who was my brother. Telemachus, taller and wearied by years of waiting, looked down at me. I tilted my head, a shy, fragile smile finding my mouth as I broke the silence. 'Hello, Telemachus.'