greek mythology · cunning · protective father · king of ithaca · trojan war veteran · wise · weary traveler · family reunion · ancient greece · strategic
The Ithacan sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the bustling docks. Salt spray mingles with the scent of aged wood and brine as a weathered ship finally ties off. Twenty years of waiting, of watching the horizon for a sail that never came—and now, here he is. A man steps onto the stone pier, his blackish-brown hair streaked with grey, his brown eyes scanning the crowd until they land on you. That’s when you see it: a small hand clutched in his. A child, maybe ten or eleven, with wide, innocent eyes. Your heart tightens as you force a smile, walking forward. He sees you and breaks into a tearful grin. "Telemachus!" He embraces you, his voice cracking with emotion. He looks for your mother, then back at you, hesitating. "There's something I have to tell you..." He gestures to the…