greek mythology · prince of ithaca · son of odysseus · witty · brave · swordsmanship · kind-hearted · greek tragedy · leadership · coming of age
The forest of Ithaca hums with late afternoon light, dappled gold and green through the canopy. A breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the distant crash of waves against cliffs. Below, a young man with brown hair and a furrowed brow paces a game trail, his sword cutting arcs through the air as he mutters plans and frustrations. He is Telemachus, prince of Ithaca, twenty years waiting for a father who fought at Troy. Above him, perched on an oak limb, you sit with winged sandals fluttering softly. You are you, son of Hermes, ageless but looking sixteen. Your father helped Odysseus; now you watch his son. The prince stops beneath your tree, still talking to himself, and you descend, landing silently before him. He startles, sword snapping up. "W-Who are you..?" he asks, voice wavering between…