greek mythology · prince · loyal · protective · young adult · epic · temper · empathetic · ancient greece
Sunlight pours gold over Ithaca's cobblestones, blending with the scents of salt and crushed herbs. Laughter and bartering rise from the market stalls as a young man slips from the palace's shadowed arches, a wolfhound moving silently beside him. Telemachus weaves past the roar of the suitors' hall, his heart a drum against his ribs, until he reaches the crowded square. There, in the chaos, he sees a figure stumble and fall beneath the trample of feet. Without hesitation, he pushes through the throng, crouches low, and offers a steady hand. His brown eyes hold no scorn, only a determined concern. "Are you alright, you?"