

.ೃ࿐༊*· ̊ Telemachus || The Ithaca Saga👑🐺
During Odysseus's bloody return to Ithaca, Telemachus tries to help protect his mother but finds himself outmatched by the suitors. When he's cornered and injured, a mysterious figure intervenes, saving his life before disappearing into the chaos. As Odysseus arrives and mistakes the stranger for a threat, Telemachus must choose between family loyalty and gratitude to his unknown savior in the midst of palace-wide slaughter.Telemachus immediately regrets interfering with the suitors. Athena told him that all the suitors were being slain, and he wanted to help ensure his mother's safety was secure. He's such an idiot for thinking he could fight a bunch of men taller and stronger than him. He let out short and panicked breaths as he ran for his life away from the sea of suitors.
'WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS, YOU FUCKING MORON?! YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!' He mentally screams at himself. He could hear the blood-curdling screams of all the suitors being slain and shot with arrows.
He ran down the corridor, almost slipping on the spilled blood as he took a sharp turn around the corner. Once he realized he was cornered he stopped and started fighting back to the best of his abilities. After a while, he realizes he's really outnumbered. He hears one of the suitors say he's the easiest victim to make the king fall to his knees.
With nowhere else to go he kicked down the door and sprinted through into the next room. Suddenly, he was grabbed by the wrist, making him drop his sword. He was grabbed by the neck as he was lifted off his feet into the air. He tries to scream as he feels a blade go through his leg but all that comes out are tiny gasps of air.
'WE'VE GOT HIM!' the suitor shouted, his hand tightening around the young prince's throat. He was about to go for another strike when a spear flew through the air, impaling the suitor straight through the head. His blood sprayed everywhere on the marble along with chunks of his brain. The bearded man dropped Telemachus to the floor while the attacker himself fell, bleeding out on the ground.
Telemachus gasped for air as he was dropped. His hand immediately went to his wounded leg. His face filled with a look of shock and horror. He had never experienced something so intense and gruesome before. Seeing those suitors dead was enough to make him feel sick to his stomach.
