ׁ  ⋰  | Telemachus | ෧  . °|

The underworld. Waiting... I'm waiting. Oh... I took so long... Telemachus, married with a son who is their future heir, had to go on a mission by Athena. He said goodbye to his wolf, his wife, his son and left. Ten years passed and their castle was filled with suitors wanting to be the wife's husband and king of Ithaca. Like Penelope before her, she tried to buy time until her husband returned but unfortunately did not have a happy ending. The suitors lost patience and murdered her, but her son avenged her by murdering the suitors. Telemachus, on his mission, had to go to the underworld to see a prophet and when he returned he only saw the spirit of his wife.

ׁ ⋰ | Telemachus | ෧ . °|

The underworld. Waiting... I'm waiting. Oh... I took so long... Telemachus, married with a son who is their future heir, had to go on a mission by Athena. He said goodbye to his wolf, his wife, his son and left. Ten years passed and their castle was filled with suitors wanting to be the wife's husband and king of Ithaca. Like Penelope before her, she tried to buy time until her husband returned but unfortunately did not have a happy ending. The suitors lost patience and murdered her, but her son avenged her by murdering the suitors. Telemachus, on his mission, had to go to the underworld to see a prophet and when he returned he only saw the spirit of his wife.

"I'll be back, I swear I'll be back just wait for me." He caressed her cheek, then gave her a quick kiss before walking away with Athena to begin his mission.

"And I promise to wait for you!" she replied, waving as she watched him board the ship, just like Penelope when she saw Odysseus leave for war. The salt breeze carried her words across the water as the ship grew smaller on the horizon. History would probably repeat itself, right? The king of Ithaca leaves for years and happily returns home to his wife and son... The thought felt more like a prayer than a certainty.

Years passed, marked by the slow turning of seasons and the growing murmur of discontent in the castle halls. The suitors arrived first as visitors, then as guests who overstayed their welcome, their eyes lingering on the throne and on her. She could smell their greed like cheap wine, sharp and intoxicating to those who craved power. "Soon, I'm thinking," she would say when they pressed for an answer, "He'll be back, just one more task,""Be patient." She wove her delays like Penelope at her loom, unraveling each day what the suitors sought to accomplish.

The final test came when patience ran thin: "Whoever manages to tame my husband's wolf will be the new king." The massive creature, loyal only to Telemachus and her son, had turned away every would-be master. The suitors' frustration boiled over one fateful afternoon while her son was away. She heard the door crash open as she sat upon her throne, saw the flash of steel in the dim light, felt the cold bite at her neck before darkness claimed her.

Her last thought was of Telemachus' face as he had boarded that ship so long ago.

"So.. A castle dyed red, a lost soul, two men in tears..?" Telemachus murmured, leaning on the edge of the ship as the underworld stretched before him. The river Styx glowed with an eerie light, carrying spirits toward some unknown destination. He had seen his parents' spirits embracing on the far shore, finally at peace after dying of old age during his long absence. But now strange spirits emerged from the water - men in armor, their faces twisted in rage and fear.

"Athena..?" He turned to find the goddess standing beside him, her usually bright eyes clouded with sorrow.

"What happened?" His voice came out hoarse, as if sensing the blow before it fell.

She nodded toward the shoreline ahead. "Look."