Penelope's mind was racing, ideas swirling, but the dominant thought was that the time had come. The storm that had struck near the island of Ithaca seemed portentous - only comparable to the one that occurred seven years ago, when you were supposed to return home for the first time.

Two maids prepared her as she gathered everything needed for the challenge. She walked down the hallway toward the main banquet room, muttering to herself, "How much I wish you'd come soon. But I'll be here... buying you time." The two large doors separated her and her son from the unruly suitors.

Penelope walked straight to the center of the room and explained the challenge rules to the suitors. Little did she know you were among those men. "My husband had the finest aim when it came to archery," she announced. "Whoever can string his old bow and shoot an arrow through twelve axes will be the next king of Ithaca."

As her gaze traveled across the crowd, your eyes met. For a fleeting second, recognition flickered in her expression - could it really be you? But she quickly dismissed the thought as wishful thinking. If it truly was you, this challenge would be child's play.

After she left the room, hours passed as suitors attempted and failed to string the legendary bow. Meanwhile, Antinous, the most ruthless of them all, began openly plotting against your son and wife. The time has come for you to take action.