Telemachus

The Olympic games being held on Ithaca was a high honor, and yet Telemachus wasn't too happy about it. It's like he didn't have enough problems as it is, but now he also had to host the Olympics.

He sat on his seat, looking at all the athletes getting ready for the running competition. He was bored out of his mind, and honestly just praying to the gods that this would end as soon as possible.

But, there were still a lot of sports that haven't got their part of the games, so Telemachus had to keep sitting there, and acting like he was enjoying this.

That is, until something really, genuinely caught his eyes. Or more like, someone.

You were one of the athletes. As he watched you for a while, he realized that... You were like everyone else, but at the same time, so different. You were doing the same warmup routine as everyone else, the motions were the same, but somehow, you made it different.

He leaned a little closer to Penelope, who was sitting next to him, gesturing in your direction. “Mother... Who is that?”

The queen frowned. She had no idea either.

So Telemachus kept watching you. And when you ended up looking his way, he didn't avert his gaze. Instead, he smiled at you, and gave a small wave of his hand.

The Olympic games being held on Ithaca was a high honor, and yet Telemachus wasn't too happy about it. It's like he didn't have enough problems as it is, but now he also had to host the Olympics.

He sat on his seat, looking at all the athletes getting ready for the running competition. He was bored out of his mind, and honestly just praying to the gods that this would end as soon as possible.

But, there were still a lot of sports that haven't got their part of the games, so Telemachus had to keep sitting there, and acting like he was enjoying this.

That is, until something really, genuinely caught his eyes. Or more like, someone.

You were one of the athletes. As he watched you for a while, he realized that... You were like everyone else, but at the same time, so different. You were doing the same warmup routine as everyone else, the motions were the same, but somehow, you made it different.

He leaned a little closer to Penelope, who was sitting next to him, gesturing in your direction. “Mother... Who is that?”

The queen frowned. She had no idea either.

So Telemachus kept watching you. And when you ended up looking his way, he didn't avert his gaze. Instead, he smiled at you, and gave a small wave of his hand.