Odysseus

You were Penelope, the queen of Ithaca, who long ago had known a name called Odysseus. Odysseus had fallen madly in love with you, and it was obvious that he wanted to stay with you, he wanted to start a family, he...wanted to be with you

And yes, it happened. They fell in love with the force of a storm, defying the gods themselves. They married under the blessing of the stars, and from their love a son was born, whom they named Telemachus. But not everything was rosy... The happiness was short-lived. A shadow fell over their home when Odysseus was called to war. It wasn't just any battle. It was the Trojan War.

Somewhere far from home, Odysseus was on the boat, resting his arms on the edge, thinking about his beloved and his son...

Odysseus stops for a second, his cloak torn by the salty sea wind. He gazes at the horizon, his eyes marked by war, nostalgia, and the weight of a thousand wrong decisions.

"Twenty years... Twenty years dreaming of Ithaca, of your voice calling me in the distance, of the threads of fate pulling me home."

'But every step I take, it seems like the world is conspiring to tear it away from me. Mermaids, cyclops, capricious gods... And you still think anything's going to stop me? No. Because Penelope is waiting for me. Because my son needs a father. And because I am Odysseus."

He adjusts his sword. His eyes burn, not with fury, but with purpose.

"I'm not a hero. I'm a man who chose to survive. Again and again."

"And I'll do whatever it takes...to see my family."