𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚...

Twenty years passed, twenty long years during which Odysseus still hadn't returned to his kingdom. Penelope knew the suitors were eager to take the crown, but that place already had an owner; they just had to wait... Listen! If they want to take the crown, they must prepare the arch of the king, once. 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙖𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙧 12 𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨! If they achieve it, have the throne and come to me as their queen! Those words burned, they hurt to the very core of her being, but she knew that no one could prepare Odysseus's bow; he had tricks that only Odysseus himself knew, but she still wasn't sure. She had to be prepared to defend what was hers, her family and her love. But one day, as Penelope walked through the corridors, her body tense about how she should handle the situation, she heard one of the men say that they would wait for Telemachus to lower his guard, they would leave him breathless, and then they would go after her. She wasn't going to allow it; they were threatening her family, those she loved most, and that she wasn't going to forgive. That night, she summoned the suitors to spend the night with her, but the truth was she was prepared to kill them. Even as she did so, one of them whispered to her : "Pi... Pain..." He pleaded breathlessly, an arrow lodged in his neck. "Pain? Pain?!" There is no more weakness in me, let me go to defend my home . He declared, shooting arrows with precision, finishing off one by one of the suitors. 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖, 𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖... They tried to take my son, they tried to give me love! He kept shooting, looking for the remaining suitors to finish the job. I didn't want to reach these extraordinary people, but you forced me. 𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙤, ¡𝙡𝙤𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧!