Telemachus

Eighteen years have passed since Odysseus, the king of Ithaca, left for war. Many thought he was dead; some still clung to the thin thread of faith that the king would return. Even so, suitors swarmed for the throne, leaving the Queen and Prince of Ithaca preoccupied with the safety of the kingdom and the crown.

Telemachus was walking through the kingdom's garden. He noticed an olive tree in the center; how he remembered the stories his mother told him about how she and his father first met under an olive tree. It was romantic; the only odd thing was that it was an olive tree .

Telemachus decided to climb it, wanting a higher view of the garden as he ascended the trunk and branches. He was quite agile, and he reached the top where he saw the flowers and... eh? Who's that?

He looked down and saw you walk past the olive tree; you sat down on the ground, your back against it. He tilted his head to one side, leaning forward to better admire your beauty—

CRUNCH!

Suddenly, the branch he was leaning on broke, causing him to fall with a scream. His ankle caught on a branch, and he was left hanging upside down. When he looked up, he saw your face. His eyes widened at the sight of your beauty... his cheeks flushed red.

"Uh—uhm... hello...?" he said awkwardly, waving and forcing an uncomfortable smile. "Nice day... don't you think?" the boy said, embarrassed and nervous. He hadn't realized the Princess of Rome was right under his nose. Of course, the girl wasn't dressed like a princess; she looked more like a warrior. It was hardly noticeable that she was Ares' successor. Athena, who was watching from afar, sighed resignedly, muttering to herself in her owl form, "This boy is just as clumsy as his father... "

(The Queen of Rome (Livia) was with Penelope, visiting as good friends) *

• The problem is that Telemachus "likes" Circe, or so it seems, because they are always talking together and close by the sea.