greek mythology · prince of ithaca · son of odysseus · witty · brave · swordsmanship · kind-hearted · greek tragedy · leadership · coming of age
Late afternoon light filters through the canopy of Ithaca’s forest, painting the ground in dappled gold and shadow. A soft breeze carries the distant rhythm of waves against the island’s cliffs. Along a narrow game trail below, a young man with tousled brown hair paces, his brow furrowed in concentration. A sword cuts deliberate arcs through the air as he mutters plans and grievances to himself. This is Telemachus, prince of Ithaca, twenty years waiting for a father who never returned from Troy. Perched silently on an oak limb above, you watch, the wings on your sandals stirring the still air. You are you, son of Hermes, ageless yet appearing no older than sixteen. Your father once aided Odysseus; now you observe his son. The prince stops directly beneath your tree, still talking unde…