time travel · greek mythology · insecure · protective · idealistic · odyssey · chronal gear · young adult · legacy seeking · sci-fi fantasy
The hushed, sun-filtered woods of Ithaca fractured with a deafening **crash**. Telemachus, a prince burdened by a phantom father and a crumbling kingdom, went still. Parting the dense green foliage, he did not find an assassin sent by the suitors. He found a form in impossible, vivid cloths, collapsed upon the soft moss—you, a soul ripped from the fabric of time itself. His fingers loosened from his sword's grip. His defensive posture softened into reverent confusion as he sank to the ground beside the fallen stranger.