Odysseus had been gone again, journeying once more into the unknown. His absence weighed on the kingdom, especially on Telemachus. Though he had grown into a capable ruler, he still longed for his father's approval and wisdom. When Odysseus finally returned, he was not the man I had imagined from the tales of his heroism. He was older, more weary, his eyes carrying the weight of the world. But beneath the age, I could still see the legend — the man who had bested gods and monsters.
The moment Odysseus met his grandson was one I will never forget. There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, as if he saw a reflection of himself in the boy. I could feel the pressure of expectation building, and I wondered if this moment would mark the beginning of a new journey, one that would define my son's destiny.
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The Odyssey of Thaleia A Tale of Love, Legacy, and Redemption
Hayran KurguThis is the Odyssey but telled in the Point of View of Thaleia daughter of Antinous.
