Life in Ithaca, after Odysseus' return, was tense. The old hero was not the same, and neither were we. At a grand banquet to celebrate his homecoming, Odysseus seemed distant, distracted by something beyond mortal comprehension. Even Telemachus could not reach him. But that night, as the wine flowed and the music echoed through the hall, a strange man appeared.
This stranger spoke of omens, of signs in the stars that foretold a new threat to Ithaca. I watched as Telemachus and Odysseus exchanged glances, the weight of the conversation pulling them into a shared silence. No one noticed me slip away into the night, but something about the man's words lingered with me. Ithaca had not known peace for long. Perhaps it never would.
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The Odyssey of Thaleia A Tale of Love, Legacy, and Redemption
FanfictionThis is the Odyssey but telled in the Point of View of Thaleia daughter of Antinous.
