Telemachus’ breath hitched at the thought of what he was doing. He was getting ready to leave Ithaca to go interview his father’s friends. He hadn’t told his mother, he just planned to vanish and then return.

He thought of Athena’s words, she will protect him, he trusted the noble grey eyed maiden. He had a small bag, it wasn’t filled with much but it’s what he could do.

He tensed when he heard a knock at the door. He grabbed his knife, approaching the door, believing it to be a suitor. He lowered the knife, finding Anon, a servant that helped his mother. “Anon? What are you here for?”