Telemachry

(Author's Note: I know this friggin sucks on ice, but it's my first Greek myth fanfic. Besides, with the homecoming of Odysseus, you can't really help but ask, what the heel happened to the rest of them. This is my tale for Telemachus. )

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Greek gods or heroes, but then could anybody own them? And if not, who would or could sue me if I didn't put up the disclaimer here? If they did how did they come to own the gods who are supposed to be all powerful? Never mind I'm just babbling to make this thing longer.

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You know that sometimes things aren't what you expected and nobody notices. Even though you think you know your own home, something always manages to make you freak out. There are decisions that are crucial to the future you must make and stay with. There are times when it can change your whole world around.

You might be asking right now: what the hell does this have to do with Greek gods, right? Well, read and find out.

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Telemachus gave a tremendous whoop loud enough to shake heaven as his wolf like hounds brought down a wild boar. He raced over and pulled the arrow he had shot in its back and finished it off with a swift spear stroke. He liked the thrill of hunting, but never the suffering of the prey he had brought down.

"Nice shot, son," Odysseus hollered gleefully like a twelve-year-old just having brought down his first game. "You been practicing haven't you?"

The blonde boy, who was like nineteen or so, nodded to his father. One of Greece's best warriors and raiders, infamous for his lying and story-telling skills, was happily playing 'dear old daddy stay at home' after all his quests and adventures. Still, no doubt they have already found a fountain of youth to make up for the almost twenty years this world class master of disguise had been away.

Don't get me wrong, Telemachus was happy that his father was home, but now what? He had been waiting most of his life to meet his father, and then he thought the family would be complete, but somehow, it wasn't. There was something for sure was missing, though he didn't know precisely what.

Suddenly there was a shout in the far off distance and Telemachus snapped out of his train of thought. With one glance at one another, they rushed off in the direction of the noise. Both father and son were amazingly swift of feet I'll give you that. The two were barely half way there when all commotion stopped. After a brief pause they picked up the pace and ran. In fact they made it in record time.

There on the ground was a young maiden with bronze colored hair laying face down on the dirt path. Telemachus made the first move and took the girl into his arms. She nearly took his breath away with her beauty. Even Helen of Sparta/Troy paled in comparison to this particular girl. Her complexion was as pale as moonlight it self. Telemachus began to wonder why in hell, they'd launch a thousand ships for Helen. She was no where near worth it.

"We'd better let Eurycleia see to her," the boy nodded at his father and then held her bridal style as they both headed back towards the manor.

"NANNY!" Odysseus shouted as they came within ear shot. You can tell he has lungs stronger any sound amplifier.

An old woman and one in her late thirties (actually around 38) came rushing out, "What's wrong?" They chorused.

"We found her in the woods," Telemachus had finally caught his breath. He wondered how his dad could run so fast and shout that loud at the same time. Penelope called two slaves to bring her in immediately, and Eurycleia took charge of the servants to fix her up. After a little wash to get all the dirt from hunting off of him, the young prince went to the chamber where she was kept. The beauty was lying on the bed asleep, as he watched her. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, revealing deep blue orbs like the deep waters of the Mediterranean.

"Hello, my name is Telemachus."