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"Telemachus."
She stated, voice laced with pride and confidence.
I was urged to reply, to say something to the Goddess, my mentor. My lips remained sealed. She stared at my figure, grey eyes melting me to the core, the tenseness of the room overwhelming my ability of being blissfully ignorant.
"Your father did all he could, he was guided home to Ithaca, he overcame challenges with admirable speed single handedly. He chose every route accordingly, got here as fast as possible. He couldn't have anticipated the outcome."
"What does it matter?!"
I interrupted, defying the wall of respect I had built for Athena which prevented any wrong doing. My sudden reaction caused her eyes to widen, before they hastily and methodically reverted to their chilling calm nature.
"My mother is GONE."
I spat, the words bounced off the walls, echoing into the abyss of my ears. hands shot up to my hair, ragging onto the locks. I couldn't seem to feel the pain. Tears spilled again, it felt weak. Powerless, crying infront of Athena. But that wasn't under my control right now.
"And- I can't bring her back."
A sob slipped through, my voice began to break. I furrowed my brows, the emotions of anger and sorrow swirling together in an awful mix.
Her face seemed to soften, as much as it could for such a power filled being who had lived to watch history's greatest warrior's paths like a story.
"Little wolf."
She began,
"What's done is done."
She took a few calculated steps closer.
"You can not alter the past, only move on to the future and stop a pattern of anger and grief."
It felt harsh, guilt, sorrow, grief all wound around my mind, but it was truth. The embodiment of wisdom, the advice was something to take to heart.
"You will need time, recovery and relearning the art of forgiveness. But choose the correct path, do not fall behind."
I nodded, my body felt more... free. My hands had been brought from my hair at some point, the tears had disappeared. So had she.
"Thank you, Lady Athena."
I whispered, trying harshly to convince myself her words were truth, reality seeping through the cracks of my anger.
What could he had done? What could I had done. If anything, I should had noticed, convinced her to move, stopped the archer, anything.
- will continue! My parents are fighting too badly for me to continue 🫶