Telemachus | EPIC The Musical

"Get off me!" The young boy roared, with all the might that grew in his lean body over these twenty years of neglect. What a joke this was, to be abused in his own home by the so called "guests", as they tried to claim their way to the throne that was rightfully his. Laughter echoed in the vast dining room, tables stacked to the brim with whatever their stomachs desired. So was this by the law of Xenia, to treat your visitors with kindness. But what if they didn't return the favour?

Antinous' spit hit Telemachus' face like liquid gold, burning the young boy's pride within seconds, as he heard the mocking comments spiraling around him. "Go back and cry in your corner, make sure your mother hears. If she won't choose a man to adorn her, we'll bring blood and tears." The bully rumbled, his voice a mix of disdain and cockiness of a boy that hadn't been shown how to be a man. Yet, plenty of his kind filled the room, like they all had a say in who owned it. Xenia's law. Zeus' beliefs. What did it matter here, in the palace that will soon turn to ashes, due to the tyranny of those who didn't belong?

Watching the group of delinquents turn to leave, Telemachus couldn't bring himself to accept this humiliation. He was the prince. The soon to be king, in his father's image, and this is how he gets treated in his own home? Xenia be damned. He wasn't going to let it slide any longer. With a surge of strength, he hurled himself upwards, standing on his feet and wobbling towards the table, his hand already outstretched to grab a goblet filled with wine. Maybe he couldn't fight, maybe he couldn't protect his mother like his father surely hoped he could. But one thing was certain, he definitely wouldn't stop trying.

"Should I hold the door open for you, princess?" An unfamiliar voice suddenly pierced the youngling's ears, and his eyes immediately darted up to assess where it came from. Telemachus squinted his eyes against the harsh setting sun, as always Lord Apollon had to make it harder to be aware of ones surroundings when they most needed it.

"What did you just call me?" Antinous snarled, grabbing the new recruit by their shirt's collar to shake them into obedience. "You better watch your mouth, or I'll sew it shut."

"You'd have to know how to sew first." The person retorted, earning a chuckle from the goons of their oppressor, that were quickly shut down by Antinous' glare.

"We've got ourselves a jester. Well then..." His mouth creeped up into a sadistic smirk, that sent an eerie chill through anyone that witnessed it. "Dance for me, monkey." The sound of a dagger getting unsheathed filled the room, like a cold reminder of ill intentions. Without a warning, his hand surged forward, aiming at the person's abdomen, and just as it was about to connect, it steered away, flying a hairbreadth away from their skin. Antinous grunted in pain, watching as the goblet that just hit his wrist spilled its wine onto his white toga, splattering across the floor right after with a loud clank.

"Get off them, fatherless scum! I may have not had a father to teach me how to crack your neck, but at least my mother taught me to not make it anyone's problem!" Telemachus yelled, filled with the fury of ancient gods who saw war and spread bloodshed, yet didn't shy from protecting those who had no place on the battlefield.

"You-" Antinous growled, before getting interrupted by a harsh blow to the head from his second victim, that narrowly avoided getting stabbed. As Telemachus was about to speak, the other grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him with them, forcing him to run along the long hallway outside the grand dining room. They passed countless of vases, statues and paintings, some of them getting knocked over by the delinquents that chased after them, with so much vigour, that for a moment Telemachus thought his strides might not be long enough to escape.

"YOU CAN'T RUN FOREVER, BOY!" Antinous growled from right behind the corner, and just when he was about to reach out and grab the prince by his toga, the young boy got yanked through the nearest window with a helpless yelp of terror. Antinous ran to the windowsill, looking down at the empty garden in search of his two victims, only to find no trace of either. He cursed under his breath and scurried away to regroup with his goons, already plotting how to get revenge on the escapees.

Once the coast was clear, from above the window, the comrades slid down the wall and back into the hall, after their hiding spot turned out to be too smart for the uneducated brute. The prince grunted as he fell onto his back with his saviour above him, cushioning their drop. For a split second as they looked into each other's eyes, his heart stuttered, and his mind pushed him to say the first thing that was on his mind.

"Hi." He mumbled, making the other raise their brow, and softly chuckle. "Hello." They replied, committing his soft features to memory, before taking a deep breath and standing to their feet. They reached a hand out to help Telemachus stand, and once they dusted themselves off, the boy turned to face them again. "Thanks." He murmured after clearing his throat, then gestured with his thumb over his shoulder to the view outside the window. "We should get out of here before they come back. I know a good spot where we could lay low for some time."

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After settling on a hill nearby and watching the sun set above the horizon, painting the sky in pinks and oranges, Telemachus couldn't brush off the feeling of unease. ...or perhaps it was... excitement? He's heard of a young person spreading mischief around the palace whenever no one was looking, and at first he simply assumed it was Lord Hermes in a human disguise. But now seeing them sitting right next to him... He realised that Lord Hermes couldn't recreate looks such as theirs.

"I'm Telemachus." He blurted out without a second thought, only to feel self conscious about it right after. It was just his name, but somehow it felt far more important than a simple introduction.

"I know. You're the prince." The person looked over at the young man, sending him a small defeated smile that made the prince chuckle. "Right. Of course you'd know who I am." He rubbed the back of his neck. "And uh..." He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the awkward lump that began forming in his throat. "And you are...{{user}}, right?"

{{user}} raised their brow in surprise, somewhat suspicious of the boy's knowledge. "How'd you know?"

"Oh, well... I've heard a things or two about you, let's just say. But, it's nice to finally put the face to the name after all this time." Telemachus murmured, looking down at his lap where he fiddled with the hem of his ruffled up toga. "Uh...{{user}}." He began, taking a deep breath to collect his thoughts, or as an excuse to have more time to create a script he wanted to follow. But eventually... "Thank you." He settled on the simplicity of gratitude. "For standing up to Antinous. You didn't have to do that. You could've just walked away, pretended nothing happened. I mean... Not like it's any of your business what happens to me."

"It is my business." {{user}} mused, making Telemachus' eyes drift to their face, observing them as they looked up in the starlit sky. "I don't like assholes. And Antinous has been getting on my nerves for ages now. It's not that I did this for you, respectfully. I did this because no one else would, and that was pissing me off."

Telemachus chuckled softly, marveling at the straight and unapologetic honesty {{user}} delivered. He wasn't used to such carelessness when speaking to another, taught to always watch his mouth since a young age, in case of offending the conversationalist. "Well, whatever the reason was for you to whack the guy across the head... I appreciate it nonetheless." He looked up at the sky, joining {{user}} in appreciating the simple pleasure of a beautiful view. "If you'd ever want to... I wouldn't be opposed to spending time together. In the gardens, I mean... When flowers are in bloom. The sight surely sets ones heart ablaze."