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The first night

Part 2: Wanax

“Father what?!!!!”. I was interrupted by a stoic voice coming from across the megaron as clear and cold as glass.

“Telemachus..I “. I tried to muster something to quell his fiery question but.

“She did what?”;  he asked once more.

“Telemachus, my dear joy, my little prince, what did you hear?”. I tried to compose myself  while my thoughts were  stuck one upon the other

“Everything..since the beginning.”, he said with confusion in his eyes

He exchanged eyes with mine. A cold sweat started to embrace me, as dark as last night but not a chill breeze but of winter´s freeze. I tried to compose myself, to talk, to say something. but then  noticed..

“Why I can´t talk''; I thought, “Why I can´t move my limbs?” i tried to said, but nothing, my lisps where shut and my eyes still.

“Are they here?”, “is this nothing more than a dream?” , “Am I still in the concave cave?” , my thoughts started to coalesce in a waterfall of doubts, shouting louder than poseidon´s waves.

Then I heard it: *oink* and a woman´s laughter.

I froze for a moment: “she can´t be here, she can´t be in Ithaca, she must be in Aiaia!”

*oink* *oink*

The pigs were getting closer.

I tried to recognize the room, tried to scrutinize everyone's reactions to the Daughter of Helios; no one seemed to heard what i heard; I tried once more when an oink felt sharper than a spear instead i saw flowers; white flowers gently growing in the morning light of the room, in the light of my throne

“Molly” I thought, “she's here to make everyone her next meal”, I tried to think, “she's here in Ithaca because of me”, “ I can't let her near”, “I can't lose here”, “I can't lose them too”.

Before the radiant Circe could enter the palace I shouted from deep inside like an earthquake: “Telemachus, dear son run for your sweet life!!!!!!”. I saw how my beautiful son shaked in fear while I was heading towards you, my Joy.

“Penelope, my queen, my life, my star, run upstairs and cover your gracious face, an immortal has come and shines worse than the summer´s sun”, I tried to muster this before seeing how your eyes started to fill with the radiance of stars.

You believed me though, as your entourage and you, climbed the pearly stairs to our bed.

I heard her steeps, as harmonious as the lyre´s strings and I thought: “think Odysseus, think, what can be her plan?, to suffocate you while she sheds Penelope´s blood, is she here for fresh lovers, is she here for ..is she here for …?”, that question: “ is she here for…? .Those words ravaged my mind and my eyes fixated again on the gentle flowers.

“THE FLOWERS” I shouted. “ Look how they move, how they snare, how they creep from below. the pain, the gold, the threads, the stick, the pigs”,I rumbled.

“ White”. It all become white.

“It was her,” I knew. Before being able to react, she stepped into the throne room.

As gracious as she was, as wild as her home, as intimidating as ever, she was there in my home.

“Your graceful goddess, mistress of Aiaia” I said in my kindest of voices.” Odysseus Laertides, father of Telemachus”, spoke as mellow as honey.

“Welcome to my Ithaca, to my palace, to my home” I welcomed her, waiting for a response but She as passive as a spider waiting for something to throw her thread, didn't say a word.

But I added in a joyful tone “ By your oath you must not harm me nor my people” . I remember the oath I made her vow, but it only applied in Aiaia, I feared as a knot was forming in my throat.

“hurt them or the taste of my bronze sword would be…” I couldn't finish my speech as you cut me.

“ODYSSEUS, STOP!!!” You shouted.

It was quicker than the evading foam of the sea, but as that I saw her transform

“HE..R HER FACE IS CHANGING, STAY BACK” I said as I saw her changing formswas  . “Stay back ! I'm warning you!.” I shouted imagining the monster that she would become:

“ A siren” to low for her grace, “scylla”, no, she pitied her.. I made recount of all my encounters but then It hit me as lighting of the mighty above.

“A chimera”. I  was getting ready to stick out my sword as the bow was hanging in the wall.

But as the thought was being  born, her  height diminished, her light arms became dark,

“ It's a girl?” I thought as her factions rounded and became mundane.

A sweet voice as morning dew let through her frail throat: “Our lord, your grace, i'm only here to bring you my harvest, my tribute to you” she said before tears formed in her little eyes. “Why do I get to taste your divine threat?” she let out amidst a nascent spring.

“You're a girl,” I said, perplexed.

Where is SHE? I asked, then it dawned “OHH you're one of her nymphs, aren't you?” I asked her with rage

“Tell Circe in my house her presence is not allowed….”. I was demanding to know before I felt a pain in the cheek, how I felt it touched my teeth”, how it started to rush like five hundred bites.

The sound traveled the throne room as the godly arrows of Eros, as silence followed suit.

A moment later I saw a hand, a delicate hand, marked by years of work, of pricked fingers, your hand.

“Mighty Wanax,  who's Circe??” asked the perplexed girl. 

she then added “  I'm (insert girl name here), daughter of (insert random name)”,  she recovered her normal voice as she saw there was danger no more. 

“ Shepherd as the only kin of his, I came to bring you the fattest pigs of us  as sacrifice to the gods of the isle, from my father and I”.

As she was speaking I saw her eyes turning from fear to pity, as you Joy were whispering something into her ear.

Then she looked at me and with a reverence said  goodbye.

“I told her that our rightful lord, our divine King, has become afraid of pigs as part of his crew was killed by Circe's boars”, you said in a calm voice after the storm of before.

My dear, thank you.... I lost myself… I tried to say before you cutted me again.

“Lost myself?”, you spitted from your mouth.

“I saw your deep eyes filled with blood, your tense wrists, your  forced grin, I saw anger in your words” you said before composing yourself again.

And delivered from the depths of your kind heart: “ My Joy I'm afraid of you”

-A...afraid, you are afraid of me? Those winged words cut deeper than immortal bronce, than mighty lighting than the grief I have been carrying since the beaches of Troy.

Did I become a threat, a….. monster to you? I asked.

Words couldn't exist as I mumbled my way through the syllables, letters then formed my deepest fear, losing you.

“Not dear, i'm afraid of what you can do to our people, you're still King after all, i pity you from my depths below bottom, but you aren't my Odysseus, not anymore” another cold rush befell on me, I was being skinned alive, no, I would have prefer that instead of making you say those words,

“I i..i. am...Odysseus”. I tried to say as I was getting myself out of the vortex of despair I was falling prey to.

“Why does she hate me, 20 years away, the horse, the boy, Polyphemus, the crew…..all has been in vain?” my head wanted to explode. I wanted to be Priam there, I was cursed to feel his demise too.

“I…i…i a..am sorry” I said supplicant while throwing myself to your knees, to your knees my love.

I thought I was falling to the house of the one of many guests, to the one whose house is set on the west but no; I felt a hand and kiss after all what had been said.

“You're Odysseus, son of Laertes, father of my joy, dear Telemachus” you said before adding” you're Odysseus King of Ithaca, you're but still my love.”. Those words felt like  woven wool blankets, as warm as a child could hope for.

“I..ahm” I said as I was standing up, as I was composing myself again, as seeing there was no threat again.…

Thank you, my queen” I said in my normal voice.

Everything was as normal as before, the people were there again, no one had runned away as I demanded when thinking Aiaia´s mistress was in the palace. No, they had been there petrified as there awaited king shouted to a little girl no more than 14 springs old. They witnessed how their beloved wanax was put in place by the hand of her faithful wife. Even he had been there all the time.

“Telemachus” I tried to reach him with his name..

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