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Assistant: Title: His Journey Home
        Author: ObiWanKenobiObsessed ObiWanKenobiObsessed 
        Chapter: 1/26 
        Summary: [Reaction fic]It had been around a month since Odysseus' return to Ithaca. Things were almost perfect.Almost.Odysseus still refused to say much about his journey. This was not a problem. Penelope and Telemachus were more than willing to wait until he was ready to talk.However, one morning, during what was supposed to be an ordinary breakfast, the little family, along with Athena and Ctimene were transported into a strange room. Here, they were told that they were going to witness events of the past : Odysseus' journey.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Prologue
    

    


      
        
          
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    Penelope smiled, the expression feeling almost foreign to her. During the past twenty years, her smiles had been rare, reserved solely for the eyes of her beloved son. However, now that Odysseus had returned to them, a little less than a month ago, she found herself smiling much more often. At times, it felt like the expression was carved on her face, refusing to fade even as her cheeks ached with how long they were being stretched.Today was one such day.Sitting at the breakfast table, eyes full of tenderness and adoration, and heart brimming with more joy than she thought possible, she could not detach her gaze from the sight of her son and her husband talking and laughing together.For twenty years, she had yearned for this, for these simple moments.After Odysseus’ return, they all had taken seven days off from their duties. These days were spent leisurely, simply getting used to being in each other’s presence, re-learning to be a family. Every day, without fault, they had eaten every meal together, during which they would usually talk about the past twenty years, about Telemachus’ childhood, about his hobbies and his skills. Often, Penelope would tell Odysseus how much their son admired him. It never failed to embarrass Telemachus.‘Mother!’ He would always protest, and every time Odysseus and Penelope’s eyes would meet, and they would laugh at his expense, their hearts light with joy.They would spend all their days together, from sunrise to nightfall, trading stories, hugging, and kissing and sometimes weeping with little care for decorum.Eventually, though, the seven days were up, and their duties could no longer wait. Still, they continued to spend as much time as possible together. Often, Penelope and Odysseus would sit in the courtyard, watching Telemachus train with Athena. Sometimes, when he was feeling up to it, Odysseus would join, giving tips here and there. Other times, when they weren’t observing Telemachus’ training, Penelope would sit at her loom, weaving tapestries with Odysseus by her side.At nighttime, when Telemachus would be asleep in his own chambers, Penelope and Odysseus would lie in their wedding bed, holding onto each other. Unlike daytime, when they would fill the silence with countless stories, at night, they would not talk much, simply basking in the other’s presence. Penelope would run her hand through her husband’s hair — like she used to do twenty years ago — and he would melt into her touch, like a man starved for affection. Which he was. They both were.It was bliss.Penelope had never been happier.Yet it was far from perfect.It had been almost a month since his return, yet sometimes it still felt like a dream. Not only for Penelope, but for the three of them. Penelope and Odysseus still could not stand being out of each other’s sight, making the time they were forced to be apart in order to attend to their respective duties as Queen and King feel like torture. Telemachus handled it better than them, but even he spent most of his free time following them around like a boy half his age, growing restless whenever he could not find them.Far too often, Penelope would wake up in the morning, covered in cold sweat, expecting the other side of the bed to be cold and empty, and believing the past month to have been nothing but a dream. Odysseus, too, would frequently wake up from nightmares, convinced that he was not home but on Ogygia. At these times, he would mumble about deaths and screams and closing his eyes.Which brought up the next issue.Odysseus refused to talk of his journey.Aside from the day of his return, when he had fallen on his knees and confessed the sins he had feared she would not accept — leaving a trail of red on every island, trading friends like objects he could use —  he had not spoken of the past ten years.If asked, he would talk of the decade before that, of the Trojan war. Some topics were obviously more sensitive than others and he would sometimes gloss over the details, but he had never outrightly refused to answer. Yet, he refused to utter a single word about his ten-year-long journey. Every time the subject was breached, he would freeze, give them a tense smile, and change the subject.The only new information that she had managed to acquire was one that he had whispered fearfully after a nightmare. He had apparently spent many years on an island — Ogygia, she had gathered from other nightmares — stuck so long that he had believed that he would never make it back home. Penelope had wanted to know more, however, she had been unwilling to ask when he was already so distressed, so she had simply held him and soothed him until they had both fallen asleep.The day after, she had asked him about the island. He had avoided the question.Despite her curiosity, she had decided to hold back her curiosity, hoping that one day he would be ready to willingly talk about it. She had advised Telemachus to do the same, to not ask about his father’s journey for the time being.It was a difficult task for both of them, for they yearned to ease Odysseus’ burdens.Even now, watching him laugh at something their son had said, hundreds of questions burned Penelope’s throat, wanting to be asked, but she refused to let them out.“Penelope, my love, is something bothering you?” Odysseus suddenly asked.Penelope blinked, realizing she had not said a word in a while. Her husband was looking at her with eyes filled with worry and and adoration, making her own heart boast with love. My sweet, kind, wonderful husband.She smiled. “No. I was simply —”Before she could finish, something inexplicable happened. The ground shook, causing plates and glasses to fall off the table and shatter.The three of them exchanged looks of panic.“What —” Telemachus started.Abruptly, it felt like the word itself was wrapping and unwrapping around them. Penelope fell to her knees, an intense pain — more intense than she had ever felt before— going through her body.She screamed.She thought she heard Telemachus and Odysseus scream as well, but she couldn’t be sure.Dark spots filled her vision, and her world went dark.When she came to, the first thing she noticed was that her head was pillowed on something soft. With an unrefined groan, she forced her eyes open. She was immediately met with the sight of her son and husband’s worried faces.Odysseus let out a relieved sigh. “You are awake,” he said, tenderly stroking her cheek.Penelope realized that her head was resting on his lap.“Mother !” Telemachus exclaimed, just as relieved. “Are you alright? How do you feel ?”Penelope forced herself to sit up with Odysseus’ help. “I’m fine.” Slightly untruthful, but she had more important things to worry about. Like the fact that they were no longer in the dining room. Actually, they weren’t in the palace at all. “Where are we?”“We do not know,” a new voice said, and Penelope almost jumped.She looked up towards where the voice had come from and realized that the three of them were not alone. Athena and Ctimene were here as well. Ctimene was sitting on a pillow placed on the floor — so were Telemachus and Odysseus she finally noticed— while Athena was standing, her back to the wall.Why were there even pillows here, she did not know.“I explored the place while the rest of you were unconscious,” Athena continued. “But it seems that this room has no exit. No doors, no windows, nothing at all.” She paused. “My powers also seem to have been rendered…ineffective.”“Ineffective?” Penelope asked, more out of incredulity than confusion. What could possibly have this effect on a goddess?Athena nodded. “I can feel them still but I cannot access them.” Her voice was flat, but she was clearly displeased with the situation.That…did not sound good.Before anything else could be added, there was a sudden flash of light. Her head jerked away from Athena and towards the front of the room.There, there was…text ? Text floating in the air, slightly translucent.Good morning, it said.Penelope blinked. What in the world?“What…?” Ctimene said, sounding as baffled as Penelope felt.Right in front of their eyes, the text changed.I am sure that you must have many questions. Unfortunately for you, I won’t be answering any of them. It said, before changing again. All that you need to know is that you have been brought here to witness events of the past. Once that you are done, you will be released. It will not take much of your time.Was Penelope dreaming? It certainly did not sound real.“Event of the past…?” She heard Telemachus stammer. “Is that even possible?”“It is,” Athena answered. “But not..like this.” Even the goddess of wisdom sounded baffled.
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The text changed again. Please take a seat.“…what should we do ?” Telemachus asked after an awkward silence.Odysseus grimaced, seeming reluctant. “For now, I believe that we should comply. If what this … thing says is true, then hopefully we will be released soon.”Athena nodded, face grim. “It seems to be the wisest course of action for the moment. If in twenty-four hours we are still here, then we will start to search for another way to leave.”Ctimene didn’t seem particularly happy with the turn of events, but nodded nonetheless.With a sigh, Penelope moved so she was sitting on the pillow between her son and her husband instead of the ground. “Very well,” she said. It was not like she could refuse. If even a goddess could not get them out of here, what could she do ?They all looked towards the text. 
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          More than half of this fic has already been written (I am done with Act 1 and am almost done with the Wisdom Saga) and it only need to be edited.For now you can expect one 'arc' per week (so usually two to three chapters). Once I am done with Act 2 I will probably update more often (if I'm not too lazy to edit).'
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