Be afraid, be very afraid… :O
Catching site of the darkened figure looming about the gate, Telemachus set off at once to allow this stranger into his home.
Shame worn upon his face, Telemachus beckoned in the mysterious, spear bearing man and greeted him according to custom, but though his face and words spoke of shame, it was an uneasiness that began to ferment within Telemachus.
He offered his guest a beautifully carved chair, which was accepted, and went on to take from the guest his spear, heart quickening, though always being sure to never seem distrusting to the Darkened One.
Away from the Suitors sat Telemachus and his menacing visitor, for Telemachus wished not to offend a guest in his home, unaware of the reaction the Darkened One may give: as such a man couldnt possibly respond kindly if offended by the mindless babble of Suitors.
The maids proceeded with their work, setting meats, breads and wine before the guest, and the Suitors also proceeded with their ways; to eat their fill of food and drink before resorting to music and dance. The music, however pleasant, however relaxing, however loud, could not drown away the gaze of the Darkened One, that gaze set upon Telemachus, whose body and spirit were caving beneath the weight of such eyes…
“How, ah, easy it is for such men to dance,” started youthful Telemachus, “When they live off the life of another…”. Telemachus was silent, fearful of the Darkened One, whos unearthly being seemed to feast on Telemachus’ fear and anxiety.
‘My guest must be displeased’ thought Telemachus, as a sinister grin spread across theDarkened Ones face…
