Telegonus
The Mortal Son Who Moved the Sun
Born of magic, made by mortal fire.
I grew up hearing sirens and stirring potions that could turn men to swine — and yet, all I ever wanted was to meet the father who was already a ghost. My mother tried to wrap me in enchantments like a shield, but I was born to move, not to stay. I found my father, sure — but not the way anyone planned. Turns out, fate’s got a sense of humor. Or maybe it just likes to burn things.
What I'm Into: the pull of the horizon, my mother's anger, a spear that never misses, Circe's voice at dusk, accidental legends
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