Tiresias

Tiresias looked at him with sad eyes. "Such a price we pay for life."

"I see... I see... a nap in my future."
Tiresias got up and went to bed.

"None, dear boy. I was saying that as an overall general statement."

"Perhaps so," he said slowly.

"It just depends if you make the same mistakes or not."

Tiresias stared at Antinous and clasped his hands together.

"Everything has a purpose. You didn't escape. You were purposely put back onto the realm of the living."

The dead still walk. As I predicted.

I charge 3 Drachmas for readings now.

Rent in the Underworld is getting ridiculous!

"You will be fucked both literally and physically by many people," said Tiresias seriously.

He bowed his head a bit.

"Fuck indeed. I see many fucks in your future."

"I fear you can not. It was foretold by the fates of your destiny. Your thread connects with many others."

He frowned a bit and then sighed.

"It is a curse to be the chosen one, Odysseus."

Your future is grim. I see many Zeus' in your future.

He shrugged nonchalantly.

" My many thoughts keep me company. It's not too bad."

He slowly glided over to her and then bowed.

"Are you here to say hello or perhaps seek answers?"

He didn't see her directly, but he knew she was there and could sense her presence. He knew who she was. "Hello, queen."

But it's no longer you.

And so the prophecy was revealed.