I do not own Troy, or the characters. Enjoy the short story! Read and review. Really, this is my first fan fiction.
Chapter 1
I sighed as I remained absolutely bored out of my mind in my theater class. We were writing an essay on any movie we wanted. It was more of a critique, what we liked, what we would have changed, the acting quality, the prop quality. A bunch of technical stuff that doesn't even matter in my life. I stared at my mac screen, the blinking line at the top of the page. I had chosen Troy to write about. It was my favorite movie so I thought it'd be easier; however I was not a very strong writer. I was eager to start but had no idea as to what I could say about it. I should have chosen a different movie. I thought to myself. I tapped the keys anxiously making sure not to push the them down as I began to think about the movie some. Brad Pitt was soooo hot. I thought I wonder if Achilles was a blonde. I could not concentrate.
My teacher flung herself to the center of the room. "Okay guys, have this done by next Wednesday" she said as she hustled us out, early. It was suspiciously weird considering she liked to hold onto us late. But I left; I folded my laptop and just left. I was headed for the Dorms in a hurry as I tried to get my laptop into my bag. "Chrysie!" called a voice. I glanced back, it was Glen. The sweet, quirky geek with nerdy glasses. He caught up with me "Chrysie, why didn't you wait for me?"
"Sorry Glen, I have a huge paper to write." Which wasn't that big of a lie, I mean how big was it going to be, I don't know, I hadn't even started it yet.
"I'll write it for you. Just have a cup of coffee with me." he pleaded.
Harmless, I thought. "Okay." I followed him to the café stand.
We sat at the cliché college fountain and chatted up about skin deep issues. I liked Glen, but he could get rather annoying. I was not into him, I was single and I liked to keep it that way.
"Chrysie? Are you listening?" he asked as he waved a hand in front of me.
"Huh? Yeah, that sucks." I checked my phone as I then picked up my stuff, "Sorry Glen, I have to go."
"Can I come with?"
"Unless you're up for a shopping spree"
"Oh… eww…" He said and walked away. I knew that it would get him to leave me alone. As nerdy as he was I made sure I used that excuse as often as I could.
I looked up at the sky; it was quite dismal in and of itself. Great I thought it's going to rain. I put my stuff in my room as I then changed into a chiton, I really liked them, I had bought this one at a thrift store, and it was a cream colored fabric. I then went for a drive to the woods by the college. It was so peaceful there.
I entered the woods, the rich green ferns were flicked with dew. I was really attuned with nature. I sat on a rock and looked down into the pool. The longer I looked, the more I saw it. There was sword clashing and bronze armor.
I tried to shake the images from my mind as I giggled to myself about this. It was not uncommon for me to see things like this. Only when I looked back into this pool of water I realized that the image remained. I reached out for the water, expecting the ripples to make them dissipate. Only I kinda fell through. I felt myself falling, and then I was submerged in water. Salty water, I was in the ocean. I began swimming to the sandbar, fighting sucking waves and the drag beneath me; I forced myself to ride the wave toward land. I crawled upon shore and lay there, absolutely exhausted over the battle with the waves. The sand was warm and the sun was hot on my back, sand stuck to my cheek. I could hear the yelling of battle-raged men in the nearby. My eyes were closing before me, there was a man approaching me but it was all too blurry for me to see.