I dont think this stuff really belongs to anyone, but to be safe... I dont own Greek Mythology.

Chapter 1 – The Birth of Paris

She could feel the heat of the flames leaping off the walls as she walked down the city's streets. Frightened women ran past her, clutching their children tightly in their arms. They all shrieked at her "This is your sons fault! This is your son's fault!"

She soon came upon the great gates of the city, and saw standing on the top of them a man dressed in the armor of the Greeks, shooting flaming arrows down on the city. As she was watching him, he caught sight of her, and leaped from the gates, landing in front of her, and removed his helmet. She fell back in shock when she saw that the man had her face.

Suddenly, the gates of the city opened, and through them, a light shone so brightly that she had to shield her eyes. She could just barely see an army of Greek soldiers, storming through, and coming for her. She tried to back away, but they were too quick for her. They grabbed her arms, lifted her up and dragged her, kicking and screaming, through the gates.

"Noooooooooooooooooo!" she screamed, as she jolted awake, and wiggled around awkwardly on the bed.

"Hecuba, are you alright? Is it the baby?! Is it coming?!?!" her husband worriedly asked, instantly awake beside her.

"No, Priam," she stammered, finally managing to prop herself up. "The baby's fine. I just had a horrible dream."

"Is everything alright in there sir?" called one of the guards posted outside of their room.

"One minute!" Priam answered the guard, before turning back to his wife. "Should I send for someone? I've moved the doctor nearby in case you needed him."

Hecuba hated this. Every time she was pregnant, which seemed to be more often than not, and she was in the final month before birth, her husband would worry over every little thing that she did. She wasn't even able to wash hands without worrying him.

This time however, she feared he might actually have something to worry about.

"Are you sure you're alright dear?"

"Well actually…"

"I knew it, just stay calm, you'll be alright. Guards, enter!"

The two armed guards entered the room, kneeled at the foot of the bed, and bowed their heads.

"The queen is under the weather, fetch the doctor!"

"Yes my lord" one replied as he got up.

"No wait! Priam, I don't need the doctor, I need a prophet."

"A prophet? What for?"

"I need him to interpret my dream for me."

"Yes darling. Soldier, go fetch Aesacus."

"Yes my lord." The soldier stood back up from where he had knelt when the queen had stopped him.

"Oh, and soldier" he said as the soldier paused at the threshold. "Send the doctor in to, just in case."

"Yes my lord."

"My lord, Aesacus is here" said the soldier, entering with the seer.

"Good morning father. Good morning Queen Hecuba."

Aesacus was the son of Priam and his first wife, Arisbe, who had died ten years before. Priam was famous throughout the world for having as many children as great Zeus himself, a feat made all the more impressive since he was mortal. Before this child he already had almost forty sons, and as many daughters, at least nine of them by his current wife, Queen Hecuba. Before his death, he had sired more than one hundred children that he knew of.

"Yes Aesacus, I had a dream, and I wandered if you could interpret it for me."

"Anything the queen wishes. Describe the dream"

"I was walking down the main street of Troy, everything was on fire, and many mothers rushed by me shouting that my son was the one responsible. As I approached the main gates, a Greek warrior was standing on the top, and shooting flaming arrows into the city. When he saw me he jumped down in front of me, removed his helmet, and he had my face. Then the gates burst open, and the Greek army carried me through it. That was when I woke up."

"Yes, I know what your dream means. If you allow your son to grow to adulthood, then Troy will burn to the ground. You must kill him as soon as he is born"

"Oh!" she gasped, and clutched her stomach in pain.

"Dear, don't worry" Priam said putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "If you don't want to give up our son, then I won't force you. If Troy is the price for that, then so be it!"

"No" she gasped. "It's not that. Gasp It's the baby. Gasp He's coming. Gasp He's coming now!"

"Now!? It's coming now?!" He scrambled out of the bed and turned to the doctor. "You, go get the doctor! Take the guards with you to get whatever he needs!"

"Sire" the doctor said, calming the king. "I'm already here, and the necessary tools are already prepared. Aesacus, take your father outside while I work. I'll let you know when it's over."

Aesacus did as he was asked, and took his father outside. After several hours, the doctor emerged from the room and ushered Priam back in.

"She's very tired right now, so don't upset her too much.

As he walked in he saw Hecuba lying on her side, her back to their newborn baby boy. He sat gently on the bed, and picked him up in his arms.

"Priam?" Hecuba whispered with a hoarse voice.

"Yes dear?"

"Kill him."

The soldier rode quickly through the night, and through the day, finally coming to rest at the foot of a mountain. He camped for the night, and in the morning rode away, back to the city, leaving behind only that which the king ordered him to, as strange as the soldier thought it seemed. As soon as it was made known to the city that Queen Hecuba's child was stillborn, the king had come to him personally and ordered him to ride away from Troy, and leave a tied up bundle of rocks in the middle of nowhere.

After the soldier rode back to Troy, the "rocks" were found by a mother bear, attracted by the sounds it was making. As she removed the rags from the rocks, she found a small human baby inside, with its feet bound, which was a common method of killing a child in those days. This was because killing your own child was an affront to the gods, even if they were the ones who told you to kill it, so parents would abandon the child, leaving its fate in the god's hands.

The bear suckled the baby every day, for nine days, so the child did not go hungry.

On the tenth day, a sheep wandered near him, and lay down next to him. Soon, his shepherd, Agelaus came looking for his lost sheep, and discovered the baby. Picking him up, Agelaus decided to raise him.

"Come on you," he said to the sheep, gently tapping it with his crook. "Let's go show my wife our new son. I think I'll call you… Paris."

Note: This is going to be mythologically accurate, so it might take a while to get past the stuff leading up to the actual war, but it should all be interesting - After all the part leading up to it involves fighting godesses, and the abduction of Helen. Twice! Some of it may seem random at times, but it should tie in down the road. Please tell me what you think!