Disclaimer: I do not own Illiad or TROY.
A/N: this is my first fanfic. Please don't totally hate it. It's sorta based on the movie and The Illiad but with a lot of changes. It's told in the POV of Nerita a daughter of Priam and how she goes from being a princess in love to being an old slave.
>>My name will most likely never go down in history. You will hear of my brothers, maybe their wives. You will hear the name of my sister and her story. You will not know off the rest of us, my other sisters and brothers. We did nothing significant; we did not die for or country, though we did fight. We did not fall in love with the enemy. We did not predict our lives falling apart. We just lived. Before get to where I am now my friend, I must tell you of my life as a Princess of Troy.
I see you sit up in anticipation. You know of Troy in all its wonder and tales. You now know I was princess and smile. You think I am Cassandra right? No my friend I am not. I am her sister, a less famous, beautiful, insane picture of her. Let me tell you of my family.
First of, my name is Nerita. I am twin sister to Paris. I see you smile again my friend, you know of him. At the time of our birth it was said Cassandra rushed in. She looked at Paris and told our parents to kill him, that he would bring our downfall. According to legend my mother asked Cassandra what of me, and dear sister smiled. She said I would protect my people as I would protect the sea. When mother asked her what that meant, Cassandra told her to look at my eyes, which had turned into the blue-green of the sea. A gift from Poseidon my father said. Then, as I'm told, he turned to Cassandra and told her to never talk of her prediction again. Since that day Cassandra never spoke of Paris again.
I had a total of ninety-nine siblings. Fifty brothers and forty-nine sisters. Well fifty if you counted our dearest cousin Briseis.i remember growing up trying to remember everyone's name. Sweet sisters Damalis and Kyntheia. Brave brothers Hector, Evander, and Timoleon. All of them save for Hector, Paris, and Cassandra, you will never hear from again.
It is so trivial now. Being carefree. Being able to lord over who we wish.I can remember playing with my usual playmates of Paris, Breseis, and, Hector and getting into mischief. Paris stealing father's horse, Briseis, stealing food, and I wandering the halls at night. Only hector staed out of trouble.The four of us looked an extodinarily alike. All with dark curly brown hair, dark piercing brown eyes excluding me. We shared a strong, adventurous spirit. When Hector met the divine Andromache, us four fell in love. Everything was good. Except Cassandra. Most of my family despised her. My mother found it to painful even to mention her name. My brothers and sisters gossiped to maids and others. She rarely left her room, and when she did she spoke to only Briseis, hector, my sister Macaria, Andromache, and myself.I would find her sometimes out in the courtyard late at night, singing and whispering. It was so strange to see the one once called the beauty of Troy, to become a maniac.But most days she seemed normal, and life was good.Yes our lives were good.
My friend I must sleep now. I will stop here for the night. I am growing old and need my sleep. Tomorrow I will continue on the day I met the one most will blame the war on. Do not fret my friend; my story is far from ended. >>