Title: My Immortal
Synopsis: Based on Troy. The story of Paris and his life and a woman who carries a love for him that will never die.
Disclaimer: Uhhh... who owns the Iliad? Homer? Hasn't he been dead in the last two millenia or so? Yes well, I'll give some credit to Wolfgang Petersen because without HIM making the movie I wouldn't be doing this.
Not-So-Required-Reading-Even-Though-It-Does-Help: Go to My Profile. Under My Immortal on Bio there is a link. If you're not really familiar with the back story of Troy, then click the link and read. If you really don't want spoilers, no matter how tiny or vague, don't go there. I just though it might be easier to understand some things towards later chapters.
Prologue/Chapter 1: I'm So Tired of Being Here
Too much... All too much. A tall woman walked through the rubble of her city, tears falling from hereyes. The soldiers were causing the chaos around her and ignored her. Well, it could have been that they didn't even notice her... maybe not even see her.
She was surrounded by it yet, somehow, she remained apart. In the midst of the dirt and dust, her dress remained a stark white, her brown hair, streaked with gold by the sun, still kept into an intricate design on her head.
Her eyes fell onto a woman, lying beaten on the road. She fell on her knees before her, her sobs increasing. The old woman looked up and recoiled in fear, when the younger one's hand reached out to brush away the strands of grey hair.
"No... no more..." the woman choked. "Please don't hurt me...."
"I won't hurt you," the stranger said, in a soft voice. The fallen one's face broke in tears when she realized this new woman meant no harm.
"I'm just so tired... Ten long years..." Her wrinkles increased in number when she realized how long this pain has lasted. "So long... It's just... I'm so tired of being here."
"I know... I know. But it's almost over..."
"No... they won't leave. All because of love..." With those words, the younger woman stood up.
"Love does not cause this kind of destruction."
"Yes it has... All for the love of the most beautiful woman," the other said, defeated but the other shook her head.
"Love, when true, does not cause wars... Grandmother may be tempestuous but not enough to destroy one of the most beautiful places in the world," she declared cryptically. The old woman looked up at her and in a few moments, her eyes closed and died away.
New tears sprung forth. She wanted comfort. She wanted safety. It was apparent that even though she glowed of cleanliness and innocence in this maelstrom, not one sword would befall her. Yet she still wanted to be far away from all this though it affected her physically, none. She looked up and saw a temple. A trail of blood led up the stairs and past its wooden doors and so she followed it.
ANWas that vague or what? Well next chapter will be longer given than it'll span about eighteen years... hooo that'll be long.