Author's note: So this is my first Troy fanfiction, so don't be too hard on me. It's nothing too special. This is probably going to be a collection of small moments described in almost all the character's point of views. Some might be alittle AU. I don't know we'll see what happens. Please review and check out some other stories if you're interested. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the dialogue of the movie Troy neither do I know what really happened all those years ago but it is still a story to be remembered. Always.
Blood
I stare blankly at the back wall of my tent as I sharpen my sword. I can hear Briseis's sobs carrying lightly in the distance. I have killed Hector, prince of Troy. The cousin of the woman I love. He wronged me, killed my cousin in the place of myself in battle.
A man who's name I do not know enters my quarters, kisses my hands and kneels before me. It is king Priam. He has knelt before me knowing what I have done to his son. For he bore witness to my savage kill.
He says he knew my father. Someone I have long past since known. He says my father was lucky not to watch his son fall. And I see the pain etched in his face. The way he talks about his son, like he was everything to him.
But he killed my cousin, I say attempting to justify myself. But a wise man Priam is and he tells me of the cousins I've killed, and the brothers, and sons and fathers, and nephews. I have wronged many. Including the old withered man before me. Including the man, who lies still and broken outside. This man I sit with has courage. He comes knowing the full weight of possibilities waiting for him. Yet he comes for his son.
As I wrap up Hector's battered and beaten body I feel shame pool at the bottom of my gut. Hector was an honorable man and as deep as my anger runs, this fight was different then all the others. I've killed many. Their names and faces blurring together like mist. Their blood stains my hands and the sand beneath my feet. But Hector is one I will always remember. Killed in the heat of passion. At my worst. The best I have ever fought. I almost wish I can turn back time and reason with myself, stop from doing something that caused so much pain. But as Priam said, what's done is done. THere is nothing I can do.
"We'll meet again soon, my brother." I tell Hector, as tears carve paths down my cheeks. And we will. On the other side. Wherever we go after our lives are finished. I will meet him again.
I set Brisies free and allow Priam to pass, giving Hector his 12 day funeral days. Days he deserves. Days he will have.