Disclaimer: I own nothing except my creative genius (ok, my bizzare mental workings) and a few characters. Homer originally owns the story; Wolfgang Peterson just copied the idea. None of the events or characters are based upon anyone living or dead. . . Unless there really was an Achilles, Homer, Priam, etc.


History remembers heroes. It remembers King Arthur and Beowulf and Romulus founder of Rome. History becomes legend, legend becomes myth, and myth becomes meaningless whispers covered in grime at the back of libraries while the new generation chooses electronic amusements. Men's bones turn to dust, and names shouted by crowds in victory become whispers over burning fires.

History remembers wars. It remembers the taking of the Sabian women, the Carthaginian war, the conquering of Babylon.

History remembers monsters. It remembers Medusa, with her many snakes and turning men into stone; dragons, that breathed fire and flew over the world like a bejeweled mountain of majestic muscle; even goblins that used trickery and magic to outwit mere men and other fanciful creatures that fell in their path.

What history rarely remembers is the truth. Could mere men accomplish tasks like Theseus with the Minotaur? Did any real deity bless Aeneas on journey to find the future-greatest Empire the world will ever see? Who helped these great men?

Records say that men did everything alone. Women sat at home while the men worked or fought, according to history. Women let themselves be vulnerable and assets to victories, say historians.

But does history tell the genuine facts? What if they were lied to?

History was written on the sands of shores. History made men into lions.

But the women's stories were never told…


Author's Note: This is a story idea I've been working on for a while. So, if you like/dislike it, review. Just constructive criticism, though, please. If you have nothing but spiteful comments, they will be ignored politely.