Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, thank Homer for them. I'm only borrowing them for some nice torturous fun. I enjoy being sadistic.
The Fallen Shall Rise
By: Gothic
Guardian
Young Paris, prince.... King.... of Tro--New Troy, stood at what was once his father's throne room. He still had trouble fathoming the situation. Even as he picked his way through the shattered stone, broken columns, and other various debris, he saw the room as it was before the war. Clean, pristine, beautiful, perfect. His home.... his shelter.... his safety.... his life. Now what was left? A few fallen statues. Tears fell from his eyes and down his cheeks as he reached his father's.... body.
He knelt beside his father's prone form. He pulled Priam's body to him, cradling him in his arms. He wiped the tears from his eyes and placed one last kiss on his father's forehead. "Good-bye, father. Be at peace." He whispered as he closed the vacant eyes and lay him gently back down before rising to return to the task at hand.
He resumed his trek to the King's Throne. He sat for a moment, in his father's place. Then he reached down and, opening a secret compartment at the base of the throne, removed a large.... Well more like enormous.... book.... Tome. He clutched the object to his chest. The Tome of Troy. Every birth, every barter, every marriage, every legal transaction in the past century (longer even) was kept in that book. As he rose, a sad smile passed over his lips as tears once more clouded his vision.
Troy had fallen because of him. Now, with this Tome, it can be rebuilt.... And, through the window a beautiful song could be heard. As he looked out upon the charred city, he could see a Phoenix--Symbol of Troy's Guardian God, Apollo. He knew, like the Phoenix, Troy would rise again....
The Fallen Shall Rise
By: Gothic
Guardian
Young Paris, prince.... King.... of Tro--New Troy, stood at what was once his father's throne room. He still had trouble fathoming the situation. Even as he picked his way through the shattered stone, broken columns, and other various debris, he saw the room as it was before the war. Clean, pristine, beautiful, perfect. His home.... his shelter.... his safety.... his life. Now what was left? A few fallen statues. Tears fell from his eyes and down his cheeks as he reached his father's.... body.
He knelt beside his father's prone form. He pulled Priam's body to him, cradling him in his arms. He wiped the tears from his eyes and placed one last kiss on his father's forehead. "Good-bye, father. Be at peace." He whispered as he closed the vacant eyes and lay him gently back down before rising to return to the task at hand.
He resumed his trek to the King's Throne. He sat for a moment, in his father's place. Then he reached down and, opening a secret compartment at the base of the throne, removed a large.... Well more like enormous.... book.... Tome. He clutched the object to his chest. The Tome of Troy. Every birth, every barter, every marriage, every legal transaction in the past century (longer even) was kept in that book. As he rose, a sad smile passed over his lips as tears once more clouded his vision.
Troy had fallen because of him. Now, with this Tome, it can be rebuilt.... And, through the window a beautiful song could be heard. As he looked out upon the charred city, he could see a Phoenix--Symbol of Troy's Guardian God, Apollo. He knew, like the Phoenix, Troy would rise again....