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It was going to be a beautiful day. Apollo had already started his course around the earth in his fiery chariot. Birds were singing, everything seemed peaceful now and again you could see a shepherd with his sheep, children were playing, women were laughing, yes, everything seemed perfect.
Except in Troy. The city was in utter chaos, soldiers were arriving from the countryside, peasants were gathering the few belongings they had and made for the great city. They were all preparing for the arrival of the Greeks.
Agamemnon, king of Mycenae had gathered all the kings of Greece for this war, they were coming to fetch back Helen, king Menelaos' wife. It all started a few weeks ago: Prince Hector and Prince Paris of Troy had been sent to Sparta to the palace of king Menelaos to sign a treaty of peace. There Prince Paris met Helen Queen of Sparta, the most beautiful woman in the world. The two of them fell in love instantly and when the day of the departure arrived Paris brought Helen with him on the ship that would take them back to Troy.
Menelaos was furious when he found out and asked his brother Agamemnon for help. Now there was an army that covered nearly the entire sea, as some people said, approaching Troy.
Hector, Crown Prince of Troy, was inspecting the army, planning strategies and sending envoys to all their allies. Old King Priam could be found night and day praying in the temple for the protection of the gods. And Paris? Well Paris felt as you could say left out. He felt so useless, he knew it was him that brought this war down upon his people and he wasn't allowed to do anything to help them.
" Hector!" Paris called to his brother. Looking up from where he had been inspecting some arrows Hector saw his younger brother running towards him. He could see by the look in his eyes that something was bothering Paris.
" What is it brother?" " Why can't I help? I was the one who brought this war down on us I should be helping!" Hector took a good look at his brother, he saw the desperation in his eyes, pleading Hector for letting him help with something, make him feel useful. " Paris" he sighed " you don't know anything about warfare, truly it would be better if you just stayed away from here. I'm sorry brother but there's nothing you can do." The younger prince was about to give a retort but Hector beat him to it " I'm not angry at you Paris, but there is really nothing you can do. However, tonight there will be a meeting, I think father will be delighted if you will be there." " Really?" Paris asked a bit unsure, Hector loved the way his brother looked when he was uncertain, it made him look even more innocent he already was. Hector knew that Paris never ment for this war to come, he was just too young, he again let his heart act before his mind did. " Really." He said to appease the young man.
Beaming up at his older brother, Paris ran away waving back at him.
That evening all the nobles were gathered in the council room, Prial had been delighted when he saw his younger son attending the meeting. He decided to congratulate him after the meeting, he knew Paris had never liked such things.
The High Priest Calchas told them about the signs he hed received from the gods today, Hector in turn spoke of the preparations being made. One by one all present spoke their minds. Paris was bored, very bored, he hoped it would soon be over or that something exciting would happen.
No sooner had these thoughts entered his mind or there was a loud crash to be heard and several OOOFFFS. Everything was silent. In the meeting room all looked at each other as if it had been one of them who had dared to make that noise.
" I think it came from the hallway" said Hector silently suggesting that someone would go and look what it was. 'Something is not right here' thought Paris. Suddenly they heard someone shout: " FOOL OF A TOOK!!!!" ' Yep something is definitely not right here.' He thought.
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