Disclaimer: This story is not supposed to be stylistically anything like Sophocles. I also messed with the plot some, i.e. there is no night in the play. Also this only follows Antigone and plot points in the play not said while she was onstage or are not important to her as a character may have been ingnored. This was done merely for the author's own convenience and entertainment so please forgive me.

Authors Note: I think it's only fair to explain why this pointless (to the universe at large) story exist. Our English class had to read the book Antigone, and I'm not a big fan of Sophocles or ancient Greek writing in general, I spent the entire time complaining to my friends about how awful Sophocles' writing was. One of my friends who is obsessed with the fanfiction website suggested I do one on Antigone. I decided to redo the story like I would have wanted it, so here goes nothing.

I should probably also do a little background on the characters, in case you haven't read the stories, and if you haven't good for you. Basically this random guy named Oedipus gets a prophecy that he will kill his father and marry his mother. After killing who he thinks are just travelers he goes to Thebes and wins the queen, Jocastas, hand by defeating a sphinx. They have four kids, Eteocles, Polynices, Ismene, and Antigone. Oedipus finds out one of the travelers he killed was Jocasta's old husband and Oedipus' father. Which makes Jocasta Oedipus' mother. He ends up jabbing his eyes out (ick) and exiling himself. Later Eteocles and Polynices get in a fight about who should really be king and kill each other in a big bloody battle. The only male relative left standing, Jocasta's brother Creon, takes the throne. To make sure the city is patriotic Creon says that since Polynices was fighting against the city he has to stay unburied as punishment. Antigone breaks the law and buries her brother but gets locked in a cave as punishment and hangs herself. Then Haemon her fiance and Creons son commits suicide because Antigone is dead. Then Eurydice, Creon's wife, kills herself because Haemon is dead, go figure.

Antigone: The Truth

Prologue

Antigone paced impatiently waiting for Ismene. Anger mixed with mourning in her heart. When she heard the door open she turned quickly to face her sister. Ismene's face was streaked with the remaints of tears. Antigone supposed that she shared those marks. But duty was more important than even tears now.

"Walk with me sister." Antigone spoke plainly and without emotion. Ismene followed her silently. Antigone could see in her sister's eyes a question waiting to be asked. Even the sorrow that had been both sisters' lot since their brothers' death receded with new curiosity. They wandered through the many hallways of the palace until they found them selves outside and totally alone. Antigone, not slowing, continued the walk extending it parallel to the outer wall of the palace.

"Have you heard anything of note dear sister?" Antigone asked, intending to lead quickly to her news.

"No, I have heard nothing since our brother's death."

"Then you do not know of Creon's decree. He has said that no one may bury Polynices. We may not even mourn him or we will die because of Creon's mad law." Antigone turned to her sister. "Please, help me."

"Help you to do what?" Ismene responded with no small amount of trepidation.

"It is our duty to give our brother his burial rites. Will you join me?"

"Are you insane Antigone? Didn't you say that the punishment for that would be death?"

"Indeed I did, but that shall not stop me. Are you so afraid you will not do what the gods assure is right?"

"To defy not only the law, but defying the king too! You can't Antigone! That's certain death for a burial!"

"Fine, stay here and cower if you like! I will fulfill the duty of my kinship to Polynices!"

"Okay, I understand that you must do this, and I won't tell anyone before you've done it."

"Do not be foolish, holler it for all in Thebes to hear. I wish them and Creon to know that at least one still respects the dead and wishes to help them to their rightful place in the underworld." With this last verbal slap to the city, Antigone marched off planning to get burial supplies and immediately set upon her mission.

The Burial

Later Antigone was walking in the shadows of Thebes. Let any who may see her report to the king, she cared not. And yet she paused, she did not want to be dragged back to Creon the tyrant's palace before her work was done. She pulled her scarf closer to conceal her features in shadow. At the end of the cobblestone street she was on she saw the lights of the guards watching one of Thebes' seven gates. Coming closer she watched the guards lanterns swing back and forth as they marched their path. Not one to hide because of fear she haughtily marched up to gate. Antigone was also never one to keep silent.

"I go to bury my brother," she said staring coldly at the two guards daring them to return her to the king or kill her right there. The guards glanced at each other.

"I think I heard something behind that building waaaaaay over there, we should probably go look." One guard remarked. The other nodded and they both walked off towards a dark stable. After much effort and only through stubbornness and determination Antigone closed the giant gate gently behind her after she had gone through then continued toward the battlefield where her brother lay. She was horrified at the thought of her own flesh and blood left in the open to be picked at by crows and dogs. The fact that Creon had been so cruel to do this proved him an unjust tyrant.

Antigone felt like she had been walking for days but had only left the city-state an hour before sunrise. Finally reaching the battlefield she had decided to curl up behind some rocks to await the dawn. She would bury her brother in the daylight for the entire city to know of the deed. She had not slept during the night, anticipating her imminent defiance of Creon. Not realizing how tired she had become her head lolled to the side and she fell asleep next to part of a soldier's tattered armor, not even worth being taken by the victors.

She awoke with an involuntary twitch when the shouting of men reached her. Blinking at the sun she quickly realized it was almost noon. She groggily turned her attention to the voices. She flipped over onto her stomach and only let eyes show above the small pile of rocks that had served as a pillow. As she peeked over the rocks she saw that they were several sentries arguing.

"Look, just admit you did it, you said you would yesterday!"

"I did not! I said I thought someone would do it, but not me!"

"Well one of you at least let some one by. Did they bribe you or are you just blind?"

"Maybe it was you, accusing all of us just to get the blame away from yourself! I'm not falling for that…"

This continued round and round for some time. While very little of substance was actually said Antigone was eventually able to discern that they were talking about her brother. She was shocked to learn from their conversations that someone had already buried Polynices. She had come here, defied the kings law under penalty of death, and someone had beat her to it? She didn't know what to think, then her resolve hardened again. She would at least visit her brother's grave. She stood up from the ground with the intention of walking to the small pile of dust in the distance she could only assume was her brother. But She heard the sentries decide to cast lots for who would act as a messenger. After a few tosses of dice or stones, she couldn't quite discern, an unfortunate man was chosen to tell King Creon. Antigone simply lay back behind her small pile of rocks content to not be seen until the sentries left off guarding the body. Creon's law had already been disobeyed, so they would undoubtedly be sent back to Thebes soon. Antigone realized that was a hopelessly optimistic view. Creon would undoubtedly be outraged when he heard the news. She could imagine how he would react to the poor sentry. Cursing the sentry, Thebes, the world, and maybe even the gods if he were mad enough. When the poor sentry returned from informing the king, he looked rather downtrodden. The others couldn't help from laughing when he began to explain what had happened.

"This isn't funny! If I can't find who sprinkled dust on a body I'll probably end up in this field next to Polynices! Or worse yet strung up on a tree on that hill for everyone in Thebes to see! I certainly don't have anyone that cares enough for me to face death to bury me if the king says not to. Stupid Polynices!" the Sentry said angrily. He kicked at the body idly accidentally flipping the corpses left arm out from under most of it's dirt covering. This seemed to spark of a frustrated frenzy. The messenger sentry preceded to start exhuming Polynices body by hastily throwing dirt behind him with both hands. Antigone in a moment was outraged and pushed past the limits of her tolerance. By taking the dust of the shallowly buried brother and mistreating the body like that, the sentry was doubly dishonoring Antigone's family. She jumped up intent on reburying her despite the gaggles of sentries watching the messenger work. At that time a most unlikely and unexpected dust storm was kicked up by the wind and blinded her. "The gods must be with me," she thought. If she couldn't see where she was going the men couldn't see her coming. Now she wouldn't be noticed r until she was by her brother's side again. When she got to the corpse she knelt down and stared at her brother's dead face while the sentries stared on in surprise. She was finally able to feel all the grief that Creon had forbade. She let out a piercing mourning wail, then in front of the shocked sentries quickly started shoveling dirt back upon her brother's lifeless form. If anyone were to complete the funeral rights for Polynices it would be her.