Well, here it is. The day has come for me to post a Troy fan fiction. And
one of the first ones too! I don't have a title yet, nor do I have ANY idea
where this is going.... But here it is none the less. This takes place right
after the movie ends....
Their footsteps could be heard only to them, and as they ran they concentrated on the sound as best they could so as not to hear the screams of terror coming from the burning city behind them. A raft could be seen ahead, laying serenly on the still waters. It floated ominously, as if Apollo himself had built it and placed it before them. The young boy tripped on a stone and stumbled. Paris reached out a hand and helped them regain balance.
A few yards later, the survivors herded onto the raft and with a swift chop from the Sword of Troy, the raft began to move down the river, whose waters suddenly moved though there was no wind. The group turned round and watched as their home was slowly consumed by flames. Andromache's son cried out, as if he too knew that everything was going to be destroyed in one night.
Too be continued...
Their footsteps could be heard only to them, and as they ran they concentrated on the sound as best they could so as not to hear the screams of terror coming from the burning city behind them. A raft could be seen ahead, laying serenly on the still waters. It floated ominously, as if Apollo himself had built it and placed it before them. The young boy tripped on a stone and stumbled. Paris reached out a hand and helped them regain balance.
A few yards later, the survivors herded onto the raft and with a swift chop from the Sword of Troy, the raft began to move down the river, whose waters suddenly moved though there was no wind. The group turned round and watched as their home was slowly consumed by flames. Andromache's son cried out, as if he too knew that everything was going to be destroyed in one night.
Too be continued...