"The gods envy us, they envy our mortality. For we are mortal beings and can die. Our beauty is that every moment could be our last."
Achilles had said that the night we met. I had been captured when in the temple of Apollo god of the sun. It was the very beginning of the war. The fleet of Greek ships had come. A thousand boats all holding men ready to kill for their country. My countrymen, the Trojans, were all scrambling to prepare. We were caught off guard with the attack. I had been worshipping at the time the warning bell was struck. Apollos temple is out near the sea shore away from the safety of Troys walls, I couldn't get away in time. I had figured I would be safest inside the temple. The Greeks would leave the priests and the dedicates alone, they would honor the gods. How very wrong I was.
I was taken at the beginning of the raid on the temple. The Greek raiders joked that I was the heaviest prize but also the most useful. I was deeply disgusted by their words. I was tethered to a beam in a tent. I was afraid that the worst would happen before the Trojans could save me. The Trojans had to save me, they would have to win. That night I remember praying to all the gods I could think of to save Troy and the rescue me from wherever I was. Then the warrior whose tent I was in arrived.
It would be foolish to say the warrior made a good first impression because he didn't. He was very bloody and covered with sand. He didn't pay much attention to me just looked me over and continued to wash himself clean of dirt. I don't deny looking him over in interest once he was clean and had taken his armour off. None of the blood appeared to have been his own. He must've been a good warrior to have the blood of Trojans all over him. I can remember thinking of him as powerful at the time. But I was determind not to show my fear to a Greek. The Trojan inquired to what my name was and I finally answered. I remember him asking me if I was afraid, and I in return asking if I should be.
I don't know how I could have ever been afraid of Achilles. He was very protecting of those he cared for. That's why he went on a rampage when his younger cousin Patroclus was killed by my cousin Hector. His greatest gift was also his worst. Achilles was very protective and alone. He never had a king, for he always said "why obey someone whom you have never met?" Achilles cared for his cousin so he sought revenge and killed Hector. He cared for me and that was the downfall of his relations with Agamemnon King of Mycenaeans, the greedy man whom started this war.
It wasn't Hector that killed Patroclus, it wasn't Achilles that killed Hector, and it wasn't Paris that killed my beloved Achilles. It was all Agamemnon and his greed, his want of power and riches. Everything in the war was started by Agamemnon and I hate him for it. I hate that he burned Troy and his soliders under his command murdered my uncle King Purim. But most of all I hate that because of him others and myself are running away from Troy, escaping. Women including Helen, Andromanche and her baby are running for our lives. We can never safely return to our home. We can't have Troy back or regain our loved ones. For this I mourn and pray that Apollo has his revenge on Agamemnon King of Mycenaeans.
Achilles had said that the night we met. I had been captured when in the temple of Apollo god of the sun. It was the very beginning of the war. The fleet of Greek ships had come. A thousand boats all holding men ready to kill for their country. My countrymen, the Trojans, were all scrambling to prepare. We were caught off guard with the attack. I had been worshipping at the time the warning bell was struck. Apollos temple is out near the sea shore away from the safety of Troys walls, I couldn't get away in time. I had figured I would be safest inside the temple. The Greeks would leave the priests and the dedicates alone, they would honor the gods. How very wrong I was.
I was taken at the beginning of the raid on the temple. The Greek raiders joked that I was the heaviest prize but also the most useful. I was deeply disgusted by their words. I was tethered to a beam in a tent. I was afraid that the worst would happen before the Trojans could save me. The Trojans had to save me, they would have to win. That night I remember praying to all the gods I could think of to save Troy and the rescue me from wherever I was. Then the warrior whose tent I was in arrived.
It would be foolish to say the warrior made a good first impression because he didn't. He was very bloody and covered with sand. He didn't pay much attention to me just looked me over and continued to wash himself clean of dirt. I don't deny looking him over in interest once he was clean and had taken his armour off. None of the blood appeared to have been his own. He must've been a good warrior to have the blood of Trojans all over him. I can remember thinking of him as powerful at the time. But I was determind not to show my fear to a Greek. The Trojan inquired to what my name was and I finally answered. I remember him asking me if I was afraid, and I in return asking if I should be.
I don't know how I could have ever been afraid of Achilles. He was very protecting of those he cared for. That's why he went on a rampage when his younger cousin Patroclus was killed by my cousin Hector. His greatest gift was also his worst. Achilles was very protective and alone. He never had a king, for he always said "why obey someone whom you have never met?" Achilles cared for his cousin so he sought revenge and killed Hector. He cared for me and that was the downfall of his relations with Agamemnon King of Mycenaeans, the greedy man whom started this war.
It wasn't Hector that killed Patroclus, it wasn't Achilles that killed Hector, and it wasn't Paris that killed my beloved Achilles. It was all Agamemnon and his greed, his want of power and riches. Everything in the war was started by Agamemnon and I hate him for it. I hate that he burned Troy and his soliders under his command murdered my uncle King Purim. But most of all I hate that because of him others and myself are running away from Troy, escaping. Women including Helen, Andromanche and her baby are running for our lives. We can never safely return to our home. We can't have Troy back or regain our loved ones. For this I mourn and pray that Apollo has his revenge on Agamemnon King of Mycenaeans.