The sun beat down on my naturally pale skin. My nails dug deep into the stone in front of me, my heart beating off tempo. My chest felt like it had been pierced by a spear, straight through my heart, and back out again through my stomach. Even though that really hadn't happened, I could almost feel the blood seeping out of me. Paris glanced back at me, and I started choking on my breath.
"Helen, come sit next to me." Priam's deep voice boomed from behind me. I slowly walked backwards, releasing my death grip on the stone, and trying to watch Paris out of the corner of my eye. I slowly sat, my warm silky dress scraping against the cold hard stone. Andromache sat on the other side of Priam, and we both stared ahead, entranced at the two men we loved riding slowly up to Menelaus and Agamemmnon. They started to part, but Menelaus grabbed his brother fiercly, and I could see Hector and Paris talking as they started to walk away. My heart skipped a beat...for I thought Paris was going to be safe from harm. I thought too soon. Way, too soon. Paris turned around, grabbing his shield, and placing on his helmet...as did Menelaus. My eyes started to sting, and my breathing became more infrequent. Menelaus took the first blow, but Paris dodged it. That swing was followed by many more, crashing into Paris' sheild until it knocked him to the ground...his helmet rolling across the sandy surface. He stood up immediately, backing up and leaving his helmet on the ground. Menelaus laughed and tossed his helmet to the side, dropping his sheild as well. Agamemmnon stood in the back laughing as he watched his brother break down Paris little by little. Finally and unsuspected, Paris got in a good punch. Sending blood dripping down Menelaus' chin. But once again, Menelaus knocked Paris to the ground.This time Paris wasn't quick enough to his feet, and Menelaus shoved his sword into Paris' leg. I covered my mouth, tears burning my eyes. Right as Menelaus lifted his sword, ready to bring it down on the one and only person I live for...Paris crawled away. He cowered at Hector's feet, wrapping his arms around his brother's legs. Menelaus walked slowly after him.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU LEFT ME FOR?" He called up to me, and tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn't hear what they were saying, so dashed to the edge, hoping to be at better hearing distance. Menelaus and Hector were arguing, and this sent Andromache to the edge as well, and we peered down at the men, praying for their lives. Menelaus raised his sword once again, and I let out a yelp, turning towards Andromache for comfort. But what I heard, was not the dying of a Prince.
"Oh thank Zeus.." I heard Andromache say as she turned me towards the men. On the ground lay not Paris, but Menelaus. Agamemmnon was infuriated and a horn was sounded for war. Hector and Paris turned, fleeing from the field to get out of way for the war. But as they about made it to safety, Paris turned around, running back out to fetch his sword.
"PARIS!" I cried out of pure frusturation. Tears coming to my eyes again, in greatfullness as my love had barely avoided certain death. I ran, fleeing down the stairs to meet Paris at the gates. I rounded the last corner and there he was, collapsed against a wall as tons of men around him reinforced the locks on the gates, and shot arrows down. I ran to his side immediately, kissing him so much that I didn't leave enough time for breathing.
"Oh oww." He said quietly, softly lifting my hand from his leg. I had forgotten about his wound and gasped when I saw all the blood on my hand.
"My love, we need to stitch that immediately." I said grabbing his hand and showering it in kisses. He nodded, and I helped him stand up. He put his arm around my neck and he limped at my side all the way to our room.
"Helen, come sit next to me." Priam's deep voice boomed from behind me. I slowly walked backwards, releasing my death grip on the stone, and trying to watch Paris out of the corner of my eye. I slowly sat, my warm silky dress scraping against the cold hard stone. Andromache sat on the other side of Priam, and we both stared ahead, entranced at the two men we loved riding slowly up to Menelaus and Agamemmnon. They started to part, but Menelaus grabbed his brother fiercly, and I could see Hector and Paris talking as they started to walk away. My heart skipped a beat...for I thought Paris was going to be safe from harm. I thought too soon. Way, too soon. Paris turned around, grabbing his shield, and placing on his helmet...as did Menelaus. My eyes started to sting, and my breathing became more infrequent. Menelaus took the first blow, but Paris dodged it. That swing was followed by many more, crashing into Paris' sheild until it knocked him to the ground...his helmet rolling across the sandy surface. He stood up immediately, backing up and leaving his helmet on the ground. Menelaus laughed and tossed his helmet to the side, dropping his sheild as well. Agamemmnon stood in the back laughing as he watched his brother break down Paris little by little. Finally and unsuspected, Paris got in a good punch. Sending blood dripping down Menelaus' chin. But once again, Menelaus knocked Paris to the ground.This time Paris wasn't quick enough to his feet, and Menelaus shoved his sword into Paris' leg. I covered my mouth, tears burning my eyes. Right as Menelaus lifted his sword, ready to bring it down on the one and only person I live for...Paris crawled away. He cowered at Hector's feet, wrapping his arms around his brother's legs. Menelaus walked slowly after him.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU LEFT ME FOR?" He called up to me, and tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn't hear what they were saying, so dashed to the edge, hoping to be at better hearing distance. Menelaus and Hector were arguing, and this sent Andromache to the edge as well, and we peered down at the men, praying for their lives. Menelaus raised his sword once again, and I let out a yelp, turning towards Andromache for comfort. But what I heard, was not the dying of a Prince.
"Oh thank Zeus.." I heard Andromache say as she turned me towards the men. On the ground lay not Paris, but Menelaus. Agamemmnon was infuriated and a horn was sounded for war. Hector and Paris turned, fleeing from the field to get out of way for the war. But as they about made it to safety, Paris turned around, running back out to fetch his sword.
"PARIS!" I cried out of pure frusturation. Tears coming to my eyes again, in greatfullness as my love had barely avoided certain death. I ran, fleeing down the stairs to meet Paris at the gates. I rounded the last corner and there he was, collapsed against a wall as tons of men around him reinforced the locks on the gates, and shot arrows down. I ran to his side immediately, kissing him so much that I didn't leave enough time for breathing.
"Oh oww." He said quietly, softly lifting my hand from his leg. I had forgotten about his wound and gasped when I saw all the blood on my hand.
"My love, we need to stitch that immediately." I said grabbing his hand and showering it in kisses. He nodded, and I helped him stand up. He put his arm around my neck and he limped at my side all the way to our room.