A queen of Greece?
Author's note: any historian would kill me for this but for all Greek mythology lovers, you might like this. Disclaimer: I don't own Helen, Clytemnestra, Menelaus and everyone else, just this silly plot.
"I hate Menelaus." Everyday this thought would be in my mind, nothing else. I hated him ever since our 'marriage' a year ago. He gained the world, I lost my life. Ever since my 'mortal father' Tyndareus passed away, Menelaus took over the entire of Sparta- Controlled Sparta, controlled my life.
I hated him with every fibre of my soul. He treats me like a plaything, an ornament, and not a wife. I wander around the palace all day, feeling like a ghost. Nothing but white dresses and minimal jewellery, sometimes no jewellery at all. White dresses for purity, but I no longer felt pure and chaste. Used and violated is what I now am. I speak to no one, for Menelaus never allows me outside. He feared that men would see me. "Why would they love me?" I always think bitterly. "Why would they love a pale ghost?"
True, I was once beautiful- with beauty comparable to Aphrodite's. Now ? I am nothing. I felt like doing something, I knew I had to do something, but how, and what? Helpless. I hated to feel helpless but after a year of horrible living, I couldn't help but feel helpless. I thought of the past. My brothers, the Dioscuri would always be there to help me when in need. My sister, Clytemnestra, would comfort me. Now, everyone was gone. Clytemnestra married Agamemnon- brother of Menelaus. Equally evil. King of Greece, king of kings. Yet he, like Menelaus, did not respect his wife. They have many men under them, all willing to die for nothing. I couldn't do anything- not without help. I couldn't spear or use the bow and arrow. Not even the dagger.
I knew the gods could help, but I don't dare to ask. Zeus, the lord god of Mount Olympus is my true father, but I hardly see him. His permanent wife or Goddess Hera gets very jealous every time he comes down to visit. I quite fear her. I know I should do something a bout my non- existent life but I don't dare. Like all mortals, I fear death. I know if I killed Menelaus, Agamemnon would never let me off. I may be an offspring of a might god, but I am not immortal .Not a Goddess, a Deity nor a Titan. Just pure mortal, with too beautiful a face. Today, I decided to go to Athena's temple. A new temple had been erected, just behind the palace. Menelaus decided that I could go, provided I bring a whole entourage with me. On my way there, I grimaced. I hated my life. I felt rather light and happy on going to the temple though. Going to one was almost like visiting a friend.
I especially did like Athena. A step-sibling of mine, which I have never met. She has an exceptional mind, as many tales vouch. I wished she would guide me. In the temple, a beautiful shrine of gold and silver, I kneeled in front of the statue of Athena. Then, "There is no need to kneel, Helen. No daughter of my Father's ever has to." A hand pulled me up. A lovely lady in full armour appeared in front of me. Was she Athena?
A rather boring introduction I should admit. I'm going at a slower pace then I actually should. But I still hope everyone would R and R!
Author's note: any historian would kill me for this but for all Greek mythology lovers, you might like this. Disclaimer: I don't own Helen, Clytemnestra, Menelaus and everyone else, just this silly plot.
"I hate Menelaus." Everyday this thought would be in my mind, nothing else. I hated him ever since our 'marriage' a year ago. He gained the world, I lost my life. Ever since my 'mortal father' Tyndareus passed away, Menelaus took over the entire of Sparta- Controlled Sparta, controlled my life.
I hated him with every fibre of my soul. He treats me like a plaything, an ornament, and not a wife. I wander around the palace all day, feeling like a ghost. Nothing but white dresses and minimal jewellery, sometimes no jewellery at all. White dresses for purity, but I no longer felt pure and chaste. Used and violated is what I now am. I speak to no one, for Menelaus never allows me outside. He feared that men would see me. "Why would they love me?" I always think bitterly. "Why would they love a pale ghost?"
True, I was once beautiful- with beauty comparable to Aphrodite's. Now ? I am nothing. I felt like doing something, I knew I had to do something, but how, and what? Helpless. I hated to feel helpless but after a year of horrible living, I couldn't help but feel helpless. I thought of the past. My brothers, the Dioscuri would always be there to help me when in need. My sister, Clytemnestra, would comfort me. Now, everyone was gone. Clytemnestra married Agamemnon- brother of Menelaus. Equally evil. King of Greece, king of kings. Yet he, like Menelaus, did not respect his wife. They have many men under them, all willing to die for nothing. I couldn't do anything- not without help. I couldn't spear or use the bow and arrow. Not even the dagger.
I knew the gods could help, but I don't dare to ask. Zeus, the lord god of Mount Olympus is my true father, but I hardly see him. His permanent wife or Goddess Hera gets very jealous every time he comes down to visit. I quite fear her. I know I should do something a bout my non- existent life but I don't dare. Like all mortals, I fear death. I know if I killed Menelaus, Agamemnon would never let me off. I may be an offspring of a might god, but I am not immortal .Not a Goddess, a Deity nor a Titan. Just pure mortal, with too beautiful a face. Today, I decided to go to Athena's temple. A new temple had been erected, just behind the palace. Menelaus decided that I could go, provided I bring a whole entourage with me. On my way there, I grimaced. I hated my life. I felt rather light and happy on going to the temple though. Going to one was almost like visiting a friend.
I especially did like Athena. A step-sibling of mine, which I have never met. She has an exceptional mind, as many tales vouch. I wished she would guide me. In the temple, a beautiful shrine of gold and silver, I kneeled in front of the statue of Athena. Then, "There is no need to kneel, Helen. No daughter of my Father's ever has to." A hand pulled me up. A lovely lady in full armour appeared in front of me. Was she Athena?
A rather boring introduction I should admit. I'm going at a slower pace then I actually should. But I still hope everyone would R and R!