This is the first fan fiction that I've ever posted. I have yet to see the movie Troy, but I've always loved the story and I love the charachter of Hector. Sadly, I do not own any of these great characters, they belong to the long dead Homer. I do, however, own Ashara. It's starting out PG-13, but that might change later on.
Hector's head jerked up when he heard the loud shrilling cries of his newborn child. His heart soared as he realized he now had a son or daughter. He waited expectantly for one of the midwives to come out and tell him of the birth. A frown creased his forehead when no one came. He pushed aside the curtain that separated the rooms and moved into the bedroom.
A midwife was gently cleaning his child...a boy. He looked at the faces of the other women in the room and each held a look of despair. He felt his chest constrict when he saw his wife's limp form sprawled across the bed. Rushing to her side, he took her hand in his.
"Andromache?" His eyes took in the sight before him, blood covering everything. Andromache slowly turned her head towards him and smiled weakly at him. He brought her hand to his lips and gently brushed his lips over her knuckles.
"My love...where is our child?" Her voice came out raspy and weak. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Tearing himself away from her, Hector went to take his son from the midwife. The child had calmed down and was smiling peacefully. Hector placed his son in the arms of his wife.
"Oh my sweet child, how beautiful you are." She lovingly stroked his small face and kissed his tiny forehead. Hector felt his heart ache, he could hear her voice weakening and could tell that each movement was harder then the last. He knelt at her bedside and helped her to support the child.
"Andromache, what shall we name him?" His wife looked at him with such love in her eyes. He held her hand as their baby cooed between them.
In a weak voice, Andromache managed to tell Hector her dying wish. "He will be Astyanax. Love him with all of your heart, protect him with all of your might, and teach him with all of your wisdom." And with her dying breath she called out his name. "I love you, Hector." Her eyes unfocused and her head lolled to the side.
"NO! No, my love! Come back to us, come back..." As he sobbed out her name, a midwife came and took Astyanax. Hector pulled her body against him, trying to hold on to the warmth already leaving her body. He cried to the gods to restore his love, but his cries would go unanswered.
Ok, so what do you think? Try not to be too harsh, I already have more chapters ready to go. I'd like some feedback before I post anything new.