Disclaimer: I don't own Troy or any of the characters.
There's just too much that time can not erase. My eyes flutter shut. My mind drifting, floating to another place and time. Someone's calling me, his voice strong and silky. Heat seeps into my body as two sturdy arms wrap themselves around my waist. My brown eyes open lazily as I shift my body and turn into the warm body standing next to me. My eyes drift over a chiseled chin, lush lips, and a nose that looks like it has been broken more than once. My gaze meets his hypnotizing chestnut eyes. I start to lose myself as the love and tenderness in my husband's eyes reel me in...
... The garden. Blooms flowering, splashes of saffron, violet, fuchsia, periwinkle, jade and rouge. I turn and face the woman next to me. Her long, golden hair glistens in the sun. She gives me a sad, weak smile. Her eyes are bursting with love for my husband's brother. But underneath, lurking in the depths is guilt. Guilt for what she's brought upon us. I give her my own sad smile as I hear...
... Metal clashing on metal. I slide down the wall, the bricks scraping my back, as tears pool in my eyes. I cannot watch anymore. I cannot watch as the monster they call the greatest warrior slices into my husband with his fury. I know it is his duty. His duty to protect his city, me, and our son. But for once I would love it if he could just disregard duty and not fight. I can hear the crashing of swords on shields. I can see my father-in- law's face. His elderly face looks even older as the worry creases into his features. It's not a good omen. I stare blankly ahead, trying to drown out the battle in my head, until I hear the sickening sound of metal cutting through armor. As the sword pierces my husband's good heart, a dagger carves into my own as tears surge down my face. She walks over to me and wraps her arms around me in comfort, but I shake them off. I can not bear to look at her, for although I should not blame her, I cannot help holding her responsible for his death. I know that when she looks into my eyes, she can see...
... Fire. It dances along the tops of the houses, licking at the wood. People scream for mercy as a battle cry goes out among the soldiers invading our city. It is pointless to fight, we've already lost. I hold my son tightly to my chest as my heart beats so fast I fear it will burst. Instinct takes over as I dash to my cousin's room. The room is dim and gloomy, not a soul in the room. Panic forces my feet to run to my brother's room. I pound on the door so hard my hand turns an angry red. She opens the door, fright written all over her face. She knows what is coming, we all do. Our city is falling and we must flee. I turn as they follow me. Fire burns all around us, swallowing anything in its path. I run to the door that will lead me out of the city when...
... My eyes snap open as the sun begins to paint the sky. I reach for my husband, but he's not there. Then I remember.