Losing So Much, Gaining So Little
Chapter III: The Return to Troy
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I looked around, desperate to find something cover myself with. Finally, I found that one thing. Right now I was wandering, trying to find my way back to Troy. How was I going to get it? It was a brown cloak, with a hood. It would be disgustingly hot, but it would cover my face. It was a little shop on the side, for those who were travelling long distances and needed it. The owner turned around, and I swiped the cloak, running off as fast as I could. I don't think that dumb merchant even noticed.
I was just outside of Troy's gates. I slipped on the cloak, pulling the hood up. I pulled my sword out, slid it through the gate opening, and returned it to it's hiding spot. I lightly pushed open the gate door, sliding it closed behind me. I looked up to the two towers on each side of the gate. "This new king has bad service." I mumbled to myself. The hood protected my face, and that was good, because it was possible for someone to recognize me.
I just walked through the markets, as if nothing was wrong, and I could feel sweat through my curly brown hair. I ignored it and kept walking. No one bothered me; based on my height, they probably thought I was just a wandering kid. Or a short customer, since everyone was bothering me about buying their stuff. I looked up and saw the palace. A devious grin crawled across my face, I could feel it. I snuck around until I got inside.
I continued this stealthy form of walking, being quiet as possible. All I had to do was kill the king, and if he had any children..them. Then Troy would be ours again. This mission was going to be much easier than I thought. Well, that was what I figured, but I didn't realize I was so wrong.
When I heard footsteps from close behind me, I quickly darted behind the corner, holding my breath, my back pressed against the wall. I couldn't be discovered, I simply couldn't. When I saw the figure coming towards me, I realized it was a priestess. A priestess would not hurt me, and that was good. She simply walked by, as if I didn't even exist. Good, I didn't want to be noticed. I kept walking, but then I froze. At the end of this hallway, there was two seperate pathways to go down. I didn't know which to pick.
I suddenly heard footsteps. I thought that they would just walk by, as if I was invisible, but I was wrong. It was a guard, and he was about to attack me. I pulled my sword out quickly. Our swords clanked together once until I drove it through his stomach, ending the battle. I wished our swords hadn't hit, for then there wouldn't have been much noise. Three more guards came in from one of the fork paths.
I ran as fast as I could for my life. One of them charged forward and got in front of me. I took two steps backward, my eyes darting around quickly. He pulled his sword out, but before he could do anything, I slit his throat. Blood gurgled out of his mouth and he fell backward, dead. Suddenly, I felt a cold chain on my neck. They had captured me. The chain pulled back, and I dropped to the ground. They rolled me onto my stomach, tying my hands behind my back.
They dragged me to the throne room. I carefully memorized the way here, just in case. I turned away from the king. He was a tall man, white hairs visible in his brown hair and beard. He was also fairly large. He probably ate a lot, being a king and all. He leaned forward in his throne, taking a look at me. He studied my face for a moment, and I just glared. "What is your name, boy?" He said. He was speaking softly, but it still sounded a bit loud to my sensitive ears.
"Astyanax, son of Hector." I glared at him, my dark eyes making him shudder. I did look a lot like my father, or at least, that's what everyone said. He let out a gasp, his eyes went wide and he placed his hands over his mouth.
"What do you want us to do with him?" One of the soldiers grunted out. The king shook his head. I was scared. He would surely want to kill me, or at least.. that was what I thought.
"Just throw him in the dungeon for now." The two soldiers nodded and dragged me off. I struggled a lot, and so they hit me on the head. I fell unconscious, so the job would be easier for them. When I woke up, I was in a cell, my arms tied above my head, and I was scared.
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