Losing So Much, Gaining So Little
Chapter IV: Jail Break
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I was extremely uncomfortable, and my arms were getting sore. I had to keep my left leg straight, for I'd discovered my sword was still in it's secret sheath. I gave a yawn. This was boring, but I couldn't do anything. I just realized something that scared me more than when the guards were attacking me. I was probably going to die at dawn. So what did I do? I started remembering this I wish I had remembered before I had gotten here.
Flashback
It was last year. I was six years old, and Uncle Paris was about to leave to get Troy back, just like I had tried. Aunt Helen was holding a four-year-old Amara, whom was crying. Aunt Helen had a few tears in her eyes, too. Uncle Paris was saying how he needed to get their country back, for it was his fault that they lost it.
I was grabbing his hands, sobbing. I was shouting "Don't go, Uncle Paris! Don't go!" Then my mother put her arms around me and pulled me away. Paris ruffled my hair, smiling a sad smile, like my mother. I think he knew he wasn't going to come back, and if so..he was right. That was when we never saw him again.
He waved us goodbye and began walking off. His quiver was slinged over his shoulder, holding multiple arrows and his bow. A sword was in his sheath. It wasn't the Sword of Troy, this much I knew. He was wearing his armor, and it was extremely detailed. I never really understood what it all meant.
He just kept walking, and we all just stood there, crying. That was the last time I saw Uncle Paris. Even when his figure disappeared out of sight, we just stood there. We were frozen like stones.
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End Flashback
I fell asleep. It took me awhile, but I was trying to. I didn't have anything else to do anyways. I could feel myself attempting to toss and turn. I was thankful I had the cloak, the dungeon was freezing, even in the hot weather. My chains rattled together as I squirmed, trying to get my hands free. They were too tight, and I couldn't sleep with my hands above my head. They could have at least chained them at my sides or something.
I let out a yawn, and my eyes fluttered shut. I didn't get to sleep right away, but it happened. I was exhausted, so I guess it wasn't so hard to get to sleep.
My dream was just terrible. I could hear the chains rattling, so I must have been attempting to toss and turn a lot. I was being beaten with chains, nearly screaming in pain. All the Trojans were there, crying -- especially my mother. The Greeks were howling with laughter. Finally, they began to just stab me with their swords, until one finally drove it through my stomach and pulled it out and I gurgled blood through my mouth, then died.
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I woke up in a cold sweat. I was breathing hard, looking around with my blue eyes. It was all just a bad dream, I reminded myself, yawning. I heard a guard groaning in pain. Then it stopped, and I heard a body hit the floor. Was someone here? Was it a killer? Was I going to die?
These thoughts of panic rushed through my head. I would prefer knowing who my killer was. I heard the door unlocking, and my eyes jolted over there. The person had a hood. I closed my eyes, scared. Suddenly, I heard the chains around my wrists being unlocked, then the ones around my ankles. I think the person thought I was asleep, for he carefully picked me up. He pulled the cloak hood over my head. What was this person doing?
I felt him running out of the palace, being swift and silent. I opened one eye, but he didn't seem to notice. The face looked so familar, but I didn't think it could be the same person. I thought I was just imagining things. I closed my eyes, and now fell into a comfortable sleep. It was night, and the wind was brisk. He kept running, and didn't stop until we were away from Troy. By this point I was fully awake, looking around confused. Even his voice sounded familiar...
"Are you alright?" He said, looking down at me. I nodded, and he smiled, pulling his hood down. My eyes widened as much as they could. There was no way.. was it really Uncle Paris!? "Astyanax? Are you alright?" His voice was just like Paris', his face the same.. and how else would he know my name? My eyes lit up with happiness.
"Uncle Paris..is it really you?" I know it hadn't been that long, but I did sort of like hearing a familiar voice, seeing a familiar face, hearing my own voice. He smiled.
"I'm glad you remember me. Now, what were you doing in Troy?"
"I was trying to get it back, like you did. I thought maybe.. maybe I would find you, and I was right." His smile got bigger and he ruffled my hair, like he did the day he left.
"You need a lot more training to do that." That was the last thing he said. Then I fell asleep, again. I was sleeping a lot that day, and I wasn't sure why, but I really liked sleeping at the time.
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I hope you like this next chapter, and I hope it cleared up a lot of questions. Please, R&R.
-Prince of Troy
Chapter IV: Jail Break
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I was extremely uncomfortable, and my arms were getting sore. I had to keep my left leg straight, for I'd discovered my sword was still in it's secret sheath. I gave a yawn. This was boring, but I couldn't do anything. I just realized something that scared me more than when the guards were attacking me. I was probably going to die at dawn. So what did I do? I started remembering this I wish I had remembered before I had gotten here.
Flashback
It was last year. I was six years old, and Uncle Paris was about to leave to get Troy back, just like I had tried. Aunt Helen was holding a four-year-old Amara, whom was crying. Aunt Helen had a few tears in her eyes, too. Uncle Paris was saying how he needed to get their country back, for it was his fault that they lost it.
I was grabbing his hands, sobbing. I was shouting "Don't go, Uncle Paris! Don't go!" Then my mother put her arms around me and pulled me away. Paris ruffled my hair, smiling a sad smile, like my mother. I think he knew he wasn't going to come back, and if so..he was right. That was when we never saw him again.
He waved us goodbye and began walking off. His quiver was slinged over his shoulder, holding multiple arrows and his bow. A sword was in his sheath. It wasn't the Sword of Troy, this much I knew. He was wearing his armor, and it was extremely detailed. I never really understood what it all meant.
He just kept walking, and we all just stood there, crying. That was the last time I saw Uncle Paris. Even when his figure disappeared out of sight, we just stood there. We were frozen like stones.
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End Flashback
I fell asleep. It took me awhile, but I was trying to. I didn't have anything else to do anyways. I could feel myself attempting to toss and turn. I was thankful I had the cloak, the dungeon was freezing, even in the hot weather. My chains rattled together as I squirmed, trying to get my hands free. They were too tight, and I couldn't sleep with my hands above my head. They could have at least chained them at my sides or something.
I let out a yawn, and my eyes fluttered shut. I didn't get to sleep right away, but it happened. I was exhausted, so I guess it wasn't so hard to get to sleep.
My dream was just terrible. I could hear the chains rattling, so I must have been attempting to toss and turn a lot. I was being beaten with chains, nearly screaming in pain. All the Trojans were there, crying -- especially my mother. The Greeks were howling with laughter. Finally, they began to just stab me with their swords, until one finally drove it through my stomach and pulled it out and I gurgled blood through my mouth, then died.
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I woke up in a cold sweat. I was breathing hard, looking around with my blue eyes. It was all just a bad dream, I reminded myself, yawning. I heard a guard groaning in pain. Then it stopped, and I heard a body hit the floor. Was someone here? Was it a killer? Was I going to die?
These thoughts of panic rushed through my head. I would prefer knowing who my killer was. I heard the door unlocking, and my eyes jolted over there. The person had a hood. I closed my eyes, scared. Suddenly, I heard the chains around my wrists being unlocked, then the ones around my ankles. I think the person thought I was asleep, for he carefully picked me up. He pulled the cloak hood over my head. What was this person doing?
I felt him running out of the palace, being swift and silent. I opened one eye, but he didn't seem to notice. The face looked so familar, but I didn't think it could be the same person. I thought I was just imagining things. I closed my eyes, and now fell into a comfortable sleep. It was night, and the wind was brisk. He kept running, and didn't stop until we were away from Troy. By this point I was fully awake, looking around confused. Even his voice sounded familiar...
"Are you alright?" He said, looking down at me. I nodded, and he smiled, pulling his hood down. My eyes widened as much as they could. There was no way.. was it really Uncle Paris!? "Astyanax? Are you alright?" His voice was just like Paris', his face the same.. and how else would he know my name? My eyes lit up with happiness.
"Uncle Paris..is it really you?" I know it hadn't been that long, but I did sort of like hearing a familiar voice, seeing a familiar face, hearing my own voice. He smiled.
"I'm glad you remember me. Now, what were you doing in Troy?"
"I was trying to get it back, like you did. I thought maybe.. maybe I would find you, and I was right." His smile got bigger and he ruffled my hair, like he did the day he left.
"You need a lot more training to do that." That was the last thing he said. Then I fell asleep, again. I was sleeping a lot that day, and I wasn't sure why, but I really liked sleeping at the time.
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I hope you like this next chapter, and I hope it cleared up a lot of questions. Please, R&R.
-Prince of Troy