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The streets of the Ancient city Troy was scattered with blood. Dead people were everywhere and the smell filled the air. People were starving each day and the worst was yet to come. The Greeks has decided a siege on Troy until they had surrendered but the city of Troy has its dignity and that would not be shattered too easily. And so the war has went on, no fierce big bloody battles yet but the Greeks were slowly weakening the people of Troy little by little.
"Hurry up, get the cloth and some water," yelled Ms, Charitome to Kisara. " There's another wounded person here."
"Ok," replied the timid Kisara as she carried all the supplies on the table.
Working in the Blood Room isn't exactly something that most people would enjoy, but Kisara felt like it was her job to help them out. People don't deserve to suffer the pain and anguish she thought.
The patient, who was a young boy about 19 had whitish hair and these pleading kind of eyes. He however stayed calm at all the procedures and took a deep breath.
"Are you feeling better?" Kisara asked as she place a wet cloth on his forehead.
"I will be with a pretty face like you around." He responded and that caused Kisara to blush deeply.
"I have to go now," she replied and stood up, "I'll see you tomorrow." And with a wave she walked away.
The sun was setting and the streets were quite. No one really dared to play outside anymore with this sort of condition. Greek enemies could often be anywhere even though it is rare for them to come into the city walls. She walked back to her chamber silently thinking about how her sister was doing.
Both her and her sis, Isis was born in Egypt and how had she missed her home back at a little town right next to Memphis. Kisara was adopted to the Ishtar family when she was just a baby but she never knew that. She had noticed that she looked a bit different from Isis but never knew that they weren't related by blood. She and her sister would often wander around in the desert and frequently stop by the Nile river to play. Life was almost seemingly perfect until the day when she was six.
On that dreadful day, both her father and mother were murdered. She didn't know much then and was just afraid that mommy and daddy was gone. Her sister had however understood a bit more. Since that day, Isis had changed. There was this coldness in her, she was never that playful anymore and rarely smiled. She had kept her head high and was filled with dignity. The Isis she knew was gone and would never come back, and Kisara knew that as a fact. Kisara really didn't know why her sister had changed so much but the truth was that Isis sought for revenge. Revenge for the murderers of their parents.
Days after their parent's death, they were to be sent away from the home they had always known to Troy. Across the Mediteranean Sea they went and arrived at a foreign and unknown place.
Kisara was to be a maid for Lady Helen of Troy and Helen has treated her as her own daughter. Isis was sent to work for Lady Adromache, the wife of Lord Hector. The sisters however took very different in personalities. Kisara was timid, shy, and unspokentive but caring for the less fortunate. She was blessed with the special power to see the gods. Certain people could sense the gods and feel them talking to them but never could they have seen the gods themselves. Isis was more interested in the history related topics and the mysteries of the past. Everyone knew though that no girls could be a historian and that she was just so naïve. She had not cared about what people often thought but just what she knew was important. Her pride and dignity was to lead her. She had the power to foresee the future... but that was in many circumstances.
Kisara walked down the still road with the wind brushing through her light colored hair. The mist of the evening was rising and she liked the cool breeze against her cheeks. She looked the way toward the ocean by the beach, where the Greek camps were often set. And then she saw him. His dark brown chestnut hair wavering in the wind and those piercing blue eyes. Even from the distance she could feel something about him. He didn't look native Greek and even seemed to have some Egyptian blood in him like her but she did not know for sure.
She shrugged the strange feeling off, that's our enemy, a voice reminded her, and she knew that was true. Kisara ran back to Helen's palace all out of breath. She was going to tell Isis about him, for she shared all her thoughts with Isis.
"Kisara," a voice whispered.
She froze and turned around finding herself facing Aphrodite, the goddess of love.
"Don't grow too fond of him, for he is a Greek and that you are Trojan. There is also a destiny that you cannot see so my child forget about him,"
Before she could respond Aphrodite was gone. The cold wind sent shivers down her spine and she didn't know what to do. Destiny? What destiny? Maybe Isis could help. Tomorrow, she promised herself I'll go to see my sister and all would be sorted out. And with that, she walked into the palace, down the servants hall and into her chamber. She quietly shut her door behind her.
Me: Like it? No? I really have no clue how this is going to turn out. I'm just trying a different approach. Tell me if you like it or not ok? And if you have any suggestions just let me know. I'll update on the weekends if I'm not that busy. Isis will be in the next chapter.
One question and if anyone knows the answer tell me. What color was Kisara's hair? Blond? Yes I'm slow, don't make fun of me.
Review!
The streets of the Ancient city Troy was scattered with blood. Dead people were everywhere and the smell filled the air. People were starving each day and the worst was yet to come. The Greeks has decided a siege on Troy until they had surrendered but the city of Troy has its dignity and that would not be shattered too easily. And so the war has went on, no fierce big bloody battles yet but the Greeks were slowly weakening the people of Troy little by little.
"Hurry up, get the cloth and some water," yelled Ms, Charitome to Kisara. " There's another wounded person here."
"Ok," replied the timid Kisara as she carried all the supplies on the table.
Working in the Blood Room isn't exactly something that most people would enjoy, but Kisara felt like it was her job to help them out. People don't deserve to suffer the pain and anguish she thought.
The patient, who was a young boy about 19 had whitish hair and these pleading kind of eyes. He however stayed calm at all the procedures and took a deep breath.
"Are you feeling better?" Kisara asked as she place a wet cloth on his forehead.
"I will be with a pretty face like you around." He responded and that caused Kisara to blush deeply.
"I have to go now," she replied and stood up, "I'll see you tomorrow." And with a wave she walked away.
The sun was setting and the streets were quite. No one really dared to play outside anymore with this sort of condition. Greek enemies could often be anywhere even though it is rare for them to come into the city walls. She walked back to her chamber silently thinking about how her sister was doing.
Both her and her sis, Isis was born in Egypt and how had she missed her home back at a little town right next to Memphis. Kisara was adopted to the Ishtar family when she was just a baby but she never knew that. She had noticed that she looked a bit different from Isis but never knew that they weren't related by blood. She and her sister would often wander around in the desert and frequently stop by the Nile river to play. Life was almost seemingly perfect until the day when she was six.
On that dreadful day, both her father and mother were murdered. She didn't know much then and was just afraid that mommy and daddy was gone. Her sister had however understood a bit more. Since that day, Isis had changed. There was this coldness in her, she was never that playful anymore and rarely smiled. She had kept her head high and was filled with dignity. The Isis she knew was gone and would never come back, and Kisara knew that as a fact. Kisara really didn't know why her sister had changed so much but the truth was that Isis sought for revenge. Revenge for the murderers of their parents.
Days after their parent's death, they were to be sent away from the home they had always known to Troy. Across the Mediteranean Sea they went and arrived at a foreign and unknown place.
Kisara was to be a maid for Lady Helen of Troy and Helen has treated her as her own daughter. Isis was sent to work for Lady Adromache, the wife of Lord Hector. The sisters however took very different in personalities. Kisara was timid, shy, and unspokentive but caring for the less fortunate. She was blessed with the special power to see the gods. Certain people could sense the gods and feel them talking to them but never could they have seen the gods themselves. Isis was more interested in the history related topics and the mysteries of the past. Everyone knew though that no girls could be a historian and that she was just so naïve. She had not cared about what people often thought but just what she knew was important. Her pride and dignity was to lead her. She had the power to foresee the future... but that was in many circumstances.
Kisara walked down the still road with the wind brushing through her light colored hair. The mist of the evening was rising and she liked the cool breeze against her cheeks. She looked the way toward the ocean by the beach, where the Greek camps were often set. And then she saw him. His dark brown chestnut hair wavering in the wind and those piercing blue eyes. Even from the distance she could feel something about him. He didn't look native Greek and even seemed to have some Egyptian blood in him like her but she did not know for sure.
She shrugged the strange feeling off, that's our enemy, a voice reminded her, and she knew that was true. Kisara ran back to Helen's palace all out of breath. She was going to tell Isis about him, for she shared all her thoughts with Isis.
"Kisara," a voice whispered.
She froze and turned around finding herself facing Aphrodite, the goddess of love.
"Don't grow too fond of him, for he is a Greek and that you are Trojan. There is also a destiny that you cannot see so my child forget about him,"
Before she could respond Aphrodite was gone. The cold wind sent shivers down her spine and she didn't know what to do. Destiny? What destiny? Maybe Isis could help. Tomorrow, she promised herself I'll go to see my sister and all would be sorted out. And with that, she walked into the palace, down the servants hall and into her chamber. She quietly shut her door behind her.
Me: Like it? No? I really have no clue how this is going to turn out. I'm just trying a different approach. Tell me if you like it or not ok? And if you have any suggestions just let me know. I'll update on the weekends if I'm not that busy. Isis will be in the next chapter.
One question and if anyone knows the answer tell me. What color was Kisara's hair? Blond? Yes I'm slow, don't make fun of me.
Review!