Me: Thanks for all your review I really appreciate them. And um to some,
I'm glad you think that I don't act like a Iliad know it all but I really
don't know much about it. Could ask my Greek pen pal if she ever writes
back.
Ok I'll shut up now and you can read.
It's been a week since they had been on the boat. Sailing through the Ocean waves. They finally decided to go East across the Aegean Sea to Babylonia rather than south through the Mediterranean Sea to Lower Egypt. There are many Greek traders in Egypt and through the whole Mediterranean, Paris reasoned out. Heading East would be much safer.
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"Stop day dreaming now, Briseis!" Paris yelled at her, "Don't you have anything better to do? Crying your eyes out for that Greek Achilles. Trust me it isn't worth it."
Briseis looked up at Paris and didn't respond. He used to be the cousin that she played with most often. Hector was great and caring but he was always doing his prince duties. What ever he did, she did not know then.
But now Paris was just so insensible, didn't he understand even a little bit the sorrow she was feeling? He was the one who killed Achilles in the first place. A lucky shot she thought. She knew that Paris was doing all this for her own good but she just wanted some time alone. She stood up and headed for the door out of the cabin.
"Where do you think you're going?" Paris asked questioning.
"To get some fresh air. I need to get my thoughts straight."
"Whatever," and he pushed her aside and walked out, "Just get yourself together. We can't have you sobering all day long. There's work that needs to be done."
Briseis sighed and walked out after him. Doesn't he know that I'm trying? As she walked down the wooden hallway she heard crying from Andromache's room. She did not know if she should go in or not. Andromache was just in a bad situation as her. Hector was dead and she was left all alone with her son. A boy with no father.
Achilles killed Hector, the voice reminded.
"Shut up," she murmured to herself as she knocked at Andromache's door.
A few seconds later she heard a "come in."
Brisies walked in to see Andromache sitting there pale and gaunt. Her face had lost the brilliance and pride. Dark circles were around her eyes and she just stared into space. Briseis slowly walked forward and sat down next to Andromache on the bed. She looked at her and gave her a tight hug. Briseis tries to comfort Andromache when she herself needed a hug as well.
"Would you do me a favor?" Andromache asked softly.
"Sure anything,"
"Take care of Hector's son when I'm gone," came the respond. "I cannot live on."
"Andromache, no, you cannot die. The baby's already lost it's father, he can't lose his mother as well."
"I know, but I have lost the tendency to live. Life now means nothing to me and I can't be a good mother to Hector's son."
Briseis stood up and shook Andromache's shoulder. "You can't leave a innocent child with no mother. Andromache, I have always admired your self respect and braveness when we were in the palace in Troy. I thought that you were one strong woman and someday I want to be like you. Now I'm not so sure... You can't just back away from life because death has come. You still have something to live for... unlike me she thought."
Andromache sat there stunned and silented.
"Life is full of sorrow and sadness but you have to overcome them. Shrinkening away from life proves you to be a coward. What would Hector think when he knew you have left your son and give up life?"
Briseis stopped. She knew that she shouldn't have said the last words. Why did she have to bring Hector up? And who was she to tell Andromache what kind of person she was.
"I'm sorry," Briseis appologiezed, "Here I better leave now."
"I tell that to myself too, but sometimes it seems so hard to succeed. I will try though. I will try...until I can no more."
Briseis walked back to Andromache and gave her a grateful smile.
"Everything would be ok," she comforted, but she wasn't too sure of her own words.
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Me: I know that I don't exactly write long chapters. Now sorry to break your bubble but I am not really a fast updater. But since Summer Vacation is almost here, who knows? Maybe once, twice a week. That's a lot!!! Now this won't be a long story. I don't have the endurance, sorry to say. I also have these other stories to work on and I only write when I want to. 4 maybe 5 chapters and that's it.
If parts don't make sense to you forgive me, I didn't really read this whole thing over. Tell me suggestions if you want.
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Ok I'll shut up now and you can read.
It's been a week since they had been on the boat. Sailing through the Ocean waves. They finally decided to go East across the Aegean Sea to Babylonia rather than south through the Mediterranean Sea to Lower Egypt. There are many Greek traders in Egypt and through the whole Mediterranean, Paris reasoned out. Heading East would be much safer.
-- -- --
"Stop day dreaming now, Briseis!" Paris yelled at her, "Don't you have anything better to do? Crying your eyes out for that Greek Achilles. Trust me it isn't worth it."
Briseis looked up at Paris and didn't respond. He used to be the cousin that she played with most often. Hector was great and caring but he was always doing his prince duties. What ever he did, she did not know then.
But now Paris was just so insensible, didn't he understand even a little bit the sorrow she was feeling? He was the one who killed Achilles in the first place. A lucky shot she thought. She knew that Paris was doing all this for her own good but she just wanted some time alone. She stood up and headed for the door out of the cabin.
"Where do you think you're going?" Paris asked questioning.
"To get some fresh air. I need to get my thoughts straight."
"Whatever," and he pushed her aside and walked out, "Just get yourself together. We can't have you sobering all day long. There's work that needs to be done."
Briseis sighed and walked out after him. Doesn't he know that I'm trying? As she walked down the wooden hallway she heard crying from Andromache's room. She did not know if she should go in or not. Andromache was just in a bad situation as her. Hector was dead and she was left all alone with her son. A boy with no father.
Achilles killed Hector, the voice reminded.
"Shut up," she murmured to herself as she knocked at Andromache's door.
A few seconds later she heard a "come in."
Brisies walked in to see Andromache sitting there pale and gaunt. Her face had lost the brilliance and pride. Dark circles were around her eyes and she just stared into space. Briseis slowly walked forward and sat down next to Andromache on the bed. She looked at her and gave her a tight hug. Briseis tries to comfort Andromache when she herself needed a hug as well.
"Would you do me a favor?" Andromache asked softly.
"Sure anything,"
"Take care of Hector's son when I'm gone," came the respond. "I cannot live on."
"Andromache, no, you cannot die. The baby's already lost it's father, he can't lose his mother as well."
"I know, but I have lost the tendency to live. Life now means nothing to me and I can't be a good mother to Hector's son."
Briseis stood up and shook Andromache's shoulder. "You can't leave a innocent child with no mother. Andromache, I have always admired your self respect and braveness when we were in the palace in Troy. I thought that you were one strong woman and someday I want to be like you. Now I'm not so sure... You can't just back away from life because death has come. You still have something to live for... unlike me she thought."
Andromache sat there stunned and silented.
"Life is full of sorrow and sadness but you have to overcome them. Shrinkening away from life proves you to be a coward. What would Hector think when he knew you have left your son and give up life?"
Briseis stopped. She knew that she shouldn't have said the last words. Why did she have to bring Hector up? And who was she to tell Andromache what kind of person she was.
"I'm sorry," Briseis appologiezed, "Here I better leave now."
"I tell that to myself too, but sometimes it seems so hard to succeed. I will try though. I will try...until I can no more."
Briseis walked back to Andromache and gave her a grateful smile.
"Everything would be ok," she comforted, but she wasn't too sure of her own words.
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Me: I know that I don't exactly write long chapters. Now sorry to break your bubble but I am not really a fast updater. But since Summer Vacation is almost here, who knows? Maybe once, twice a week. That's a lot!!! Now this won't be a long story. I don't have the endurance, sorry to say. I also have these other stories to work on and I only write when I want to. 4 maybe 5 chapters and that's it.
If parts don't make sense to you forgive me, I didn't really read this whole thing over. Tell me suggestions if you want.
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