The Spirit of Troy by Blader Fairy Everlasting aka Fairy of Life
This chapter is dedicated to o Bubbles o thanx for the reviews!
Chapter 2-Before battle
The celebrations were over. Greece had come for Troy.
Menelaus had gotten the whole of Agamemnon's army against us and it wasn't Helen they were after now, it was Troy herself.
The battle on the beach was amazing, in a bad way. More than a dozen men are dead and I came face to face with the mysterious Achilles who's as strong as a lion but with a mood of that of a butterfly that can't make up its mind which flower to land on.
He could've killed me but said that there were enough men dead and enough fighting for the day.
He's the first soldier to give up a chance of killing a Prince of Troy. Or maybe he didn't recognise me, but I had the Trojan royal shield.
Tomorrow we'll have to fight a proper battle. I alerted the men a few hours ago.
I wandered down the sandy walled part of the royal centre of Troy and looked down from a balcony.
Paris was brandishing the sword of Troy. I wonder why father let him have it.
Paris wasn't normally trusted with 'ancient stuff' as it would probably be the end of the 'ancient stuff.'
He sidestepped and swiped at an imaginary enemy; dodging and attacking as well as he could.
"Hey" I called out to him. He looked up and gave a slight smile. I went down the steps and sat next to him on the bench.
"Are you fighting tomorrow?" I asked anxiously, "or just practising?" I hoped for the latter. In my eyes Paris wasn't ready for a big battle just yet, though he is a good swordsman but the bow and arrow suit him better.
"Men are fighting just for me" he said sadly, "I should at least fight for my cause. The whole battle is my fault anyway and it wouldn't be honourable if I didn't fight, I'm supposed to be a Prince of Troy."
I embraced him in a brotherly hug. "Why have you got the sword of Troy?" I asked. Something was definitely up, I could sense it.
He looked at me carefully, "Father gave it to me" he said, "For the fight. I'm going to ask Menelaus for a single combat. Whoever wins keeps Helena and if I win they go back home."
I stared at him, "Single Combat? With Menelaus? You know that man's twice the size of you, widthways included."
He smiled at that. "I'm going to fight him," he said, trying to look determined but though his brave mask I could see my little brother scared and unsure and desperate to make up for the whole mess he'd caused. Just like when we were little and I always had to get him out of scrapes as he tried to 'live up to his older brother' though he was more of a nuisance than a help, but in a nice way.
I sighed, there was going to be no stopping him, no punishment when he was little would ever quench his spirit.
"I'll ride beside you" I said, "and stay with the army, we'll be ready if you need back up." I wanted to keep an eye out on him. If that Menelaus harmed my brother I'd have him dead before he could finish his job. Paris was far too young to die.
"Thanks" said Paris, "can you practise with me?"
"Of course" I said, using wooden swords we practised for an hour and Paris improved in parrying and his attack. I taught him how to trick his opponent by swinging your sword in a different direction but making the same attack. He managed to get me 5 times but would that be enough against Menelaus?
Paris was agile and had a good sense of direction and strategy but he still couldn't move as one with his sword like I can.
He gave me a little smile as he went to bed. I looked at him reassuringly. Everything was going o be alright I told myself, just fine.
I promise to update sooner cos this chapter was rather short. I know it sounds like the movie but it does change, hopefully in the next chapter, what's gonna happen is Paris gets really injured but Hector still kills Menelaus so Paris wants to repay him and I'm not gonna tell u anymore!
This chapter is dedicated to o Bubbles o thanx for the reviews!
Chapter 2-Before battle
The celebrations were over. Greece had come for Troy.
Menelaus had gotten the whole of Agamemnon's army against us and it wasn't Helen they were after now, it was Troy herself.
The battle on the beach was amazing, in a bad way. More than a dozen men are dead and I came face to face with the mysterious Achilles who's as strong as a lion but with a mood of that of a butterfly that can't make up its mind which flower to land on.
He could've killed me but said that there were enough men dead and enough fighting for the day.
He's the first soldier to give up a chance of killing a Prince of Troy. Or maybe he didn't recognise me, but I had the Trojan royal shield.
Tomorrow we'll have to fight a proper battle. I alerted the men a few hours ago.
I wandered down the sandy walled part of the royal centre of Troy and looked down from a balcony.
Paris was brandishing the sword of Troy. I wonder why father let him have it.
Paris wasn't normally trusted with 'ancient stuff' as it would probably be the end of the 'ancient stuff.'
He sidestepped and swiped at an imaginary enemy; dodging and attacking as well as he could.
"Hey" I called out to him. He looked up and gave a slight smile. I went down the steps and sat next to him on the bench.
"Are you fighting tomorrow?" I asked anxiously, "or just practising?" I hoped for the latter. In my eyes Paris wasn't ready for a big battle just yet, though he is a good swordsman but the bow and arrow suit him better.
"Men are fighting just for me" he said sadly, "I should at least fight for my cause. The whole battle is my fault anyway and it wouldn't be honourable if I didn't fight, I'm supposed to be a Prince of Troy."
I embraced him in a brotherly hug. "Why have you got the sword of Troy?" I asked. Something was definitely up, I could sense it.
He looked at me carefully, "Father gave it to me" he said, "For the fight. I'm going to ask Menelaus for a single combat. Whoever wins keeps Helena and if I win they go back home."
I stared at him, "Single Combat? With Menelaus? You know that man's twice the size of you, widthways included."
He smiled at that. "I'm going to fight him," he said, trying to look determined but though his brave mask I could see my little brother scared and unsure and desperate to make up for the whole mess he'd caused. Just like when we were little and I always had to get him out of scrapes as he tried to 'live up to his older brother' though he was more of a nuisance than a help, but in a nice way.
I sighed, there was going to be no stopping him, no punishment when he was little would ever quench his spirit.
"I'll ride beside you" I said, "and stay with the army, we'll be ready if you need back up." I wanted to keep an eye out on him. If that Menelaus harmed my brother I'd have him dead before he could finish his job. Paris was far too young to die.
"Thanks" said Paris, "can you practise with me?"
"Of course" I said, using wooden swords we practised for an hour and Paris improved in parrying and his attack. I taught him how to trick his opponent by swinging your sword in a different direction but making the same attack. He managed to get me 5 times but would that be enough against Menelaus?
Paris was agile and had a good sense of direction and strategy but he still couldn't move as one with his sword like I can.
He gave me a little smile as he went to bed. I looked at him reassuringly. Everything was going o be alright I told myself, just fine.
I promise to update sooner cos this chapter was rather short. I know it sounds like the movie but it does change, hopefully in the next chapter, what's gonna happen is Paris gets really injured but Hector still kills Menelaus so Paris wants to repay him and I'm not gonna tell u anymore!