Broken:
The War Is Upon Us
Disclaimer: I do not own Troy or Homer's poem or Hector for that matter.
Summary: In the time of war one life may seem insignificant compared to the numerous amount of others, but that one life may be what brings change to an empire. A story of a woman who only needs to know herself to know her greater purpose in the fabric of life. But can she find herself in time to help? HA PH M(Mestor)OC
AN: Good Day to all! bows The sun is shinning and I've had coffee! Whoop whoop! Any way, last night was my first night at driver's ed and I thoroughly enjoyed being in a room filled with guys! Wink Wink! Ahem! completely random cough from audience Yes well, let's get back to business. First order of business I'd like to thank the people who have reviewed my first chapter:
Topherismygrace- Thanks Kiddo! Enjoy the next chappie!
Ginger- you know, my puppy's name is Ginger, I love that name! Neway, thanks very much and I hope this is updated soon enough for yah.
RC- Thanks Mate, I'm glad to know that I can atleast give an intriguing opening!
Child of Morning- Well now's your chance to see what's next, trust me I have some tricks up my sleeve that I plan on using! By the way, like your pen name! Enjoy!
If you reviewed the first chapter after I updated this, I'm sorry I missed you and I'll be sure to add you in the next one! Thanks!
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That morning the sun bathed through their vast array of windows warming their thin sheets. A slight breeze traveled through the room swaying the curtains and tapestries. Hector lay awake in his bed a mental battle being forged on the numerous plains of his mind. He was married and had a son but did he truly love Andromache or was it simply an arranged marriage? True that's how it started but didn't they fall in love or did they just except the fact that they had to be with each other?
Hector rolled over on his back and starred at his wife who lay next to him with her back turned. Her long almost burgundy- brown locks waved down her back and sat sprawled out over the bed. She had a figured body with porcelain skin, is that not what every man wished? Her beauty was beyond comprehension for some and to others almost as ordinary as the peasant girl on the street.
The peasant girl on the street. Hector quietly pulled himself from the sheets careful not to disturb his wife. Once up he wrapped himself in his rough leather kilt and made his way across the cold chamber floor to the water basin. He cupped his hands in the water and scrubbed at his face removing oil and sweat from his pores. The peasant girl, who was she? Why was she there and so late at night?
Hector padded over to the balcony and gazed out over the city. This young woman intrigued him though he knew nothing about her other than she has a knack for strolling the streets of Troy in the middle of the night. He was curious an eager to escape the ordinary in fact he invited it. Although lately the unusual has caused trouble actually it's caused a war.
His brother embraced change and with that he embraced Helen. Helen, Helen of Sparta? No Helen of Troy! Hector gripped the stone rail of the balcony angered by the fact that he had a chance to change this course of fate and he didn't take it. What was the explanation he had given to Priam? Instead of welcoming a daughter you would have been burying a son. Pig Swallow! He could've changed it and he knew it. But that didn't matter now for the Greeks were coming and the change of wind was bringing them even closer.
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"Dysis? Dysis? Come on Dysis wake up, we haven't got all day for you to lie around!" The voice was familiar to Dysis, it was a soft innocent voice that she had heard many time over though the person whom the voice belonged to was not so innocent.
Dysis cracked opened her eyes gazing up at the young woman who stood above her. The sun glared her vision and for the moment all that she could make out was a blond blob of light. She pulled herself up into a sitting position rubbing at her eyes. "Good morning Kalare, what are you doing here?"
"I might ask you the same thing, father's been searching for you all morning said you left in some heated rush. He swore you would've been in harms way. He had sent Galen out to find you but, eh, Galen just doesn't know where to look for you." The girl named Kalare let out a proud boast and then turned back to her aching sister. "So are you all right?"
Dysis turned and faced her fair sister with a sarcastic grin on her face, "just dandy my dear, how about you?"
"Now none of that, we have to get you home and washed up. You must look devilishly handsome today." Kalare practically squealed with joy at the sight of her sister appearing like a princess.
Dysis peered around taking in her surroundings; she was perched on a boulder that was shaded by a ragged bent tree. She turned around gazing up at the great wall of Troy and then the rather large hole at its base through which she had crawled out of that early morning. In front of her was the vast desert like sand that ended at the peak of a cliff and beyond that the wild untamed sea in all its fury.
The sea, how she loved its sent and vowed one day to leave this place and sail across it to an unknown territory. She wanted to feel the sensation of the salty water slapping up against the side of her vessel reminding her of the risks she so willingly would take. Amidst her daydream she had ignored her sister's last underlining comment, something about washing up and being handsome. HANDSOME!
She turned to Kalare, "What?! Why do I have to get washed up and look tidy?! I thought that was your job?"
"Well there is someone father is expecting you to see this evening, someone by the name of Philander." Kalare spoke in a girlish innocence that made Dysis want to vomit.
"Philander? Oh, you just wait until I have a talk with father!" Dysis shot up darting through the hole with ease and running down the dirt path.
"Dysis! Dysis where are my sandals?!" Kalare dove through the hole watching her sister trot off down the ally.
"I lost them! Very sorry!" Dysis shouted back at her.
It took a moment for the situation to sink into Kalare's mind, "YOU WHAT?!" She darted off after her sibling at full speed following Dysis trail.
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Dysis barged into the front door of the tavern completely out of breath from her long sprint home. "Father? Father?" She questioned exasperatedly.
A short ragged man stepped out of the back room a goblet in his hand and wine pitcher in the other. "Yes dear what is- YOUR DRESS! Good graces! Child, were you attacked by beasts?" Her father dropped the goblet and pitcher onto the nearest table and walked towards the woman.
Dysis glared at her father skeptically then peered over what was left of her apparel. The burgundy had faded to a dusty red and there were now makeshift tassels at the base of her gown where the frays had just begun the night before. She felt the sand and dust caked in her matted hair and the blisters on her feet. She surely was a horrid sight.
Kalare burst into the view nearly knocking Dysis off her aching feet. "My sandals?" She took a breath, "she lost my good sandals!"
Their father's glare shot back and forth between the girls. Dysis rolled her eyes and straightened her self up, "it's not like you can't get another lad from your fan club to give you another pair!"
Kalare's jaw dropped anger brewing in her eyes but before she could say something smart her father intervened. "Girls! Let us take this upstairs. We shouldn't disturb our costumers." He urged them to the stairs prodding them in their sides. Then almost out of nowhere a loud tolling noise beamed across the land.
Everyone was silent except Dysis who spoke in barely a whisper, "the warning bells. The Greeks have finally arrived!" She took off up the stairs before anyone could stop her.
Once at the top she dashed to the other side of the room dropping her cloak and climbing up the ladder to the roof of the building. She rushed to the side gazing out at the whole of Troy and beyond to the beach and the temple of Apollo. There is where she first saw them; the Greeks were on hundreds of ships all sailing in the same direction, Troy.
Her hair whipped furiously across her face in the breeze though she did not care for the pain she was in too deep of shock to notice. The bells, those annoying bells kept tolling and now the bantering of chaos in the streets exceeded its normal limit. People flocked to their homes for safety running away from the large gate at the entrance of Troy. Though it would do them no good, if Troy was attacked they would have no place to run for there is not another city for miles and our army alone cannot stand up against the entire Greek nation.
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Hector stood on the balcony the tolling ringing in his ears as if a bad dream had come back to haunt him. This is it, he though as he turned away and forced on his armor.
"Hector! Please you mustn't go! I have a bad feeling, please Hector! Listen to me!" Andromache stood beside her husband, baby in arms rocking him steadily, while tears dripped from her eyes.
He pulled on his grieves trying not make eye contact with her, "you would have me abandon my city and leave it for ruin?" Lately his frustration had all been pointed towards her though it was truly from the upcoming war and he did love her even if it wasn't true love, he was her guardian. "I will return." He placed his palms on her cheeks wiping the tears from her skin, "do you trust my word?" She nodded, "than believe that I will return home." He kissed her quickly on her soft lips before taking off down the hall helmet in hand.
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Hector climbed up on his horse, Andreas, and gave one last serene look up at the balcony where his wife stood, before ridding off down to the gate. He took a side route in order to bypass the crowded streets, passing swiftly through narrow alleys. He slowed down just in front of a worn out tavern where there had been a back up of people.
Something or someone on the roof had caught his attention and for a brief moment he stopped there gazing up at the young woman whose brassy hair flew rapidly through the wind. Her off red garment flapping loosely against her body revealing a firm figure and tanned skin. There was something about her presence, something in her soul that made her appeal to him.
A noisy cart scuttled by and tipped over spilling its pottery directly in front of Andreas and Hector. The horse leapt up on its hind legs its voice unleashing a foul screech. It did not go unnoticed by the woman on the building who was now gawking in awe at the prince's presence. Andreas returned to his normal state and a shaken Hector returned his gaze back to the lady who was now virtually above him gazing down at him.
"YAH!" Hector heeled the horse in the side and took off down the path crushing pottery under the horse's hoofs, his locks of curly hair slapping against his armor as he rode on.
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AN: I hope that was enough to keep you interested in the story. Have no fear the plot will thicken and become very heavy soon, I promise. just hold on to your horses and it'll be here soon! Neways, thanks again for those of you who reviewed it is greatly appreciated! And for those who didn't, well it's never to late. Wink Wink!
The War Is Upon Us
Disclaimer: I do not own Troy or Homer's poem or Hector for that matter.
Summary: In the time of war one life may seem insignificant compared to the numerous amount of others, but that one life may be what brings change to an empire. A story of a woman who only needs to know herself to know her greater purpose in the fabric of life. But can she find herself in time to help? HA PH M(Mestor)OC
AN: Good Day to all! bows The sun is shinning and I've had coffee! Whoop whoop! Any way, last night was my first night at driver's ed and I thoroughly enjoyed being in a room filled with guys! Wink Wink! Ahem! completely random cough from audience Yes well, let's get back to business. First order of business I'd like to thank the people who have reviewed my first chapter:
Topherismygrace- Thanks Kiddo! Enjoy the next chappie!
Ginger- you know, my puppy's name is Ginger, I love that name! Neway, thanks very much and I hope this is updated soon enough for yah.
RC- Thanks Mate, I'm glad to know that I can atleast give an intriguing opening!
Child of Morning- Well now's your chance to see what's next, trust me I have some tricks up my sleeve that I plan on using! By the way, like your pen name! Enjoy!
If you reviewed the first chapter after I updated this, I'm sorry I missed you and I'll be sure to add you in the next one! Thanks!
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That morning the sun bathed through their vast array of windows warming their thin sheets. A slight breeze traveled through the room swaying the curtains and tapestries. Hector lay awake in his bed a mental battle being forged on the numerous plains of his mind. He was married and had a son but did he truly love Andromache or was it simply an arranged marriage? True that's how it started but didn't they fall in love or did they just except the fact that they had to be with each other?
Hector rolled over on his back and starred at his wife who lay next to him with her back turned. Her long almost burgundy- brown locks waved down her back and sat sprawled out over the bed. She had a figured body with porcelain skin, is that not what every man wished? Her beauty was beyond comprehension for some and to others almost as ordinary as the peasant girl on the street.
The peasant girl on the street. Hector quietly pulled himself from the sheets careful not to disturb his wife. Once up he wrapped himself in his rough leather kilt and made his way across the cold chamber floor to the water basin. He cupped his hands in the water and scrubbed at his face removing oil and sweat from his pores. The peasant girl, who was she? Why was she there and so late at night?
Hector padded over to the balcony and gazed out over the city. This young woman intrigued him though he knew nothing about her other than she has a knack for strolling the streets of Troy in the middle of the night. He was curious an eager to escape the ordinary in fact he invited it. Although lately the unusual has caused trouble actually it's caused a war.
His brother embraced change and with that he embraced Helen. Helen, Helen of Sparta? No Helen of Troy! Hector gripped the stone rail of the balcony angered by the fact that he had a chance to change this course of fate and he didn't take it. What was the explanation he had given to Priam? Instead of welcoming a daughter you would have been burying a son. Pig Swallow! He could've changed it and he knew it. But that didn't matter now for the Greeks were coming and the change of wind was bringing them even closer.
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"Dysis? Dysis? Come on Dysis wake up, we haven't got all day for you to lie around!" The voice was familiar to Dysis, it was a soft innocent voice that she had heard many time over though the person whom the voice belonged to was not so innocent.
Dysis cracked opened her eyes gazing up at the young woman who stood above her. The sun glared her vision and for the moment all that she could make out was a blond blob of light. She pulled herself up into a sitting position rubbing at her eyes. "Good morning Kalare, what are you doing here?"
"I might ask you the same thing, father's been searching for you all morning said you left in some heated rush. He swore you would've been in harms way. He had sent Galen out to find you but, eh, Galen just doesn't know where to look for you." The girl named Kalare let out a proud boast and then turned back to her aching sister. "So are you all right?"
Dysis turned and faced her fair sister with a sarcastic grin on her face, "just dandy my dear, how about you?"
"Now none of that, we have to get you home and washed up. You must look devilishly handsome today." Kalare practically squealed with joy at the sight of her sister appearing like a princess.
Dysis peered around taking in her surroundings; she was perched on a boulder that was shaded by a ragged bent tree. She turned around gazing up at the great wall of Troy and then the rather large hole at its base through which she had crawled out of that early morning. In front of her was the vast desert like sand that ended at the peak of a cliff and beyond that the wild untamed sea in all its fury.
The sea, how she loved its sent and vowed one day to leave this place and sail across it to an unknown territory. She wanted to feel the sensation of the salty water slapping up against the side of her vessel reminding her of the risks she so willingly would take. Amidst her daydream she had ignored her sister's last underlining comment, something about washing up and being handsome. HANDSOME!
She turned to Kalare, "What?! Why do I have to get washed up and look tidy?! I thought that was your job?"
"Well there is someone father is expecting you to see this evening, someone by the name of Philander." Kalare spoke in a girlish innocence that made Dysis want to vomit.
"Philander? Oh, you just wait until I have a talk with father!" Dysis shot up darting through the hole with ease and running down the dirt path.
"Dysis! Dysis where are my sandals?!" Kalare dove through the hole watching her sister trot off down the ally.
"I lost them! Very sorry!" Dysis shouted back at her.
It took a moment for the situation to sink into Kalare's mind, "YOU WHAT?!" She darted off after her sibling at full speed following Dysis trail.
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Dysis barged into the front door of the tavern completely out of breath from her long sprint home. "Father? Father?" She questioned exasperatedly.
A short ragged man stepped out of the back room a goblet in his hand and wine pitcher in the other. "Yes dear what is- YOUR DRESS! Good graces! Child, were you attacked by beasts?" Her father dropped the goblet and pitcher onto the nearest table and walked towards the woman.
Dysis glared at her father skeptically then peered over what was left of her apparel. The burgundy had faded to a dusty red and there were now makeshift tassels at the base of her gown where the frays had just begun the night before. She felt the sand and dust caked in her matted hair and the blisters on her feet. She surely was a horrid sight.
Kalare burst into the view nearly knocking Dysis off her aching feet. "My sandals?" She took a breath, "she lost my good sandals!"
Their father's glare shot back and forth between the girls. Dysis rolled her eyes and straightened her self up, "it's not like you can't get another lad from your fan club to give you another pair!"
Kalare's jaw dropped anger brewing in her eyes but before she could say something smart her father intervened. "Girls! Let us take this upstairs. We shouldn't disturb our costumers." He urged them to the stairs prodding them in their sides. Then almost out of nowhere a loud tolling noise beamed across the land.
Everyone was silent except Dysis who spoke in barely a whisper, "the warning bells. The Greeks have finally arrived!" She took off up the stairs before anyone could stop her.
Once at the top she dashed to the other side of the room dropping her cloak and climbing up the ladder to the roof of the building. She rushed to the side gazing out at the whole of Troy and beyond to the beach and the temple of Apollo. There is where she first saw them; the Greeks were on hundreds of ships all sailing in the same direction, Troy.
Her hair whipped furiously across her face in the breeze though she did not care for the pain she was in too deep of shock to notice. The bells, those annoying bells kept tolling and now the bantering of chaos in the streets exceeded its normal limit. People flocked to their homes for safety running away from the large gate at the entrance of Troy. Though it would do them no good, if Troy was attacked they would have no place to run for there is not another city for miles and our army alone cannot stand up against the entire Greek nation.
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Hector stood on the balcony the tolling ringing in his ears as if a bad dream had come back to haunt him. This is it, he though as he turned away and forced on his armor.
"Hector! Please you mustn't go! I have a bad feeling, please Hector! Listen to me!" Andromache stood beside her husband, baby in arms rocking him steadily, while tears dripped from her eyes.
He pulled on his grieves trying not make eye contact with her, "you would have me abandon my city and leave it for ruin?" Lately his frustration had all been pointed towards her though it was truly from the upcoming war and he did love her even if it wasn't true love, he was her guardian. "I will return." He placed his palms on her cheeks wiping the tears from her skin, "do you trust my word?" She nodded, "than believe that I will return home." He kissed her quickly on her soft lips before taking off down the hall helmet in hand.
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Hector climbed up on his horse, Andreas, and gave one last serene look up at the balcony where his wife stood, before ridding off down to the gate. He took a side route in order to bypass the crowded streets, passing swiftly through narrow alleys. He slowed down just in front of a worn out tavern where there had been a back up of people.
Something or someone on the roof had caught his attention and for a brief moment he stopped there gazing up at the young woman whose brassy hair flew rapidly through the wind. Her off red garment flapping loosely against her body revealing a firm figure and tanned skin. There was something about her presence, something in her soul that made her appeal to him.
A noisy cart scuttled by and tipped over spilling its pottery directly in front of Andreas and Hector. The horse leapt up on its hind legs its voice unleashing a foul screech. It did not go unnoticed by the woman on the building who was now gawking in awe at the prince's presence. Andreas returned to his normal state and a shaken Hector returned his gaze back to the lady who was now virtually above him gazing down at him.
"YAH!" Hector heeled the horse in the side and took off down the path crushing pottery under the horse's hoofs, his locks of curly hair slapping against his armor as he rode on.
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AN: I hope that was enough to keep you interested in the story. Have no fear the plot will thicken and become very heavy soon, I promise. just hold on to your horses and it'll be here soon! Neways, thanks again for those of you who reviewed it is greatly appreciated! And for those who didn't, well it's never to late. Wink Wink!