Chapter 6:
This Life
Disclaimer: I don't own Troy or Homer's poem.
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: Sorry it took so long for me to update! Please forgive me, and here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
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Her body rolled over on top of his, their heated kissing combining them together in passionate love. She moved her soft fingers across his stubbly cheeks below the lace of the decorative mask he wore and into his locks of untamed hair. They rolled again, herself now on the bottom, she lifted the black mask from his face; their fiery love halted as she dropped away from him. Her body was falling through the bed linens and ending up on the streets, fully clothed in her normal apparel.
She had the sudden urge to run, this time in a sober stance fully conscious of her whereabouts. Dysis headed for the wall not caring for anything other then the excitement on the other side. She ran, her feet never faltering to retrace the steps she traveled virtually everyday. As she ran she heard an unidentifiable voice call out to her, "Dysis! Dysis stop! This is foolish!"
Her body forced itself to continue as she ran through the small hole tripping out into the sand and then taking off again. Her hair was thick and swinging loosely at her sides caked in sand and sweat. Her heart ached, oh how it pounded; what was wrong with me? She flew around the side of the wall coming to a sudden halt as she scanned the scene. This time she could actually see two men fighting instead of just hearing it.
With a hurried shove her weak aching body flew to the ground, she wrestled with the weight forced on her, screaming and shouting inaudible words and names. Future memories flooded into her head as she screamed out one name, a name she could not hear herself. Everything went by in a flash; the dancing girls, the passionate love making, a woman choking her, her fall to the ground, a bloody beaten body being dragged by a chariot, and finally all was black.
Dysis flew up from her makeshift bed panting heavily nearly collapsing over in pain. She actually felt the pain, her blood rushed as if she had truly been running and her heart ached. It was someone close to her, someone, some man would die and she could feel the pain. This had to be true, the Gods' were warning her.
The young woman pulled herself up leaning her body's weight on the balcony railing. This wasn't just a dream and she knew it. She peered out at the breaking dawn; this morning was like no morning she had lived before. Dysis had a new realization of her existence and she could never turn back now.
Her hair was a tangled mess that she truly didn't want to deal with at the moment so instead she grabbed a comb and fastened it to her scalp holding the monstrosity in place. Kalare; sweet adorable Kalare, she would never know the devastation of this war. Dysis knew that her sister would live in her perfect paradise never allowing the sorrow to seep into her mind no matter how hard it pushed. Not truly an optimist but most definitely not a pessimist, Kalare had taught herself to ignore everything that she did not want to hear. What a way to live, eh?
Dysis yanked her cloak from the balcony floor where she had spent the night prior gazing up at the stars until she fell into a light airy sleep. This life had amazed her, for the lot of her twenty-two years nothing extremely exciting had occurred to her, now within a rush of two days her whole life has been turned upside down and her emotions are a wreck.
The young woman slowly creaked open the door allowing her sister to rest in peace as she exited. Dysis knew she needed to get some fresh air and clear her mind, she was placing way too much unneeded stress on her shoulders, and it was an unhealthy habit of hers. She waltzed aimlessly out to the garden not paying attention to where her feet were taking her, though she really had no care as long as she got out in the morning light, maybe she'd catch a glimpse of Apollo himself, riding across the dawn creating the breathtaking sunrise she loved so dearly.
The walking dreamer headed out of the garden carelessly and over to the stables. She had grown to love horses for their stamina and ability to put up a fair fight. She would ride her horse all the time when she was younger, well atleast up until a year ago when her father promised Nox, her black stallion; to Phillander in hopes he would accept Dysis as a bride. How she missed Nox, she remembered ridding her day and night never giving up the chance to race with her brother through the plains on the outside of Troy. Her home, Troy was her home and it was waging a war she knew it could not stand.
She shook the thought from her mind as she entered into the stable, her green gown dragging across the dirt as she gazed into the stables filled with gigantic beasts. "How lovely," she expressed aloud, "and you must be Andreas." Her green eyes fell upon the magnificent creature. She leaned in petting his white speckled nose; he patted against her as she ran her fingers through his mane. "Prince Hector must take very good care of you for you to appear this handsome. Yes he must."
"I make sure to tend to him everyday, he is definitely an attention seeker." Hector's voice announced from the other end of the stables, startling Dysis.
She backed up from the horse lacing her fingers together in an embarrassed state. "I'm sorry my lord, I didn't mean to intrude on you."
"No, no. It's quite all right; don't fret about it. I could use some company this morning." He sat down on a hay bale making himself comfortable. No doubt he was debating the events of the war and the likelihood of Greek attacks. Dysis wondered if that was all he ever thought about, surely it wasn't, was it?
"Do you mind?" She picked up a brush and gestured to Andreas.
"No, by all means go ahead," he hadn't even gotten the chance to warn her about his temper and she was already in his stall. "But be careful he gets flustered some times and does things unexpectedly."
"Look, Prince, you may be the famed horse tamer but I think I can handle myself. I know when animals sense-." She dropped the brush on Andreas' hoof and when the wood made contact with the bone hoof a scrapping sound erupted. The horse jumped and screeched causing Dysis to scream in terror. The horse moved around more in this unsteady situation due to the fear surrounding Dysis.
Dysis pressed herself against the stable digging her nails into the wood, she could feel an arm wrap around her waist and coax her to the stable door before pulling her out. Her eyes were wide in shock as she collapsed to her knees; what just happened? Her breathing still deep she turned her head to face the stable.
"See what I mean, very temperamental." Hector stated trying his best to calm his breathing. "You surprise me, daughter of Darrius, you have the wit and cunningness of a fox yet you are too blind to see the obvious." Dysis starred at him with a perplexed look, "The horse."
"I could've handled myself!" She boasted aloud not wanting to admit defeat. It was her security blanket and it protected her from being hurt.
"I see. Tell me, when you pinned yourself against the wall were you trying to camouflage yourself so that the animal couldn't see you?" Hector retorted grinning madly as he spoke.
Dysis narrowed her eyes and stood dusting herself off. She was not in the mood to receive such harassment, especially from the future king of Troy. "I was preparing myself for a smooth exit," she stated at last, turning on her heel to leave him alone in the stables. %%%%%%%%%%%%%
"Cassandra?" Andromache greeted her sister in law at the archway to her room. "To what do I owe this unsuspected visit?" Her face glowed radiantly and her chestnut hair flowed freely and untangled at her sides.
"May I come in, sister? There are matters of which I must discuss with you." The younger woman whose hair was a deep brown almost black and whose eyes such a pale blue that they reflected grey. Her face was beautiful nonetheless, but held such a large burden of sorrow. Her eyes had told Andromache everything and she granted her safe passage into her chambers.
Cassandra immediately headed for the center of the room where she began pacing uncontrollably, her black gown dragging across the stone slab. "What is it, Cassandra, dear, tell me. What did you see?" Andromache grasped Cassandra's hands in her own, her own eyes wondering the plains of the seer's face trying to find an ounce of information.
"Please, sister, take my warnings to heart." They knelt on the floor huddling close so no eavesdroppers could hear. "There are two women currently staying at the palace, they arrived late last night. I watched them come in."
"Tell me, are they dangerous or harmless? Why did they come, and who with?" Andromache pleaded trying to get as much information out of her sister as possible. She didn't always agree with her auguries but she was always willing to listen. She knew Cassandra had no true friends and was seldom allowed to leave the palace. It was her prison, her confine.
"They came with Mestor and Polydorus, but they are not slaves nor prostitutes. I'm not sure on the reasoning for their appearance here at the palace but we shall find out soon. The one woman is little more than sixteen and is not to be feared, she is a gentle spirit."
"And the other? What of her?" The future Queen persisted.
"Beware the one with eyes like the forest, she could bring great destruction our way even though she appears to be as peaceful as the stream." Cassandra's hands gripped onto Andromache's for dear life, "promise me you'll send her away, promise me she'll leave. I've seen the destruction that will come and she has a key part in it. Send her away Andromache, send her away!"
"Where is she now? Do you know?" Andromache looked deep into the younger woman's eyes, baring all her fear and concern.
"The stables."
Her eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly, "Hector," she muttered and took off out the door leaving Cassandra all alone in her chambers.
"It has begun Dysis, daughter of Darrius, auger of Greek heritage." Cassandra scrutinized as she pictured the look on the innocent woman's face when she was thrown out.
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"Listen, I know you saw me last night talking with Helen." Hector perused the conversation.
"Yeah, if that's what you call sleeping around, sure." Dysis responded her eyes filled with skepticism.
"I Was Not," he had started to shout but stopped, if anyone over heard it could reflect badly. "I was not sleeping around, I had to talk to Helen. She was going to leave and offer herself back into the arms of Menelaus."
"Good! That wench needs to return to him, I actually think their quite perfect for each other. I mean she starts a war and he kills Trojans to get her back! Send her back, by all means!" She screamed out her remarks not caring who heard just so long as she got her point across.
"You'd send her back? Well let me ask you this your highness, Agamemnon doesn't care about Helen he wants Troy; will you force suffrage onto my brother so that the war you wage now can still be waged tomorrow?"
"Then kill her yourself! That slag will destroy everything I have created in my lifetime! She will destroy your city, Hector, you watch and see! One day she might be the death of you!" Dysis flew around her mind racing and her emotions in an upheaval of stress. What was she saying and why was she screaming at the Prince, had she no manners? She took off running, she didn't care whereto just so long as she was away. Perhaps the garden, it was always peaceful, how could she say that if she had only been there a day?
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Hector struggled to calm his nerves, she had managed to bring out the worst in him surprisingly. Such a small classy woman could sheath such a horribly fierce bite. He knew of only two things in this world that could ever have been the butt of his anger; war and Paris, but she managed to push it to three. She seemed to be so selfish when she spoke of Helen, how she will destroy all that Dysis had created. She only thought of herself in those statements, but she also seemed to be defensive at the thought of being weak. Perhaps that is her weakness? Being weak could be a weakness, not a very strong one, but suitable all the same. Hector gave up thinking about it and decided his wife and baby Anstynax were a better subject to study on.
Hector knew his son would grow into his position someday, he would be a strong king and rule fairly and equally, this he knew. But he was uncertain of his presence at those times, this war is the greatest war that the war has seen, many will die, there's a chance he will too. Hector didn't like to think about it, and he knew Andromache would sooner bury herself than her those words escape his mouth, but it was a possibility.
As Hector scrolled through his thoughts and memories something his father told him once popped into his mind; he said: "Son, I know you fear death now but eventually you will understand that war is always surrounding us, we are always fighting for our lives. But truly, only the casualties of the battles waged in war see the end of the war." His father was right, and he understood now but so few others did.
"Hector? What are you doing out here? And by yourself?" Andromache stepped under the shaded stables peering down at her husband questionably. But it was no matter to him, as soon as he saw her his face lit up again, he loved her so intensely. She knelt in front of him, "come inside, your father wishes to speak with you and I wish for you to hold your son before you go into another one of those war meetings." He hadn't even gotten a chance to answer the first batch of questions and she was already speaking her mind. That's how it was with Andromache, if she said or asked something that she didn't care to hear a response to she'd continue as though she had said nothing.
"You have the strangest requests I ever heard of," he spoke sarcastically as he embraced his wife receiving a passionate kiss from her.
"It's just when you go in there I want you to have your mind on your country not just the fact of winning. Don't drag your people through the mud just so that your army can beat the Greeks." Andromache was his sanctuary, she kept his mind steady and focused on the things he needed to think about and nothing more, he was thankful for her.
"Yes, my lady." She bit her lip at his carefree smile, she knew that deep inside he was nothing more than an overgrown boy screaming, "I'm the king, I'm the king!" But he never let that show in council or anywhere in public. Hector had an odd way of keeping himself cool and collected and so focused on the situation at hand.
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Dysis entered the garden her fingers tracing over the numerous pedals of the magnificent plants. "Hello Dysis," a woman's voice called out to her. The disturbed woman spun around coming face to face with Cassandra.
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AN: Sorry about the whole evil Cassandra thing, I'm just not a really big fan of hers and later on she becomes a little vicious towards our main character. Also the little conversation between Cassandra and Andromache shows a little bit of a friendly relationship, for those of you who don't like that idea don't worry it doesn't last too long. And, on a last note, did anyone catch the Greek Heritage thing? I hope you did... anyway thanks for reading and please, pretty pretty please leave a review! Thank you!
AN2: I changed around the conversations a little bit because they were a little confusing, plus I didn't want to portray any feelings between Hector and Dysis. I'm warning you now; they will only be friends, as in a brother- sister relationship. Okay, that's it. Thank you! Please review!
This Life
Disclaimer: I don't own Troy or Homer's poem.
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: Sorry it took so long for me to update! Please forgive me, and here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
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Her body rolled over on top of his, their heated kissing combining them together in passionate love. She moved her soft fingers across his stubbly cheeks below the lace of the decorative mask he wore and into his locks of untamed hair. They rolled again, herself now on the bottom, she lifted the black mask from his face; their fiery love halted as she dropped away from him. Her body was falling through the bed linens and ending up on the streets, fully clothed in her normal apparel.
She had the sudden urge to run, this time in a sober stance fully conscious of her whereabouts. Dysis headed for the wall not caring for anything other then the excitement on the other side. She ran, her feet never faltering to retrace the steps she traveled virtually everyday. As she ran she heard an unidentifiable voice call out to her, "Dysis! Dysis stop! This is foolish!"
Her body forced itself to continue as she ran through the small hole tripping out into the sand and then taking off again. Her hair was thick and swinging loosely at her sides caked in sand and sweat. Her heart ached, oh how it pounded; what was wrong with me? She flew around the side of the wall coming to a sudden halt as she scanned the scene. This time she could actually see two men fighting instead of just hearing it.
With a hurried shove her weak aching body flew to the ground, she wrestled with the weight forced on her, screaming and shouting inaudible words and names. Future memories flooded into her head as she screamed out one name, a name she could not hear herself. Everything went by in a flash; the dancing girls, the passionate love making, a woman choking her, her fall to the ground, a bloody beaten body being dragged by a chariot, and finally all was black.
Dysis flew up from her makeshift bed panting heavily nearly collapsing over in pain. She actually felt the pain, her blood rushed as if she had truly been running and her heart ached. It was someone close to her, someone, some man would die and she could feel the pain. This had to be true, the Gods' were warning her.
The young woman pulled herself up leaning her body's weight on the balcony railing. This wasn't just a dream and she knew it. She peered out at the breaking dawn; this morning was like no morning she had lived before. Dysis had a new realization of her existence and she could never turn back now.
Her hair was a tangled mess that she truly didn't want to deal with at the moment so instead she grabbed a comb and fastened it to her scalp holding the monstrosity in place. Kalare; sweet adorable Kalare, she would never know the devastation of this war. Dysis knew that her sister would live in her perfect paradise never allowing the sorrow to seep into her mind no matter how hard it pushed. Not truly an optimist but most definitely not a pessimist, Kalare had taught herself to ignore everything that she did not want to hear. What a way to live, eh?
Dysis yanked her cloak from the balcony floor where she had spent the night prior gazing up at the stars until she fell into a light airy sleep. This life had amazed her, for the lot of her twenty-two years nothing extremely exciting had occurred to her, now within a rush of two days her whole life has been turned upside down and her emotions are a wreck.
The young woman slowly creaked open the door allowing her sister to rest in peace as she exited. Dysis knew she needed to get some fresh air and clear her mind, she was placing way too much unneeded stress on her shoulders, and it was an unhealthy habit of hers. She waltzed aimlessly out to the garden not paying attention to where her feet were taking her, though she really had no care as long as she got out in the morning light, maybe she'd catch a glimpse of Apollo himself, riding across the dawn creating the breathtaking sunrise she loved so dearly.
The walking dreamer headed out of the garden carelessly and over to the stables. She had grown to love horses for their stamina and ability to put up a fair fight. She would ride her horse all the time when she was younger, well atleast up until a year ago when her father promised Nox, her black stallion; to Phillander in hopes he would accept Dysis as a bride. How she missed Nox, she remembered ridding her day and night never giving up the chance to race with her brother through the plains on the outside of Troy. Her home, Troy was her home and it was waging a war she knew it could not stand.
She shook the thought from her mind as she entered into the stable, her green gown dragging across the dirt as she gazed into the stables filled with gigantic beasts. "How lovely," she expressed aloud, "and you must be Andreas." Her green eyes fell upon the magnificent creature. She leaned in petting his white speckled nose; he patted against her as she ran her fingers through his mane. "Prince Hector must take very good care of you for you to appear this handsome. Yes he must."
"I make sure to tend to him everyday, he is definitely an attention seeker." Hector's voice announced from the other end of the stables, startling Dysis.
She backed up from the horse lacing her fingers together in an embarrassed state. "I'm sorry my lord, I didn't mean to intrude on you."
"No, no. It's quite all right; don't fret about it. I could use some company this morning." He sat down on a hay bale making himself comfortable. No doubt he was debating the events of the war and the likelihood of Greek attacks. Dysis wondered if that was all he ever thought about, surely it wasn't, was it?
"Do you mind?" She picked up a brush and gestured to Andreas.
"No, by all means go ahead," he hadn't even gotten the chance to warn her about his temper and she was already in his stall. "But be careful he gets flustered some times and does things unexpectedly."
"Look, Prince, you may be the famed horse tamer but I think I can handle myself. I know when animals sense-." She dropped the brush on Andreas' hoof and when the wood made contact with the bone hoof a scrapping sound erupted. The horse jumped and screeched causing Dysis to scream in terror. The horse moved around more in this unsteady situation due to the fear surrounding Dysis.
Dysis pressed herself against the stable digging her nails into the wood, she could feel an arm wrap around her waist and coax her to the stable door before pulling her out. Her eyes were wide in shock as she collapsed to her knees; what just happened? Her breathing still deep she turned her head to face the stable.
"See what I mean, very temperamental." Hector stated trying his best to calm his breathing. "You surprise me, daughter of Darrius, you have the wit and cunningness of a fox yet you are too blind to see the obvious." Dysis starred at him with a perplexed look, "The horse."
"I could've handled myself!" She boasted aloud not wanting to admit defeat. It was her security blanket and it protected her from being hurt.
"I see. Tell me, when you pinned yourself against the wall were you trying to camouflage yourself so that the animal couldn't see you?" Hector retorted grinning madly as he spoke.
Dysis narrowed her eyes and stood dusting herself off. She was not in the mood to receive such harassment, especially from the future king of Troy. "I was preparing myself for a smooth exit," she stated at last, turning on her heel to leave him alone in the stables. %%%%%%%%%%%%%
"Cassandra?" Andromache greeted her sister in law at the archway to her room. "To what do I owe this unsuspected visit?" Her face glowed radiantly and her chestnut hair flowed freely and untangled at her sides.
"May I come in, sister? There are matters of which I must discuss with you." The younger woman whose hair was a deep brown almost black and whose eyes such a pale blue that they reflected grey. Her face was beautiful nonetheless, but held such a large burden of sorrow. Her eyes had told Andromache everything and she granted her safe passage into her chambers.
Cassandra immediately headed for the center of the room where she began pacing uncontrollably, her black gown dragging across the stone slab. "What is it, Cassandra, dear, tell me. What did you see?" Andromache grasped Cassandra's hands in her own, her own eyes wondering the plains of the seer's face trying to find an ounce of information.
"Please, sister, take my warnings to heart." They knelt on the floor huddling close so no eavesdroppers could hear. "There are two women currently staying at the palace, they arrived late last night. I watched them come in."
"Tell me, are they dangerous or harmless? Why did they come, and who with?" Andromache pleaded trying to get as much information out of her sister as possible. She didn't always agree with her auguries but she was always willing to listen. She knew Cassandra had no true friends and was seldom allowed to leave the palace. It was her prison, her confine.
"They came with Mestor and Polydorus, but they are not slaves nor prostitutes. I'm not sure on the reasoning for their appearance here at the palace but we shall find out soon. The one woman is little more than sixteen and is not to be feared, she is a gentle spirit."
"And the other? What of her?" The future Queen persisted.
"Beware the one with eyes like the forest, she could bring great destruction our way even though she appears to be as peaceful as the stream." Cassandra's hands gripped onto Andromache's for dear life, "promise me you'll send her away, promise me she'll leave. I've seen the destruction that will come and she has a key part in it. Send her away Andromache, send her away!"
"Where is she now? Do you know?" Andromache looked deep into the younger woman's eyes, baring all her fear and concern.
"The stables."
Her eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly, "Hector," she muttered and took off out the door leaving Cassandra all alone in her chambers.
"It has begun Dysis, daughter of Darrius, auger of Greek heritage." Cassandra scrutinized as she pictured the look on the innocent woman's face when she was thrown out.
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"Listen, I know you saw me last night talking with Helen." Hector perused the conversation.
"Yeah, if that's what you call sleeping around, sure." Dysis responded her eyes filled with skepticism.
"I Was Not," he had started to shout but stopped, if anyone over heard it could reflect badly. "I was not sleeping around, I had to talk to Helen. She was going to leave and offer herself back into the arms of Menelaus."
"Good! That wench needs to return to him, I actually think their quite perfect for each other. I mean she starts a war and he kills Trojans to get her back! Send her back, by all means!" She screamed out her remarks not caring who heard just so long as she got her point across.
"You'd send her back? Well let me ask you this your highness, Agamemnon doesn't care about Helen he wants Troy; will you force suffrage onto my brother so that the war you wage now can still be waged tomorrow?"
"Then kill her yourself! That slag will destroy everything I have created in my lifetime! She will destroy your city, Hector, you watch and see! One day she might be the death of you!" Dysis flew around her mind racing and her emotions in an upheaval of stress. What was she saying and why was she screaming at the Prince, had she no manners? She took off running, she didn't care whereto just so long as she was away. Perhaps the garden, it was always peaceful, how could she say that if she had only been there a day?
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Hector struggled to calm his nerves, she had managed to bring out the worst in him surprisingly. Such a small classy woman could sheath such a horribly fierce bite. He knew of only two things in this world that could ever have been the butt of his anger; war and Paris, but she managed to push it to three. She seemed to be so selfish when she spoke of Helen, how she will destroy all that Dysis had created. She only thought of herself in those statements, but she also seemed to be defensive at the thought of being weak. Perhaps that is her weakness? Being weak could be a weakness, not a very strong one, but suitable all the same. Hector gave up thinking about it and decided his wife and baby Anstynax were a better subject to study on.
Hector knew his son would grow into his position someday, he would be a strong king and rule fairly and equally, this he knew. But he was uncertain of his presence at those times, this war is the greatest war that the war has seen, many will die, there's a chance he will too. Hector didn't like to think about it, and he knew Andromache would sooner bury herself than her those words escape his mouth, but it was a possibility.
As Hector scrolled through his thoughts and memories something his father told him once popped into his mind; he said: "Son, I know you fear death now but eventually you will understand that war is always surrounding us, we are always fighting for our lives. But truly, only the casualties of the battles waged in war see the end of the war." His father was right, and he understood now but so few others did.
"Hector? What are you doing out here? And by yourself?" Andromache stepped under the shaded stables peering down at her husband questionably. But it was no matter to him, as soon as he saw her his face lit up again, he loved her so intensely. She knelt in front of him, "come inside, your father wishes to speak with you and I wish for you to hold your son before you go into another one of those war meetings." He hadn't even gotten a chance to answer the first batch of questions and she was already speaking her mind. That's how it was with Andromache, if she said or asked something that she didn't care to hear a response to she'd continue as though she had said nothing.
"You have the strangest requests I ever heard of," he spoke sarcastically as he embraced his wife receiving a passionate kiss from her.
"It's just when you go in there I want you to have your mind on your country not just the fact of winning. Don't drag your people through the mud just so that your army can beat the Greeks." Andromache was his sanctuary, she kept his mind steady and focused on the things he needed to think about and nothing more, he was thankful for her.
"Yes, my lady." She bit her lip at his carefree smile, she knew that deep inside he was nothing more than an overgrown boy screaming, "I'm the king, I'm the king!" But he never let that show in council or anywhere in public. Hector had an odd way of keeping himself cool and collected and so focused on the situation at hand.
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Dysis entered the garden her fingers tracing over the numerous pedals of the magnificent plants. "Hello Dysis," a woman's voice called out to her. The disturbed woman spun around coming face to face with Cassandra.
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AN: Sorry about the whole evil Cassandra thing, I'm just not a really big fan of hers and later on she becomes a little vicious towards our main character. Also the little conversation between Cassandra and Andromache shows a little bit of a friendly relationship, for those of you who don't like that idea don't worry it doesn't last too long. And, on a last note, did anyone catch the Greek Heritage thing? I hope you did... anyway thanks for reading and please, pretty pretty please leave a review! Thank you!
AN2: I changed around the conversations a little bit because they were a little confusing, plus I didn't want to portray any feelings between Hector and Dysis. I'm warning you now; they will only be friends, as in a brother- sister relationship. Okay, that's it. Thank you! Please review!