Chapter 4: The Falling of Troy

Paris began to shoot his arrows as the Greeks broke into a room. "PARIS!" He heard Briseis call. He put the arrow that he was about to shoot away and hurried off to find his cousin.

Helen hurried down the path with Hector held tightly in her arms. She looked back at where she had to leave Paris and tears fell from her eyes at the thought of never seeing him again. Andromache hurried over to her. "Helen, we have to go," Andromache urged. She grabbed Helen's hand and led the way out of the tunnels.

Once they came out of the tunnels, everyone was going to continue on when Helen stopped them. "We cannot leave yet. We have to see if our Prince of Troy will make it out," Helen called out. Everyone stopped and looked at their princess. Helen stood there with her son in her arms and waited for her Paris to come out of the tunnels alive.

Paris searched all over the burning city to find Briseis, when he finally found her, he found her in the arms of the enemy, Achilles. He thought he was kidnapping her so he began to shoot Achilles. "NO, PARIS, NO! STOP PLEASE, PARIS! STOP!" Briseis called out over and over. However, Paris ignored her cries and kept shooting him. Achilles finally fell and Paris walked down the stairs to get Briseis when he saw that he made a dreadful mistake, he had killed the man that his cousin loved from the looks of it.

"Briseis, we have to leave," he urged.

He watched as Achilles placed something into her hand before sending her off to Paris. "Take care of her, Prince of Troy," he murmured. Paris nodded before running up the stairs while holding onto her hand.

When they came into the tunnels, Briseis yanked her hand from Paris and smacked him as hard as she could. "I told you not to kill him. I begged you not to kill him. You didn't listen to me. You had to kill Achilles, the man I have ever loved," she hissed.

"Briseis, listen, I didn't know that you loved him. I thought he was going to hurt you," he insisted.

Briseis didn't answer him; she just kept on walking towards the end of the tunnel.

"Helen, we have to leave," Andromache insisted.

"No," Helen mumbled.

Just then, Briseis came out of the tunnel with tears on her face and Paris came out behind her. Helen hurried over to him and threw her arms around his neck. Briseis watched as Paris and Helen laughed at the joy of being reunited again. Paris spun her around once she entered his arms. A maiden came forward with Hector in her arms. Paris let Helen go and took their son into his arms. Andromache walked over and Paris hugged her as well. Helen then saw that Priam wasn't with them. "Where is Priam?" She asked. Briseis lowered her head even more and Paris' smile faded.

"When I was searching for Briseis, I came into the temple. Agamemnon killed my father, he stabbed him," Paris explained.

"Are you sure it was Agamemnon?" Andromache asked.

"Yes, from the soldiers that were dying told me who killed him."

Helen couldn't believe of the words that she was hearing her husband was now an only child and an orphan all in a few months. The only family he had left was Hector, Helen, Briseis, Attis, and Andromache. Everyone else he ever loved was dead. Then they went off to their new home hoping that the king would let them stay.

When they came to the city, the people greeted them with pity for them. When they came to the king, Paris bowed deeply to him. "Milord, I am Prince Paris, son of King Priam. This is my wife, Princess Helen, our son, Prince Hector, my brother's widow, Andromache, her son, Attis, and my cousin Briseis. We have come here in this time for need. We have come to seek a home since our beloved city, Troy, was destroyed by the Greeks. Please, milord, let us seek shelter in your city," Paris explained. King Basil stepped forward and Paris went down on one knee before the King. He placed a hand on the prince's shoulder and watched as Helen went with her husband with her head lowered and Hector in her arms.

King Basil had chin-length sandy-blonde hair, green eyes, he wore golden colored sandals, dark blue robes, and upon his head was a circlet with a single sapphire in the middle.

"Welcome to Lampsacus, Prince Paris, Princess Helen," he greeted.

Paris stood up and thanked him. "Your people will have homes to stay, clothes to wear, and food to eat. As for you and your family, you shall stay in my kingdom as my guests," he assured.

"Thank you," Paris repeated.

Basil smiled at Helen to see her holding the boy. "Please, come in," he insisted. While his people were being taken care of, Paris and his family walked into King Basil's kingdom.

Paris then bowed to King Basil's son and daughter, Prince Calisto and Princess Calista. He also bowed to King Basil's wife, Queen Dorinda.

Calisto had chin-length sandy-blonde hair, blue eyes, he wore brown sandals, green colored robes, and upon his head was a circlet with an emerald in the middle.

Calista had waist length golden blonde hair, green eyes, she wore golden colored sandals, a pale blue dress, and on her head was circlet with a ruby.

Dorinda had waist-length blonde hair, blue eyes, she wore brown sandals, a pale purple dress, and on her head was a circlet with a diamond.

Calisto stood up at the sight of them. "Father, what is the meaning of this?" He demanded.

"Relax, my son, Prince Paris, son of King Priam, has brought his family and the people that survived the attack on Troy. They came here for shelter and I have granted them permission," Basil replied.

"But, father..." Basil interrupted him.

"Calisto, I am the king and I am allowing these people to stay because I have that authority."

Calisto sat down then a maiden stepped forward. "Damara, please show our guests to their rooms," Basil commanded. Damara bowed and led them upstairs. Calisto watched as Helen left the room with her husband.

"A beautiful woman, who is that, father?" Calisto asked.

"That is Princess Helen of Troy, wife, of Prince Paris of Troy," Basil replied.

"How is it that every beautiful woman I see is married?" Calisto asked.

Basil looked at his son and saw the longing for Helen of Troy in his eyes. "You leave that woman alone. As you can see, she is married and has a child," Dorinda snapped.

When Helen and Paris entered their room, a cradle was brought into the room immediately for the boy. Helen smiled and placed Hector into the cradle. Paris wrapped his arms around her waist as they admired their son. "Paris, I am afraid here," she murmured.

"Helen, we've only been here for thirty minutes," he recounted.

"I know that, the king, queen, and princess are so kind. It's their son that bothers me," she whispered.

"Why does he bother you, my love?" He asked.

"The way he stared at me."

Paris turned her around and looked into her eyes. "Helen, if he even tries to touch you, he'll be punished," he assured. He hugged her tight and sighed.

AN: End of chapter 4. I hope you're enjoying this so far.