OMG!!!! It's been sooooo long since I've written. I AM TRULY SORRY!!! But, hey, I've got a life to live, okay??? Okay. So, back to business. :-)
Disclaimer: I do not own Troy (man, I wish I did). The quote is from The Matrix (awesome movie).
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Language Note: Okay, this is where Briseis leaves (Achilles' POV). Then, it's Andromache. And then Paris. No Helen. THIS IS NOT THE END YET, FOLKS. There we go. Firien has spoken. Hear my roar. Hehe. But the next chapter will be, inevitably, the end. And I know that the title is kinda long (truthfully, I could not decide which, so I decided to put both).
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A Story of Two Brothers: The Changing of the Guard
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"It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity"-Merovingian, The Matrix Revolutions
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They say that with darkness comes peace. I say that with darkness comes horrors. Waiting… when he returned (and you know of whom I speak), he was no longer a man, but the monster that Trojan mothers tell to their children.
"'-And if you misbehave, I'll send Achilles after you!'"
I have related to you earlier of how he didn't recongnize me when he looked at me. I will say it again. Warriors are passionate men, in everything that they do.
I reflect on this war, how it began. Is not the pattern of love similar to the pattern of insanity? Will not men, and women, kill for love? Will it not drive them insane? And I am not just speaking of my cousin Paris and the beautiful Helen. I speak of the love Achilles has for Patroclus. And I will not say "had", for that it untrue. It is "has", for he still loves his cousin.
I pity him. I pity both of them. I pity everyone in this god-dammed war. I hate them all, love them all, and perhaps I will one day forgive them all, even Agamemnon and Menelaus.
One day, all of us will have crossed the river, in the ferryman's boat. And then, we will all forgive both ourselves, and each other.
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We all tried to persuade him not to, but Priam wouldn't listen. He's gone mad. And I think that I will soon follow. Astyanax stopped crying a little while ago, so I have some peace and quiet. There is no peace, though. And there is no quiet. All I hear is the roar of war in my ears. I feel myself standing at the edge of an ocean, the poundng of the surf unending, in thick turrents.
Usually, I don't drink any wine, but tonight is different. I pour out the last of a bottle into a cup. Slowly, I watch the last drop fall. It sends little ripples across the surface. The red wine, so like blood. And so this war will go on, until the last drop falls, into the pools of blood and sends little ripples across the surface.
When the king returned he was not alone. Briseis! She had returned to us! That horrible man-killer had let her go. And I felt gratitude.
My eyes left her face and turned to the window. The stars sparkled, gazing down on all from the high heavens above. Hector, my love, where are you? When will we meet again? I miss him.
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This is a story of two brothers. This is a story of how one looked after the other. This is the story of how one died for the other. He should be the one alive tonight. I should have died long ago.
This is the changing of the guard. Hector is dead. Now, I will become the protector, a role I never was able to pick up. I could pretend at first, but eventually I would give up. Now, there is just me. Alone.
This shouldn't be the end of the story. And now I realize; it isn't. It won't. Not if I can help it.
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NOTE: Sorry, I guess that was kinda short. But ya know, this is winding down to the end. So, everybody, check out my other fanfic, At the Edge of an Ocean, which I will update soon (right after I write this). And be on the lookout for my new fanfic which I will posting soon, The Silence After.
And I don't know if you picked it up, but this chapter I kinda wrote while having Iraq in the back of my mind. And I don't care if you're like me and against the war, or for it, and I don't know if you're Christian or not, but when you go to sleep, please pray for everyone over there. In the end, we will all realize our mistakes, and will regret our wrong actions. And perhaps someday, we will all forgive be forgiven.
-Firien