The Experience of a Lifetime
Disclaimer: I do not own Troy or any of its characters, no matter how hot they are!! sniffle
A/N: This is my first attempt of writing a fic about Troy, in which I must remember off the top of my head due to it not being out in stores yet. I have written previous stories and am not a beginner in writing so please don't expect bad work. This story is rated R for sexual content and rape, not to mention violence and surprisingly I will NOT put strong language in this story. I enjoy writing in full detail and I hope you enjoy reading it, so on with the story. Enjoy!
Chapter One
A Long Night
Apollo glowed brightly from his dangerous heights and allowed his rays to shine upon the Trojan lands. This glorious morning was much brighter and fairer than the one before, signaling a joyful day. All of the Trojan people looked upon Apollo for guidance and aid in their every day lives and therefore worshipped him, The Sun God. He kept the lands bright and warm and his people's hearts filled with hope and joy. A very kind God. Though, if his laws broken and himself insulted there would be no light of enchantment. No aid in the days to come and no kindness to swarm the Trojan people. All would be dark and gloomy and in this thought, no one dared to think unwisely of their god. The perfect creature.
It is said that once, Apollo The Sun God, had been insulted by a very strong force. A force so great that even he himself could do nothing to stop it. Though he had acted on one antic that would ensure the safety of the Trojan people, it had not worked. Fire blazed in the dark night sky, scarring the stars innocent eyes with blood and fury of the people it shone upon. No more would the stars shine so brightly to light the dark paths below. At least the paths in the lands of Troy, for it no longer stood tall and dignified once the fires had vanished. It was said that a great God whom lived on the earthen lands had done this. Or maybe half God, half mortal. The myth of this superb warrior still lives today, though not as strong and accurate as before. The name given to his greatness is whispered in the darkness, shown to unseeing eyes, and echoed in the deepest parts of your mind. It sends shivers down your spine and makes your heart beat faster, and faster than ever before. Only one person had ever been able to do this to so great a force, such a superior being. Achilles.
"Lena! Come Lena, you must take your bath before entering the halls of your father." A middle-aged nurse scurried about in a large room decorated with bare walls of smooth stone and silken cloths. A finely carved wooden desk and dresser leant against the thick walls and the nurse hurriedly tore through them, searching for the perfect dress and accessories for the young child.
"Just a minute Lalaine. I am finishing up the final touches to my masterpiece." A young girl answered from behind the nurse. She was sitting upon a large bed fitted with thick silken sheets and fluffy pillows. Laced cloth hung from the ceiling and surrounded the bed, making it appear comfortable and welcoming. Lena's one hand carefully handled a thin riffler and she scraped the side of the granite object in her other hand. It was the size of a sand dollar and shaped into a sun with wild rays around the thick circle and three words were engraved in the middle. My Beloved Father. Lena smiled upon the flat, round object in her hand and placed the riffler on the table beside her bed.
"Done! It looks marvelous, doesn't it Lalaine?" Lena turned to the nurse and showed her the round stone. Lalaine sighed and smiled at the stone and the effort in which Lena put into it to make such a beautiful creation. It really was beautiful.
"Wow Lena, that looks magnificent. You are a skilled artist."
"Thank you. I hope my father likes it. I have been working on this for fourteen days and the time has finally come to give it to him. A special gift for his birthday." The nurse smiled and grabbed a course piece of string from Lena's desk and looped it through the hole that Lena had made in the stone.
"Yes, I am sure he will love it. You have put much effort and love into this creation and I am proud of what it has now become because of you."
"Thank you Lalaine."
"You are welcome child. Now come, you must wash up before the big celebration." Lena nodded and placed the necklace on her table next to the riffler and followed the nurse into the washing room.
Joyous laughs and loud chattering echoed throughout the vast room as people all around held interesting conversations and humorous jokes. It was a big celebration in honor of the king of Troy and his upcoming birthday. Music flowed through the great room and touched people's ears and the invited guests twirled about as they danced in the night. The stars glowed brightly in the dark sky and beamed down at the merry people below them. It was only a matter of time before the moon would rise and take its place in the highest point of the sky. Indeed, a glorious night.
Suddenly, a man dressed in dark green robes banged against a large drum three times and the room fell into silence. Next, towards the entrance of the building, another set of wooden doors creaked open and four guards appeared through them followed by an elderly man clad in crème. King Priam. Upon seeing the king everyone dropped down to one knee and bowed their head in respect. His bushy brows rose as he looked upon the many people in the room and a wide grin formed on his lips. His hair was light gray, almost white, and a golden crown lay atop his head and a granite necklace hung about his neck with the words My Beloved Father engraved in the middle. He walked in a fashionable manner, always keeping his eyes ahead of him and sometimes glancing at the people around him. They kept moving further into the room and therefore three other people, two boys and one young girl had also entered the room followed by four more guards. The two boys were tall and attired in red and gold and the other purple and blue. One had a head full of chocolate curls while the other had long dark locks that fell to his shoulders. Their eyes were of dark pools and fire burned in them both. The fierceness that surrounded these two young men was great and could only prove that they were both to be great warriors. Protectors of Troy.
The young girl on the other hand was the exact opposite of these two fine men. She was small and slender and the shiny silver band around her head complimented the dark chocolate tresses that flowed to her mid back. Her pale orbs were the color of the bright sky and the smile that graced her lips was big and plentiful. She wore a silver gown that fell to her ankles and swept the floor as she stepped into line with the two men in front of her. Suddenly, a troubled look rose to her face as she gazed upon the crowd of people and saw a nicely clad man staring at her with his head held high. But as soon as he caught her vision, he lowered his head and her look vanished just as quickly as it appeared. It was nothing, she thought. Just someone admiring her.
Soon they had all made it to the back of the room where four golden chairs stood tall atop many stairs, overlooking the room full of guests. The four guards in front stood on either side of the four chairs and watched as the king stepped forth and stood in front of his chair and turned around to face his guests. The other four guards stood around the two boys and one girl at the base of the stairs and looked up at the king with awaiting eyes. The king raised his arms and immediately all of the guests rose and stared at the king.
"I thank you all for coming tonight. As you already know, this day is the day of my birth and you have all been invited to share this occasion with me and my children," he stated as he gestured to the three younger people who had followed him into the room. "May you all eat well and drink your fill and have a merry time!" The crowd cheered and applauded their king as he took his seat and motioned for his children to come forth. They did so and bowed their heads at him before seating themselves beside him.
"Thank you Paris," the young girl commented at her brother as he helped her into her seat.
"You are welcome Lena." He smiled and nodded before taking a seat on the opposite side of their father and next to their other brother. (So from left to right it is Paris, Hector, Priam, Lena) Lena looked about the room and watched as the people below her ate and drank and shared random conversations. She was actually shocked at how many people lacked the use of table manners. It was disgusting to watch some of them eat while some others had the decency to actually chew with their mouths closed and use napkins to clean their faces. At least there were some good people in this kingdom.
As she looked about, she felt someone squeeze her hand and she glanced over at her father's smiling features. She smiled in return and held his hand as his warmth circulated around her.
"You look very beautiful Lena. The fairest I've seen in ages." Lena smiled and kissed her father on his cheek.
"Thank you father. I am glad that you look upon me so brilliantly. You look charming yourself." He chuckled and shook his head.
"Thank you my dear, but I am growing old and my young looks are diminishing. It will not be long until I have none to hold onto."
"Nonsense, you will always look handsome and young. That and you will always have the strength needed to hold onto something that you love." Priam smiled and brought his hand to rest upon his daughter's shoulder.
"Hector has been teaching you well I see. I remember him speaking of those same exact words." The king smiled and glanced at Hector and found him to be looking at him already. Lena smiled and nodded. Her oldest brother, Hector, had been giving her the education she has needed for the past six years. He had taught her plenty of useful information, including languages, history, poetry, writing, astrology, and mathematics. Her nurse, Lalaine has been teaching her more of the feminine things though, like sewing, weaving, washing, and cooking. Though she was of royalty, she thought it was useful to know these things in case something unexpected would happen.
"Yes father, she has been eager to learn about everything I know. Her learning capabilities are astounding as well. With given time, I am sure her educating time will end in a year or so," Hector remarked and Lena smiled proudly. Their father nodded and smiled as he glanced at them both and he chuckled at their amused looks.
"Well, that is very good to hear. Now tell me, how is young Paris doing with his fighting skills? Have you improved son?" Lena turned her head as the three men began to talk about fighting and weapons and she shifted her attention to the plates of food before her. On her platter, was roasted chicken with delicious corn and fresh vegetables. She hadn't even remembered her servants bringing it to her. She shrugged and picked up her fork and began eating. After a little bit of time, they drank to her father's health and everyone cheered and delighted themselves in more conversation.
After a while of sitting and eating, people began making their way to the dance floor and dancing in couples to soothing music. Lena watched as a particular couple had caught her eye, a young man and a young woman dancing to this rather fast beat. They were very good and Lena applauded them as well as everyone else when they were finished. Paris had caught Lena's interested eyes upon the dancing couple and a smile formed on his lips as he rose from his seat and stepped over to Lena.
"Would you like to dance My Lady?" Paris asked with his hand stretched towards her and his head bowed. Lena smiled, finally able to use her new skill in dancing, thanks to her cousin Briseis. It was too bad that she and her father were away visiting some important people that her father knew instead of being here. This party was beginning to get a little boring, until now.
"Why yes I would love to." She took Paris' hand and he led her to the dance floor just as a new song was being played. They were near the middle of the floor and couples were surrounding them, already dancing. He clasped his hand with hers and wrapped his arm around her waist, Lena putting her hand on his shoulder. She was glad she had a chance to dance, even if it was with her brother. They moved to the easy flowing music and danced in circles until finally the song was over.
"Oh let's dance to another Paris! Please?" Lena cupped her hands together in hope and Paris caved and accepted her invitation. They began dancing to a new song that was playing until someone cleared their throat from beside them and interrupted them. Paris and Lena looked at the younger man next to them and he smiled while bowing his head to the prince and princess.
"Excuse me My Lord, but I was wondering if I might have the chance to cut in and have a dance with the Lady?" Paris narrowed his eyes somewhat and glanced at Lena, silently asking her for permission. Her eyes were slightly narrowed as well, as if she had seen this man before she shook the idea out of her head and smiled while nodding at Paris. Paris looked back at the man and stepped out of the way.
"Sure."
"Thank you My Lord." Paris slowly backed away, giving his sister and this gentleman the room they needed and then silently moved back and off the dance floor.
Lena watched as her brother slowly left her and this man alone and she became a little nervous. This was her first time actually dancing with another man besides her brothers or father. He was older than her, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six and his physical features were quite attractive. He had light hair that glistened in the candlelight and his eyes were dark and full of fire. His attire wasn't as nice as her brothers, but still a light brown and green outfit wasn't that bad looking. A wealthy nobleman she presumed. He would be a nice suitor if only she was into men. She wasn't yet interested in boys and marriage at the age of thirteen. She still had a few more years to worry about that problem.
As the music played, the man wrapped his arm around her waist and clasped his hand to hers. He pulled her closer quite roughly and she became a little more nervous than before. This was probably the way all men danced. Her brother's and father were just being careful since she was a beginner. Anyways, as they began dancing he brought up a conversation with her and she actually found it enjoyable to talk to him. Enjoyable, but uncomfortable.
"I am honoured to be dancing with you princess. I am glad that you accepted my gesture."
"Well, I thought it time to dance with someone else besides my brother's. You are my first dancing partner other than my family." He smiled happily.
"Then I am very honoured My Lady. It is not everyday that I dance with a woman so beautiful as you." Lena blushed as he called her a woman and beautiful and a light smile formed on her lips. It was always nice to get complimented.
"So, may I ask your name?" The man frowned and then looked at her disappointedly before shaking his head and sighing.
"I apologize for not introducing myself. It must have slipped my mind. I am Damil, son of Caralus. I am a nobleman from your father's kingdom." Lena cocked her head to the side and slightly curtseyed as best as she could while they were dancing.
"Nice to meet you Damil." He smiled down at her as he pulled her closer and rested his head atop of hers. Lena froze as he pulled her in closer, but she complied with his actions. He just startled her with his intimate gesture. It was nothing. Then suddenly she had remembered saying that earlier when she arrived at the party. Was this the same man that had stared at her so intensely? No, it couldn't have been. She pushed the thought into the deeper parts of her mind and tried to ignore it, even though it was still there.
Soon the music had stopped playing and Damil brought Lena's hand to his lips and roughly kissed it. She knew for some reason that he did that on purpose. She smiled at him as he brought her over to the other end of the dance floor and there they found Paris. He was standing alone, watching the two with intense eyes. As soon as he saw them come forth he smiled at Lena and took her hand in his and pulled her next to him. When he looked at Damil, his face became sterner and he bowed his head slightly at him.
"Enjoy your night sir." And with that, Paris led Lena away and towards Hector and their father. Though unexpected to Damil, Lena had heard a quiet comment he had made after she and her brother had left him. It made shivers run up and down her spine. She held onto Paris with a tighter grip and he looked down at her with a frown upon his face.
"I did not like him. He was too friendly for my taste." Lena shrugged and continued on with him until they reached their seats and she found Hector staring at her quite curiously, not to mention intensely. Was the staring a brotherly thing or something? She smiled at him and he lessened his gaze and smiled in return.
"Did you enjoy dancing?" Lena nodded and smiled at Hector.
"Yes, Paris is a great dancer. I am sure it is from his popularity among the women." With a smirk upon her face, she caught Paris' hardened gaze and the slight frown of his lips. Hector chuckled as well as her father and together they engaged themselves in an interesting conversation.
During the time between Lena dancing with Damil and the end of the party, Lena had danced with Hector, her father, and Paris, and a few other of the men at the party. At least more men of her age. Paris had more maidens on his tail than she could have remembered and she had specifically remembered Hector dancing with one of her good, older friends Andromache. They were so cute together and somehow she knew they liked each other. It was quite obvious to her. She smiled at the thought of it and then found herself talking to Andromache and her brothers for a little while.
A few hours later, the party began wearing down and people began paying their respects to the king before leaving. The night was growing old and the people were getting weary. Lena looked down at the almost empty room except for maybe twenty people and she found that Damil was still there. Actually he was staring at her, still. She began getting that nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach again and she glanced at her father and brothers as they were down below saying farewell to everyone. She was suppose to be down there too, but she did not feel like talking to other people at the moment. She was tired and had a slight headache. Andromache had left a little bit ago too, so she had no one to talk to for the moment. There was no reason for her to stay any longer so she rose from her seat and made her way down the stairs and towards the doors she had entered through at the beginning of the party.
She quietly walked through the dark hallways, only lit somewhat by a few candles and swiftly made her way towards her room. It was near the other side of the palace and she still had a way to go. As she rounded a corner, she felt a cool breeze blow from behind her and she halted and froze. There were no open windows where she was now and the breeze couldn't have been from the windows all the way down the hall. She gulped and hurried down the path, almost in a slight jog. She quickened her pace as she swore she heard another set of footsteps behind her and she was practically sprinting down the hall in heels. That was until she felt something cold grab her arm and pull her towards the opposite direction she was heading in. She fell to the ground and felt the pressure of a heavy frame on top of her. A shrill scream emitted from her throat and echoed throughout the halls but no answer came. No one was around except for her and this dark creature.
She felt hands, or something of the sort running up and down her sides and her legs and the harsh breathing of the creature on top of her blew into her ear. It had to have been a man. It sounded too much like one of her own kind and the feel of his body did seem a little familiar. He forced her arms against the ground above her head and stopped her screams with a rough kiss. She didn't know what this man wanted from her, though she had an idea that he wanted to touch her. He seemed to enjoy touching her, even on her most private parts. She was so uncomfortable and vulnerable at the moment that she had stopped fighting back. He was too strong and her antics at getting away were useless. What was he doing to her? Then she felt him free one of his hands from her wrists and then held both of her wrists with one hand. What was he doing now? She heard a few noises and then felt something lay atop of her belly. What was that? She moved around frantically, totally clueless and frightened of everything happening. Her head began swarming and her body was burning up. She didn't even know what this man was doing to her now. She felt her dress lift up and her undergarments slip away. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping to find some sort of help, but none came. Her palace was totally deserted except for where the party was. Everyone was still there.
Just as she was about to try and kick herself free, she felt an unimaginable pain in her nether regions and she screamed in agony as she felt a pounding object or thing inside of her. What was it? What was this man doing? What was going on? She could feel a warm liquid roll down her inner thighs and she had no idea what it was or what it meant. Everything around her became dark and she could only listen to the man's strained breathing from above her. Then suddenly she heard his voice. He was speaking to her.
"A good night indeed princess."
A/N: That was chapter one! It was a bit detailed, but that's the way I like to write. This will probably be the most sexual part of the story until way later chapters. wink wink Oh and by the way, if I had any false information or anything, please contact me at jerzishore14aol.com or send it in a review. Hope you all liked it!
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