CHAPTER ONE- A Fire in the Heart
"Look, Hector. What is it?" A young Paris, aged five, glanced at his older brother for the answer. He had discovered fire that morning, but to his little eyes it seemed like magic, the flames turning everything in its path into ash. There had been a fire, an accident of some sort created by the troublemakers of Troy. Men were now hard at work throwing buckets of water, calming the fire and eventually putting it out.
Hector grinned sheepishly; was it right to teach his brother these things? He was so young, yet he had an incredible love of fire.
"You see, little brother, it is fire," he replied, while Paris looked on in amazement. The scarlet flames were completely gone now, the flames that left behind traces of ash, its forbidden beauty hurtful and burning to the touch, the weapon of man.
"Come on, Paris. Let's go home." Hector turned to go. Little did he know that Paris had his own ember building up inside of him starting from that very day. It would soon lead to something more than a simple interest, but a deep, unimaginable passion.
