After Troy
Chapter 8 – Helen's End
At the same time as Aeneas told Paris that "the future of Troy" was in his hands, several miles across the ocean, in the bedroom of the King of Kings, Helen prayed to the gods. She knelt by Agamemnon's bed, hands clasped, eyes closed. Her sister, Agamemnon's bride, Clytemnestra had had been sent from the room and the foul King sat on his bed, eating his between-women fill of grapes and wine.
Helen, as before, sat kneeling beside the bed, praying to whichever merciful god would hear her, if indeed merciful gods existed. She prayed now, for her deliverance.
"If the mighty gods of this world have any mercy," she begged, "they will send my murderer and saviour to me now. Deliver me from the clutches of this beast, take my body and purge it of sins not yet committed. He would have my body this night. But he must not have it. He must not. My love, heart, body and soul belong now and forever to Paris. If Paris, my dearest love, cannot have it then none shall."
As she knelt, pleading for this final deed to be done, it was Aphrodite who took mercy. She, of all the gods, understood love best. And he would not have one such as this woman fouled by the so-called king of kings. Thus she took one of Zeus' lightning bolts and took it upon herself to end the woman's life.
It was that fateful night when Helen, of her own free will and still bearing her dignity, pride and honour intact, became no more than a legend. Her spirit was taken from the room and released into the underworld, guarded forever after by Hades, in peace at last.
A/N: Hey, kids. I know, it's short, but I have exams so it's all that I could whip up. I should be able to write more tomorrow because I have the day off. But for the moment be satisfied that Helen is free, and Paris has no need to worry any more for his love. By the way, over the next week or so I am re-updating all my chapters with various corrections. Like the first chapter with those damned gods! But first, Everkitsune, it's only half slash, go with me on this one. But as I was saying to my dear Lucy the other day, it's 85% satisfied audience or 15% satisfied audience. So generally I write slash. Bradleigh, as always your review is soo satisfying! Thanks man. Nice to know someone respects my approach. Yana5... Haha, I just keep thinking about your fic! Oh... but the next chapter is coming out... well, you just read it! And x, oh, x. Sorry! I know, it's a whole 10 hours late! Darned brother. I blame it all on his insistence upon doing homework! Ridiculous stuff! And yes, the badge making machines, so good! And slash is coming soon! I promise. But not too much. So much to sort out! Like, how the hell do I deal with Briseis? Please help, anyone who reads this and has any idea as to how to dispose of her... Please.... Once that's done, I swear to you, slash! I swear it on Styx! (Yeh, you heard me, styx!) toodles!
At the same time as Aeneas told Paris that "the future of Troy" was in his hands, several miles across the ocean, in the bedroom of the King of Kings, Helen prayed to the gods. She knelt by Agamemnon's bed, hands clasped, eyes closed. Her sister, Agamemnon's bride, Clytemnestra had had been sent from the room and the foul King sat on his bed, eating his between-women fill of grapes and wine.
Helen, as before, sat kneeling beside the bed, praying to whichever merciful god would hear her, if indeed merciful gods existed. She prayed now, for her deliverance.
"If the mighty gods of this world have any mercy," she begged, "they will send my murderer and saviour to me now. Deliver me from the clutches of this beast, take my body and purge it of sins not yet committed. He would have my body this night. But he must not have it. He must not. My love, heart, body and soul belong now and forever to Paris. If Paris, my dearest love, cannot have it then none shall."
As she knelt, pleading for this final deed to be done, it was Aphrodite who took mercy. She, of all the gods, understood love best. And he would not have one such as this woman fouled by the so-called king of kings. Thus she took one of Zeus' lightning bolts and took it upon herself to end the woman's life.
It was that fateful night when Helen, of her own free will and still bearing her dignity, pride and honour intact, became no more than a legend. Her spirit was taken from the room and released into the underworld, guarded forever after by Hades, in peace at last.
A/N: Hey, kids. I know, it's short, but I have exams so it's all that I could whip up. I should be able to write more tomorrow because I have the day off. But for the moment be satisfied that Helen is free, and Paris has no need to worry any more for his love. By the way, over the next week or so I am re-updating all my chapters with various corrections. Like the first chapter with those damned gods! But first, Everkitsune, it's only half slash, go with me on this one. But as I was saying to my dear Lucy the other day, it's 85% satisfied audience or 15% satisfied audience. So generally I write slash. Bradleigh, as always your review is soo satisfying! Thanks man. Nice to know someone respects my approach. Yana5... Haha, I just keep thinking about your fic! Oh... but the next chapter is coming out... well, you just read it! And x, oh, x. Sorry! I know, it's a whole 10 hours late! Darned brother. I blame it all on his insistence upon doing homework! Ridiculous stuff! And yes, the badge making machines, so good! And slash is coming soon! I promise. But not too much. So much to sort out! Like, how the hell do I deal with Briseis? Please help, anyone who reads this and has any idea as to how to dispose of her... Please.... Once that's done, I swear to you, slash! I swear it on Styx! (Yeh, you heard me, styx!) toodles!