My first Troy fic, I guess it goes with mythology too. I hate plot bunnies they always show up at the most inappropriate moments. I'm writing Complicated and this thing shows up! Anyway, this one of my stories where I add OC's to fit my needs so please bear with me. This is also historically inaccurate, maybe more so than I'd like but…Hope you guys enjoy!

Key:
"talking"
'thinking'

Pretty basic ain't it?

Disclaimer: I don't own Troy, the Illiad, and anything else that is not supposed to be mine. However, I do own Salora and anything/anyone else that is supposed to me.

Prologue:It Is Done

Seventeen years before our tale begins, the god Zeus flew overhead as a hawk overlooking the flower garden just outside Trojan walls . He watched as King Priam and his wife Queen Leto , who was named after Artemis and Apollo's mother, play with their three year old son Hector and their 6 month old son, Paris. He watched in amusement as he saw one of Artemis's forest sprites hiding in rose bush watching with glee as Hector tried to climb a tree but fail. "Ah, young Hector. Ever the adventurous one. Don't worry, son, pretty soon you'll be able to venture off beyond this garden and the palace walls and you may do as you please." Said King Priam, not bothering to hide the pride in his voice. "And maybe, if your lucky, you will find a beautiful bride."

"Priam stop putting those ideas into his head. He will stay with me for as long as possible." Queen Leto reprimanded and switched Paris to one arm and picked up Hector in the other. "Isn't that right Hector?" she smiled lovingly at her first child. "If you say so, mother." He answered smiling back. "It is what I say." Hector just grinned at her.

Zeus watched this exchange and happy that his son's city's royals were safe and happy he flew over the rest of Troy. He watched as merchants selled their goods, women buying the things they needed, and children playing on open spaces of the city. One loud scream caught his attention and he glided down and settled himself on a window pane where he saw a woman giving birth. Finally with one last scream of agony she pushed thebaby out and collapsed back onto the bed in exhaustion. The midwife nodded to the other midwife signaling to let the father into the room. The delivery midwife cleaned off the baby and wrapped it in blue softcotton blankets. She then laid the baby into the mother's arms. "She is a girl." The midwife said smiling as the mother broke out into a full out grin. Then the father came in. "Look, it's a girl." The mother said weakly but happily. "She perfect. She looks just like you." The father said lovingly. "I'm so proud of you." He said as he kissed the top of her head and then their baby's. "What would you like to name her?" she asked.

"How about Sahara?" he asked.

"I like Salora better." She said.

Her husband laughed. "Salora it is." Salora started cooing and gurgling reaching up with her chubby hands and touching her mother's face. "She is so beautiful. Thank the gods I have such good luck." Her mother said. Zeus nodded his thanks for the praise and flew off.

Later that night, at the Trojan palace a vase shattered as a maid discovered Queen Leto slumped overher spinning wheel with a dagger protruding from her back and her blood slowly pooling at her feet. At that same moment a cry of anguish rose up from the house of the newly appointed parents as the father found his wife choking on her own blood and soon the mother stopped convulsing and blood ran out of her nose and mouth. Her blackeyes open and lifeless.

Days later at the funeral pire of Queen Leto, King Priam swore to all gods and goddess known that he would take care ofhis childeren and his city. No matter what.

The father held Salora and and stared sadly st the funeral pire as her his wife's brother lit it. He then stared at his daughter. "I'll take care of you, Salora. No matter what happens, I won't leave you, ever." Baby Salora who did not know the meaning of the vow just smiled and cooed and ran herfingers over his chin.

SOMEWHERE IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE

The Fates stood, weaving the tapestries of Hector, Paris, and Salora. After having weaved all the way to their deaths, one was shorter than the rest by almost a foot. The next was almost as long as the last onebut cut off short. The tapestries were thin so that if The Fates changed their minds,it would be easy for Atropos to to cut it.

Lacheisfolded the tapestries and said in a hauntingly low voice, "It is done."

END PROLOGUE

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So what did you think? I think I did rather good. I'll have the next chapter up in about a week at the most.

For those of you who do not know, Atropos and Lacheis were two out of three of the Fates. Lacheis was known as the caster of lots. I'm guessing that means that she dealed out the life. Atropos is the one who cut the thread of life. Yes, it is a thread, not a tapestry. Tapestries just fit better. Like I said before, this was not gonna be very historically accurate.

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