The Young One,
and the Old One
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Troy or any of the characters. Please don't sue.
Summary: Set during Troy. Paris decides to keep fighting Menelaus instead of quitting. What happens? Non-slash.
Author's Notes: This is my first Troy fic. Please be nice with reviews and constructive critism. I love Greek mythology and I love the movie but if I make a mistake please let me know.
Chapter One
"Get up," Menelaus taunted.
Paris struggled to stand, his injured leg protesting against his weight as he ungracefully got on his feet. His sword was a short distance from him. He limped over and picked it up, turning back to his foe. He could hear laughing and he knew it was Agamemnon, Menelaus's greedy brother. His vision was slightly blurred, but nevertheless he raised his sword and shield.
Menelaus grinned. "Still fighting, prince? I thought you would go crawling back to your brother."
Paris glanced behind him and saw his brother, Hector, looking at him with concern and fear in his eyes. He was trying to tell Paris, without speaking, to stop fighting. He didn't want his younger brother to die.
Paris looked back at Menelaus and wiped off some of the blood on his face with his arm. "I will not be intimidated by a man who couldn't keep his wife."
The grin was replaced by a frown and a growl. Menelaus charged at Paris with the intent to kill. Paris dodged and the sword struck his shield. He stumbled from the weight of the attack but stayed on his feet. He took a stab at Menelaus, who brought up his sword to block him. After a moment of intense sword fighting, the tip of Paris's sword ran along Menelaus's right arm leaving a long gash. Menelaus stepped back, inspecting his arm. He shrugged it off and ran at Paris, who ducked the sword now aimed for his neck. But Menelaus swung again and cut Paris's face. Blood ran down his cheek and he could taste blood in his mouth. He spat it out.
Menelaus struck his shield hard, and he stumbled again. Menelaus was forcing Paris down, bringing his full weight on the shield, trying to crush Paris, who was stuck underneath.
Paris's shield arm was straining and his vision was still blurry. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on...
And then he saw his chance. He saw what Menelaus, blinded by fury, didn't see. Literally. Menelaus could not see Paris because of the shield which he was almost lying on, trying to force Paris to fall on the ground. So when Paris brought his sword up and buried it in his oppponent's stomach, it was quite unexpected.
At once Menelaus stopped pressing down and made a slight choking noise. He stood back from Paris and everyone saw the sword embedded in him. He gave Paris one last look of fury before falling to the sandy ground, dead. Helen and King Priam both sighed in relief. Agamemnon stood there, quite surprised. Hector smiled and mentally congratulated his brother. But his smile faded as he looked at the latter. Breathing heavily, and no longer able to support himself, he finally did what Menelaus was trying to make him do and collapsed to the ground.
"Paris!" Hector yelled and ran towards him. Priam and Helen both stood up in alarm.
Hector reached his brother and turned him over so he lay on his back. His left cheek was a mix of sand and blood still oozing from the deep cut on his face. His leg was still bleeding. There was still some blood on his chin from when Menelaus punched him. He was quite unconsious.
Hector gently shook him. "Paris?" he whispered. "Paris?"
He could hear two horses riding up next to him. Looking up, he saw his second-in-command on his horse, holding the reins of another. "You must take him inside the city, my Lord," he said.
Hector looked at Agamemnon. His look of surprise was turning into a look of anger and he was glaring at the Trojans in contempt. "Good idea," he replied. "Help me with him."
Together they got Paris up on the horse and Hector swung up behind him. "I want you here to command the army. I will take Paris back in the city and try to return as soon as possible."
"Of course my Lord."
"Give them hell," Hector said before bringing his horse into a gallop. The soldiers opened a way for him and then went back to their original position.
Hector rode right up to the palace where a group of healers were already waiting for them, as well as Priam and Helen. Hector eased Paris off the horse and the healers gently put him on a litter. Helen knelt down beside it and stroked Paris's uninjured cheek.
Whether by some magic or just because it was Helen, Paris stirred at her touch. He slowly opened his eyes. "Helen?"
Helen smiled. "Yes, my love. I am here."
Paris gave a small smile in return and shifted his gaze. "Father?"
Priam immediately knelt down and stroked his son's forehead. "Shh, my son. It's all right." He kissed Paris's forehead before the healers lifted up the litter and brought Paris inside.
TBC
I know, it was short! But more will come soon, I promise! and there'll be more Hector, Priam and Helen. Reviews appreciated!
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Troy or any of the characters. Please don't sue.
Summary: Set during Troy. Paris decides to keep fighting Menelaus instead of quitting. What happens? Non-slash.
Author's Notes: This is my first Troy fic. Please be nice with reviews and constructive critism. I love Greek mythology and I love the movie but if I make a mistake please let me know.
Chapter One
"Get up," Menelaus taunted.
Paris struggled to stand, his injured leg protesting against his weight as he ungracefully got on his feet. His sword was a short distance from him. He limped over and picked it up, turning back to his foe. He could hear laughing and he knew it was Agamemnon, Menelaus's greedy brother. His vision was slightly blurred, but nevertheless he raised his sword and shield.
Menelaus grinned. "Still fighting, prince? I thought you would go crawling back to your brother."
Paris glanced behind him and saw his brother, Hector, looking at him with concern and fear in his eyes. He was trying to tell Paris, without speaking, to stop fighting. He didn't want his younger brother to die.
Paris looked back at Menelaus and wiped off some of the blood on his face with his arm. "I will not be intimidated by a man who couldn't keep his wife."
The grin was replaced by a frown and a growl. Menelaus charged at Paris with the intent to kill. Paris dodged and the sword struck his shield. He stumbled from the weight of the attack but stayed on his feet. He took a stab at Menelaus, who brought up his sword to block him. After a moment of intense sword fighting, the tip of Paris's sword ran along Menelaus's right arm leaving a long gash. Menelaus stepped back, inspecting his arm. He shrugged it off and ran at Paris, who ducked the sword now aimed for his neck. But Menelaus swung again and cut Paris's face. Blood ran down his cheek and he could taste blood in his mouth. He spat it out.
Menelaus struck his shield hard, and he stumbled again. Menelaus was forcing Paris down, bringing his full weight on the shield, trying to crush Paris, who was stuck underneath.
Paris's shield arm was straining and his vision was still blurry. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on...
And then he saw his chance. He saw what Menelaus, blinded by fury, didn't see. Literally. Menelaus could not see Paris because of the shield which he was almost lying on, trying to force Paris to fall on the ground. So when Paris brought his sword up and buried it in his oppponent's stomach, it was quite unexpected.
At once Menelaus stopped pressing down and made a slight choking noise. He stood back from Paris and everyone saw the sword embedded in him. He gave Paris one last look of fury before falling to the sandy ground, dead. Helen and King Priam both sighed in relief. Agamemnon stood there, quite surprised. Hector smiled and mentally congratulated his brother. But his smile faded as he looked at the latter. Breathing heavily, and no longer able to support himself, he finally did what Menelaus was trying to make him do and collapsed to the ground.
"Paris!" Hector yelled and ran towards him. Priam and Helen both stood up in alarm.
Hector reached his brother and turned him over so he lay on his back. His left cheek was a mix of sand and blood still oozing from the deep cut on his face. His leg was still bleeding. There was still some blood on his chin from when Menelaus punched him. He was quite unconsious.
Hector gently shook him. "Paris?" he whispered. "Paris?"
He could hear two horses riding up next to him. Looking up, he saw his second-in-command on his horse, holding the reins of another. "You must take him inside the city, my Lord," he said.
Hector looked at Agamemnon. His look of surprise was turning into a look of anger and he was glaring at the Trojans in contempt. "Good idea," he replied. "Help me with him."
Together they got Paris up on the horse and Hector swung up behind him. "I want you here to command the army. I will take Paris back in the city and try to return as soon as possible."
"Of course my Lord."
"Give them hell," Hector said before bringing his horse into a gallop. The soldiers opened a way for him and then went back to their original position.
Hector rode right up to the palace where a group of healers were already waiting for them, as well as Priam and Helen. Hector eased Paris off the horse and the healers gently put him on a litter. Helen knelt down beside it and stroked Paris's uninjured cheek.
Whether by some magic or just because it was Helen, Paris stirred at her touch. He slowly opened his eyes. "Helen?"
Helen smiled. "Yes, my love. I am here."
Paris gave a small smile in return and shifted his gaze. "Father?"
Priam immediately knelt down and stroked his son's forehead. "Shh, my son. It's all right." He kissed Paris's forehead before the healers lifted up the litter and brought Paris inside.
TBC
I know, it was short! But more will come soon, I promise! and there'll be more Hector, Priam and Helen. Reviews appreciated!
