Friend of Apollo

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Chapter 9: You Screwed Up Big Time

All my thoughts were swarming everywhere. My questions were left unanswered but they wouldn't be for long. You'd think I'd feel a bit crazy, talking in my head and Apollo replying to me in my mind as well.

'Apollo what is going on?' I asked. I've started from square one and the whole fucking movie is playing in front of me, LITERALLY! What the hell is up with that?

'I know you are frustrated-'

'Frustrated? Damn right! Everything is ruined! How could you let Aphrodite do that? I know she made Paris fall in love with Helen and Helen give her heart up to Paris.'

'There was nothing I could do, but let it happen. When Helen awoke from her gaze, Helen and Paris would immediately fall in love. Aphrodite did it as a way when she found out about you, but you tricked her when you put the antidote into the drink… …'

'So, you just let it flow? Oh, that's smooth. Yes, let's just have war. That will make up for everything.' I threw my hands up in the air. If anyone saw me, they would think of me as insane, but do you think I care? We're in war!

'Ariel, listen to me. I was foolish to think I could change the past. Troy will fall no matter what I do. As much as I hate to admit it, bringing you here was useless because either way Troy would fall to Menelaus' and Agamemnon's armies. Something is bound to happen along the way.'

'Do I still get to go home? Or, do I stay here for God knows how many years for the war?' I questioned.

'When I brought you here, it was to-'

'Oh God. Are you telling me I can't go home and I have to stay in this freak fest?'

'Not until the war is over, I'm afraid, but when you arrive back to your time it will be as if you hadn't missed a second of it….. unless you are hurt.' Apollo replied.

'You are so lucky that you are a God or else I would have kicked your ass! Urgh! Don't you have the gift of foresight?! Or, did you just forget to tell me that my trip here was meaningless?!' I kicked an empty barrel.

'I do…. But when the portal of past and future were opened, the outcomes became unclear. I thought it was temporary, but……………. Until you come back to your time, everything will be indistinguishable, I'm afraid. I don't even know if you will survive this…..' As he took time to breathe my whole body froze. I might not even live? 'That is why, I order you to stay out of this. Not only for your safety, but since this has happened, it is best if we just let fate take its path. Troy will fall and when that happens, there is a certain place I want you to be. When we dock at Troy, I will show you the path and that is where you will be sent home.'

'So, for about ten to fourteen years, I will be here, doing nothing. How………... wonderful… So…..if I interfere in the war, you can still erase my memory, right?..' I sat on the empty barrel, finally digesting what I was bound for.

'Yes, but I think it's best if you weren't seen. Remember, when you go back home, you will still be eighteen years of age.'

'Sure, whatever. I think I need to be alone…. To my own thoughts.' I looked up to the moon.

'I understand.' And even though I did not hear a sound, I knew he wasn't there. His presence was gone. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I felt really alone. I would not only have to stay here for months, but years. Ten years was a long time. I'd be about twenty nine. Paris would probably be 35 along with Helen. Hector, well, I didn't know the date of Hectors death, but if ten years went by he would be probably 45.

Suddenly, I felt something sick at the pit of my stomach. I stood up and went to the edge of the boat and then it came. I vomited. I closed my eyes, knowing that if I saw my somewhat decomposed food it would just make me want to gag even more. I breathed, rubbed my cheeks and eyes and smiled. No, I did not smile. I tried to smile and even when it came out, I knew that even the dumbest person in the world could see right through my smile and could tell it was bogus. I sighed. So the journey begins.

I walked down the ladder to see everyone sleeping, except for Hector, who was sitting at the small, circular table alone. A dim candle provided him with light, but I didn't even know why he needed it when he was just staring aimlessly at the wall.

"You should get some sleep." He suggested to me, without giving a single glance at my direction.

"I can't sleep." I took a seat on the other side of the table and looked into my beach bag which was on the table. I took out the leather bottle of wine, which I refilled in Sparta, and got a swig of it.

"Want some?" I asked. He slowly took hold of it and drank some.

"I can't go home, you know." I decided to share my new information with him.

"What? You have to. Troy will be a danger zone. You must leave as soon as possible." Hector passed me the bottle back, and finally looked my way. His eyes were widened and asked so many questions.

"I know, but when I say I can't, I mean a whole physical barrier is preventing me, literally. No feelings, although I'll miss you, but I can't." I put my hand on top of his and he heaved a sigh. I wanted to tell him that a whle barrier was preventing me, butI couldn't. I know it may seem crazy but after all this, I still do believe that I was sent here for a specific reason. I have another purpose. I can feel it. "Maybe I can meet your wife?"

He smiled lightly, probably thinking about his wife. Oh damn....I'd reach twenty nine and probably not marry…… boy, if my mom was here, she'd be searching for any rich man for me to wed even if it was the end of the world. I gave a small laugh silently. A laugh? Well, it's a start.

I just realized that well, I was the youngest there. It's not like that mattered, but I suddenly felt out of place. Oh god, I'll just say it. I miss the immaturity. I miss it when my friends and I would pull pranks on varsity cheerleaders. I miss it when we would laugh at how Dave said 'thingy'. I miss it when we would give weird looks at Carole when she imitated the 'Juicy Fruit' commercial. I would miss it when both Dave and Carole would dump water on me just to wake me up for a class that they weren't even attending.

"I think I'll call it a night. Goodnight Ariel." He yawned and traveled to his bed.

"Goodnight Hector." I replied, although I knew it really wasn't going to be a "good" night. I could then hear soft exhaling and inhaling of three people.

Out of nowhere, I just felt the urge to smack the living daylights of Paris and Helen. I mean c'mon, if Carole was experiencing what I was going through, she would already be strangling Helen with her hands and Paris with her legs. I vaguely imagined her doing that and I smiled. Wow, if I was feeling good right now, I wonder what I would feel like if I was strangling them both myself. That would be pure fun…sick, but fun and for anyone watching, funny.

The sun rose and this time I was on deck, sipping my wine, still awake. That whole night changed my perspective on things. I started putting explanations to everything I thought about and it really bothered me. I would think about my guitar back home and then I'd have this whole discussion with myself about it. I guess it was just because I was truly lonely and had no one to talk to………and that reminded me of when I was younger and at home.

Never had a parents love. I would stay at home, looking up at the ceiling just thinking, music blaring really loud. Parents never at home. Parents never said hi. Parents never asked me anything. Parents never cared. Actually, that isn't exactly true. They cared if I married a rich man,

Also, the only reason why my parents approve of Carole and Dave is because they're rich. Their parents were the same as mine. They threw money at us and threw rich woman and men at us to fondle and get married with. I'm not going to lie and say I'm not pressured to find a man because I am. Every cousin, every sister, every brother, every aunt, every uncle, and even grandparent in my family has married a rich person. That was just the way it was and people might say to "break the chain", but it's not as easy as it seems. It's hard. As much as the people in my family sometime hate each other, they want to belong because they know that not belonging in the family will be ten times worse than being in it. Sometimes I think it's the other way around. Or, maybe they're all in it for the money. It's a two way road.

Some people were cooking on deck, getting a snack before they were enslaved to work for the day. Enslaved is such a strong work, but it sounded right because they didn't look like they enjoyed their work too much, but that didn't stop them from a have a good time and talking together. They made jokes and they were the same people at the palace. Why did they get treated so badly and everything? Oh yeah, because they weren't born into a rich family. That just really blows.

"Would you care for some breakfast, milady?" I was asked by a boy. He looked to be about my age or possible a few years older.

"No thanks."

"Are you sure? You look to be a little weak."

"I'm sure." I smiled back at the boy. He bowed his head and left to the others.

I feared that if I ate something, it may just disrupt my stomach. My stomach was quite weird. I'd eat vegetables at one time and I'd throw up, but with alcohol, it was like a best friend. It never made me throw up. It never betrayed me. It never ran away like a bitch. It never used another wine as a rebound……okay, so I'm describing Paris, but that sorry son of a bitch is going to pay for what he did to me. He even had the nerve to say 'don't ever talk to me again'. What a loser….. now I'm starting to be like my old self. I wonder if there are any kids at the palace. Maybe I can teach them some songs…..or maybe just teach them to be smart and not rebound their girlfriends-okay I'll stop.

I started to think of Helen and then a certain guilt feeling invaded into my system. I know I'm not supposed to feel like that, but the girl was just abandoned at age 16 to marry an old, gruff man and now she has a chance of a lifetime to have a better life………. But then again she is ruining other lives to make hers a better one. But I guess, if it makes one person happy….. Oh gosh, I don't know what to think anymore. I'll just conclude that I feel sorry for the woman and won't hate her…….but I will hate Paris……

However, didn't Helen abandon her daughter? Did she not leave her to satisfy her well being and now is taking the toll for it? Helen, the girl who was abandoned, is now doing the abandoning…… Okay, now I suddenly don't feel so bad for her….How could she do that? Has she not learned from her previous experience of what it's like to be alone and parentless? Now her daughter will experience it, but for a longer time….. and who knows, Paris and Helen could have a child who will be loved and Helen's other child will just be left in the dirt. No father, no mother. Alone. Poor girl.

Okay, I hate thinking. I've never done this much thinking since I went to my last job interview. I stood up and threw my wine case to a much older man, who looked a little thirsty.

"Keep it." I said lazily. He bowed his head in return and muttered a quiet 'thank- you'.

I climbed down to the cabin to see Helen, Paris and Hector stretching while getting up.

"You're up bright and early." Hector commented with a yawn.

"Actually, I stayed up the whole night…. " I replied to him and he gave a concerned look. "I'm fine. I just needed to think." I reassured.

"Maybe you should get some rest." Hector suggested. Paris and Helen were both silent as they sat at the table, nibbling on the goddamn fruits.

"I will." I lied. Even if I laid on the bed, I don't think I would sleep at all.

"Liar." He said as if reading my mind.

"You know me too well." I chuckled.

"I know you well enough to know you're impossible." He smiled and I remembered he told me that when we first boarded at Sparta. So much has changed since then. I shook the memories out of my head and ate or at least tried to eat. A long silence was put upon all of us. Although we all had blank expressions, you could read them like a book. We all thought about our arrival. Hector and Paris was probably thinking of what thier father was going to say. Helen was probably worried about what was going to happen a month or two after this and what everyone in Troy would think. And I, I was thinking about Priam as well. What he would have to say to a failure.

As I was thinking about war, I stumbled upon the difference between this war and the war back at home. Here, you can say "that's enough for today" , leave, then fight the very next day. In my time, it's like "damn, do you think I care? I'll kill you in your sleep if I have to. Maybe, I'll throw a grenade just in case you somehow don't die and so I can watch some fireworks". Scary? Oh, yeah.

The next couple of days had passed by fast, which was okay for me. I talked with Hector at nighttime and he spoke with Paris as well. Paris and Helen talked a lot and kissed a lot….. mostly when Hector and I weren't there or when they thought we weren't there anyway. I could understand why Hector still stayed at Paris' side because they were brothers, but that didn't mean I had to. I'm telling you, there is no way in hell I'm going to stay beside that worthless bitch or his rebound girlfriend soon-to-be wife.

"We're here." Hector's voice echoed through my ears. Here goes nothing…. No, here does everything.

Sorry for the long update, I kind of got writer's block and then I just forgot about the whole story altogether. Thank-you for the reviews. I really appreciate them. I'll try and update soon! Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and thanks again! I had to reupdate it becauseI , by accident, deleted it. Sorry!

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