Never see them as the enemy.

( Who in the world is that...? )

Silence over took the city. Silence and something else. He wasn’t sure what the emotion was quite yet. No one had woken. Not his King and not even his young princes. The room was filled with that unbearing silence. But he was used to it. He’d been used to it for centuries. Before him and Paris. Before the fall of Troy and the death of their hero, ( Read more... )

He didn’t see the need for tunnels. Didn’t see what good they would do anyone. That is until they took Troy. Until a ton of the Trojans disappeared beneath the castle in tunnels that lead outside of the city. He’d never truly paid attention to those tunnels. Not until he’d come to be with Paris. For some reason or another he’d decided to explore ( Read more... )

A long time ago he’d hidden himself in the guise of a girl. That hadn’t gone too well due to the fact that weapons intrigued him. But then again he was greek and that said it all. Soon he’d be Greek’s greatest warrior. But that was neither here nor there anymore. That was a life that was hidden in the rubble of the past. In memories that no longer ( Read more... )

Revenge… he knew all about revenge. But then again what warrior didn’t? It hadn’t started out as revenge. No… the war that he’d been a part of hadn’t started that way for him. For him it was a way to have his name remembered and nothing else. But he’d soon tired of what was being done in the war and had intended them to head home. Had intended to ( Read more... )

The greek warrior stared down at the question laid before him. A question of friends. He had them, yes, but that wasn’t the question at hand. Did he make friends easily… somehow he didn’t really see that he did. Many had become his friend and he couldn’t exactly say what for. He couldn’t see why they’d allow themselves to befriend someone such as ( Read more... )

Inherited huh? He couldn’t rightly say that he’d ever inherited anything. Then again his memories are the best that they used to be. Well… the ones before he died anyways. Those were something he preferred to leave in the past anyways. There had been no object or belief… there had been no attribute that he received or inherited that he didn’t have ( Read more... )

There aren’t many places that he would go to. Not many places that leave him to his solitude. Though he didn’t really need that very often. Not with his boys running around. Not with his family right there in Troy. But when and if he did need a retreat there’s only two places that he’d go. One would be to the cave right down on Troy’s beach. It’s ( Read more... )

It had been after his death that he’d found the encounter that changed his life. Oddly enough it had been the same person whom had caused his death. He wasn’t too entirely sure how that worked out but it did. Sort of. He’d met Paris in a restaurant... in a place that himself and Hermes had been in. Nor was he entirely sure what had possessed him to ( Read more... )