Achilles
With a twist of fate, I broke free from the clutches of Agamemnon's men. It's almost laughable that he ever thought he could hold me down. But mark my words, when I finally get my hands on him, I'll break him in two!
"Achilles, of course, you're too strong," he chuckles, that mocking laugh cutting through me like a sword. It gets under my skin every time.
Suddenly, an arrow streaks through the air, piercing Agamemnon right in the leg. I whirl around, a surge of excitement coursing through me. I already know who's behind that shot; only he has the skill to pull off a shot like that. Paris.
"You're unworthy of my father's crown." His expression was as hard as stone, revealing nothing.
Agamemnon let out a laugh, a bitter sound that cut through the stress, even as pain flickered across his features. "So, you're the young prince of Troy who thinks he can take me down?"
I watched, wide-eyed, as he dramatically tore the crown from his head.
"You mean the king?" he asked, his eyes wide with pride.
"King of what?" he scoffed. "Troy is gone."
"As long as I am alive, Troy lives on," he declared fiercely. "I will take my people, and we will start anew."
I looked down at the ground, a chill running through me. The fear of leaving one of the princes alive haunted them all. He was right; Paris was the key to Troy's survival. My heart raced as I witnessed the unthinkable: he drew a blade across his throat, sealing his fate.
The other two men turned away from me, but it didn't matter; Paris' attention was solely on them. He killed them both where they stood.
"Now you," he said, fixing his steady gaze on me.
"You know I'm worthy. I'm here for Briseis."
With a swift motion, Paris raised his bow high, a clear warning in the air.
"Paris, please, think about the baby!" Briseis pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice.
"Baby?" How could I have missed that baby bump?
Briseis smiles at me, and my heart is full.
"I will help build a new Troy, alongside the few men I have left."
"I did see the Myrmidons getting people to safety," he told me.
"I will be an ally."
His expression softened, and he nodded, lowering his bow.
He hoists Hector's lifeless body over his shoulder, his face a mask of determination.
"He's gone, Paris."
"I'm giving my brother a proper burial," he continues, his voice laced with both sorrow and strength. I nod slowly, understanding the depth of his commitment in this moment of loss.
I think I know the perfect place to rebuild," he said, a spark of determination Shining in his eyes. "Together, we will lead the new Troy."
The end