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Divine Inspiration	By : LuckyPanda13 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 5191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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My heart stopped and immediately my brain woke as adrenalin shot through me. I walked to the bed and fell to my knees, merely staring at the lifeless body of my wife. I reached forward and touched her, just to make sure, but no. She was frozen. How long had she been lying there? My hands fisted into the sheets unconsciously as I took in her form. She had been surprised from behind. Cold blood pooled from her back where the attacker stabbed her at first. He then slit her throat before dumping her onto the bed. She hadn’t been prepared. She was probably all alone–
Astyanax.
My brain went on full alert as panic flooded through me. Where was my son? There was no other body lying around the room. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“Astyanax?” I called.
“Daddy!” My five-year-old son slithered out from under the bed, tears streaking down his face. I gathered him into my arms, feeling my panic slowly seep away. “Daddy, there was a man! He hurt Momma and then he–”
“Don’t worry.” I hushed him, hugging him tightly. “Everything will be fine. I promise, Astyanax.” I stood up, abruptly realizing how much blood I had gotten both on me and my son. I backed out of the room, trying to keep my son from seeing his dead mother, whispering soothing statements into his ear. I walked back to the assembly room, gathering bits and pieces from Astyanax as he calmed down enough to speak.
“We were playing hide-‘n-seek an’ I was gonna hide under the bed an’ a man walked into the room an’ he looked at me an’ smiled an’ I crawled under the bed ‘cause he scared me. He walked to the balcony where Momma was an’ she made a funny noise like this–” Astyanax let out a muffled yelp, enlightening me to the notion that the man had his hand over her mouth when he stabbed her the first time. “An’ then Momma fell on the bed an’ the man left. I was waiting for Momma to get up to find me, but she didn’t go anywhere. I was gonna get up, but I was scared ‘caused Momma hadn’t moved at all an’ Momma always moves, even when she’s sleeping.”
“Yes, she does.” I agreed. “Do you remember what the man looked like?”
“He was skinny an’ looked like one of the guards.” He said, pointing at one as we passed him in the hallway. “He had hair like yours, Daddy, but he looked scary and you look nice.” I nodded as we approached the assembly room, where I knew my father still was. I kicked the doors in, still cradling my son gently, drawing every set of eyes in the room. They froze in shock as they took in my bloody countenance.
“Someone murdered my wife.” I spoke calmly. “Double the security on the palace. Immediately.” There was a moment of hesitation before each leader leapt up, calling orders to their guards and giving out the orders. I found a chair and sat, hugging my son tightly and preventing him from seeing my tears or feel how badly I was shaking. My life had immediately fallen apart and I didn’t know what I was going to do.
“Daddy, what’s ‘murdered’ mean?” Astyanax murmured, huddling close to me when the noise from the room frightened him. “Why didn’t Momma get up?” I quickly wiped the evidence of my tears away and looked into the chocolate brown eyes that mirrored mine exactly.
“Momma…” I hesitated. How could I tell a five-year-old that his entire world was about to fall apart? How could I tell him that his primary caretaker was gone, never to return? How could I destroy his innocence at such a young age? But, how could I lie to him? Lying wouldn’t help him any. “‘Murdered’ means ‘killed’.” I explained. “Momma is dead. She’s gone to the Underworld. The gods decided she was so nice that they wanted to have her for themselves.”
“Will she come home when she’s done playing with them?” My heart fractured at his innocence.
“No, Astyanax.” My voice broke and several rebellious tears leaked past my stubborn will. “Momma is dead. She won’t be coming home. She’s gone.” He stared at me, trying to ascertain the truth from my eyes.
I could see when the knowledge hit home. When his entire world was demolished.
His face fell and a hysterical wail bubbled up from his chest. I held him tightly, letting his sob and rocking him gently. My heart fell apart as I listened to his sobs, tearing down my self-control as the tears leaked. I don’t know how long we sat there, me holding my terrified son and trying to keep from losing it, too. When he finally calmed down, I looked into his eyes again and pressed a kiss to his forehead while I gently wiped his tears away.
“I’m going to miss her, too.” I admitted. “But we have to be strong. For Momma. You know how she’d want you to be happy even though she’s not here.” Astyanax nodded, still sniffling and hiccupping miserably.
“Hector, my son.” Priam approached us and Astyanax hid his face into my chest, nervously. Father had never been particularly close to his grandson, especially because he was born in the middle of the war and Father was busy trying to run the war and take care of his own multitude of children. Astyanax also hated being emotional in front of his grandfather because he wanted to be strong like me. Or so Andromache had told me.
“Father, forgive me for my lack of tact, but I cannot speak with you now.” I sighed. “I must care for my son and make arrangements for Andromache’s funeral.”
“We found the weapon.” Father said, ignoring my wishes. “It belongs to Achilles.” Instantly, doubt bloomed in my mind. The Greek was headstrong and arrogant, but he wouldn’t stab my wife in the back before slitting her throat and dumping her on the bed. He had far too much pride for that. Even though he didn’t much care for my wife, he had no reason to kill her and not kill Astyanax. The murderer had definitely seen my son before killing my wife. Someone must have followed Achilles and me into the forest and taken his dagger when we were otherwise occupied. I knew Odysseus was capable of sneaking in and out of Troy without even trying, but I couldn’t see Achilles either wanting or being able to get in and out of the city without being noticed. It just didn’t make any sense.
“Achilles didn’t do it.” I denied the implication. “He’s not the type of person to utilize sneak attacks and subtle machinations like this. Someone framed him and, as much as I loathe to admit it, it was probably a Trojan. If it wasn’t a Trojan, a Trojan helped.” Stinging pain from my father’s open-handed slap stopped my theory short. Rage boiled in my belly and it took every ounce of self-control I had to keep myself from punching my father in the face.
“How dare you?!” Father snapped, growling at me. Astyanax shivered against me and my arms tightened around him. “You would put a Greek, that Greek in particular, ahead of your own people?!” I stood up slowly and let my father see the rage in my eyes. He took a step back, startled and terrified, and I shifted Astyanax to my hip.
“My wife was just murdered in my bed, Father.” I spoke softly. “I must care for my son and make arrangements for the funeral. I may be mentally compromised, but I know that Achilles did not kill Andromache. Tell me, Father, how could a warrior as renowned as Achilles gotten into the city, much less the palace, murdered only one royal, not touching a hair on my son’s head, and gotten out without any guards seeing him?” I let the words sink in. “If you will excuse me, Father, I wish to focus on my son.” I turned to walk away, but hesitated for a long second. “Oh, and Father,” I looked back at him, “The next time you attempt to strike me, I will defend myself.” Yes, it was a threat. No, I didn’t care.
“My king!” One of the guards produced the bloody dagger to my father and I bit back a flinch. The assembly members all gathered around the weapon, muttering about Achilles as they recognized the lion engraved on the pommel. I rolled my eyes.
“Achilles! How did he get in here?” One man asked loudly.
“He didn’t.” I replied, drawing everyone’s eyes, including my father’s furious ones.
“My prince, it is his dagger.” The man said slowly.
“I’m aware.” I said. “I’ve seen it up close in battle, which is more than any of you can say. But Achilles lost that dagger yesterday in the forest and he was still without it today, even though he had everything else. Someone must have followed us in our brawl and stolen it while we were fighting. There’s no way a Greek could have gotten into the city, much less the palace, with how well-guarded we are. Achilles could not have done this. Astyanax saw the murderer and described him as a Trojan guard with dark hair and dark eyes. Achilles is none of those. Achilles is being framed.”
“My son is tired and not in his right mind!” Father spoke loudly, as if that could erase the logic in my words. “Achilles is obviously the culprit! We must counter this maneuver rapidly to show those Greeks that one cannot simply walk into our city and murder a royal!”
“It was not Achilles!” I argued. “Astyanax–”
“Is a child!” Father interrupted me angrily. “He wouldn’t know the difference between a Greek guard and a Trojan guard at his age!”
“You underestimate his intelligence.” I snapped, fury making me lose all patience. “You are choosing to ignore the obvious facts that point to this being a Trojan! A Greek could not have gotten in without being seen! Astyanax was left alive! Why would a Greek do that? You are entirely relying on the circumstantial evidence of a dagger, which I know was lost, rather than on the eye-witness testimony of your grandson! Why is that, Father? Do you hate peace so much that you would frame allow murderers on our own guard to walk freely?”
“You are emotionally compromised!” Father shouted at me. “Your flat denial of the truth and your adamant defense of Achilles shows how treacherous you truly are. You would have us kowtow to the whims of the Greeks! You are exiled for treason. You are stripped of your title and your rights as a Trojan man.” I was frozen, unable to even think past my father’s words. I hugged Astyanax closer to me as Priam continued. “Guards, escort Hector from the city. Let it been known throughout that he is exiled and is no Trojan. No mercy should be shown to him. Take Astyanax from him. I’ll not have my grandson influenced by a traitor.”
“No!” I stepped back from the guards, protecting him with all of my might. “Exile me if you wish, but don’t you dare take him from me!” The guards hesitated as they looked at me. I had been their commanding officer for so long that they weren’t sure how to react. Their king had forced them to both kick me out of my city and to take my son from me. They knew better than to try and take away the only thing I had left in the world. I was a caged tiger with only one thought: protect my son. I would kill these men if they tried to take him away, and they knew it, too.
“Get my grandson away from the traitor!” Father barked angrily, backing away from me with the rest of the assembly. The guards lurched forward to their duty, trying to get Astyanax from me without hurting either one of us. I responded violently. Even without the use of my arms, since I was still cradling my son firmly, I protected us with brutal efficiency. The guards abruptly realized they would have to use force to get me away from my son. My father started screaming as I tried to get out of the room. They started approaching in groups, trying to distract me. I dodged from a fist, rolling on the ground and holding Astyanax close so he wouldn’t touch the floor at all. A guard hit me in the head with his shield. My vision blackened for a moment and stars swam before my eyes as Astyanax was stolen from my limbs and guards grabbed my arms. I screamed at the loss while panic and fury blossomed in my chest.
“Astyanax!” I fought the guards on my arms wildly, desperate to get my son back. Five more guards added their strength to the first two, but I ignored their attempt to pull me away. My son was crying for me. I had to get to him. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. “Astyanax!” The guards somehow managed to drag me back from the assembly members and my son.
“Daddy!” My father held my son in a bruising grip by the arm as the five-year-old struggled to get back to me, crying hysterically.
“I will come back for you, Astyanax!” I looked directly into his eyes, hoping he could see my solemn vow. “I will! I swear on my life I will come back for you! I will never stop fighting for you!” I was hauled from the room, but I didn’t stop fighting. I would never stop fighting until Astyanax was in my arms again. The guards swapped one at a time with fresh guards in order to keep me from escaping, but I didn’t stop struggling.
When they dragged me through the city streets, I continued fighting and screaming for my son. People, my people, stared in shock as they saw their beloved protector covered in blood as he was forcibly ejected from his son and city. Their whispers and questions fell on deaf ears as the guards forced me from everything I held dear. The people followed the guards, demanding answers and trying to get them to stop. Several people ran back to the palace to figure out what was going on. They wouldn’t get any answers from the absurdity of that place. The guards slammed the gates shut on me, but I wouldn’t stop fighting. My son needed me. I had to save him from the insanity that was my father.
My entire world had been shattered in an instant. I had nothing.
Weariness and exhaustion crept over me and I tried to think. I needed shelter and weapons if I was going to survive outside Troy. I needed weapons in order to get back into Troy to save Astyanax. My mind immediately jumped to the weapons and I armor I had left in the forest and I started walking. Night had fallen completely and I knew I’d need fire to survive. I tore one of the torches off the wall next to the gate and ran to the forest. My mind wandered wildly as I tried to focus enough to find my weapons.
Odysseus.
The king had been trying for peace since the war began. He was reasonable and would hear me out. I could persuade him to help me get into the city to save Astyanax. He had a son himself. He would help. I started for the beaches, hoping I could figure out which camp was his without getting killed first. As I got nearer and nearer to the beach, a sense of unease settled in my gut and I took several deep breaths. I had to stay calm if I wanted to save Astyanax.
“Look what we’ve got here.” I froze at the Greek words and turned to see Greek scouts, sitting on horseback and leering at me. “I do believe it’s a Trojan prince.”

Thanks for reading! Yeah, I’m a terrible person and I’m being really mean to Hector, whatever. It all ends up working (sort of) in the end! Let me know what you think!
Thanks!

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