Wind bristle through my hair and I swear I heard a whisper. Perhaps from Apollo? Perhaps. Maybe from the four winds warning me not to go. That was my thought yet no one seemed to fell the same. And even if so they were to tried and annoyed to notice. This was due to my brother, Paris. He was mad. Be it madly in love or madly insane all I knew was that he was mad. And he was making others question their lives. His howls were like that of the Harpies, a high pitched sound that nearly mad some men bleed from their ears. He was drooling all over the decks and he at times attack a crewmember like a savage dog that has an unquenchable thirst for blood. He nearly killed a man. Had it not been for Hector being around at the time he probably would have had that man for lunch. Hector was my oldest brother and at this moment the only sane one I had left.
“What do you think happened brother”
“ Perhaps it was the gods”
“The gods have a funny sense of humour don’t they”
I ignored him and I just looked at my brother Paris, who once was a pound and handsome figure. Now he was unrecognisable
“Brother you alright”
“Sure I just don’t recognize him anymore”
“He’ll be fine the gods will sort this out”
“Can we trust such gods?“
“What did you say?”
“You heard me brother, can we trust gods who play with the lives of mortals and cities, can we trust gods who curse men such as Paris to be in love so deeply that until he meets his supposed love that he goes insane? Can we trust gods who wish the lives and souls of every Greek in order to sate their lust for immortality and endless power? The gods are strange and cruel in their ways and they must be stopped now before it is to late we must st…
“Brother you are mad, we can’t take the gods and besides I would watch your tongue for it was Apollo who gave you a gift no Trojan has ever had.”
“It is a gift I hate”
“Sometimes brother you have to use what you have even if you hate it”
And with that I feel silent, mad at myself and at the gods.
“Sooth yourself brother and ask Apollo for forgiveness”
And with that I went to the shrine of Apollo to pray
Apollo was the god of music, poetry, art, oracles, archery, plague, medicine, sun, light and knowledge. Due to this he has become one of the most important gods of all the Olympians. And due to him being the god of archery he has become a favoured one amongst the Trojans. In battle we are renowned for our archers and Paris himself seems to be gifted with bow and arrow. Maybe such gifts will help him in time. Such gifts have granted that we Trojans are safe from any Greek state. That and our walls. Our walls are massive and cover the entire city. The walls also protect our ports, which grants that if we Trojans are ever besieged that we still can receive food and water. This has saved us time and time again from the barbaric tribes of the north to the eastern power of the east to the fellow Greek states. Yet there is one army I fear. The Spartans. They think us cowards with our walls and our use of bow and arrow. They fight in the traditional way, with spear and hoplon, fighting side-by-side and ploughing through the enemy like a machine that feeds itself with the blood of others. Sparta also has no wall as it doesn’t need them. They aren’t Greeks. They are Dorians, foreigners and barbarians. Yet only I truly think this way. Yet I never would say such things to them. For I would be a dead man if I did so. Instead I let my thoughts stay in my head, as I watch Sparta bully the other Greek states into submission. Maybe one day all of this will stop? But until then we had to be allies with them until then. If not the walls of Troy would be grinded to the ground.
And there I stood, on top of the Trojan Flagship Poseidon’s Beloved sailing towards Sparta through the Aegean Sea a sea which has absorved a sea of blood and there is more to come.

And yet something troubled me
That something was Paris
He just would not stop and at this point I started to loss my sanity

“Why Apollo, why have you driven this poor lad mad” I screamed in the brink of tears and anger. I never understood his ways. Neither did anyone in Troy. He seemed to hate all Trojans and he cursed my sister and my brother who now was wailing and walking around speaking in dialects only oracles would know. I seemed to be the only one Apollo blessed. Yet this power I have been granted isn’t the greatest. I nearly banished my brother. Yet he lived and so he was invited in the Royal court once more. Yet I always kept an eye one him, for he was prophesized to bring death to ever Trojan. Yet I always though that it would be more likely to see the Spartans destroy the Trojans than a sickly man. And that’s is why I am here. . I have been invited by Menelaus of Sparta wedding with Helen of Sparta. Yet there was something unusual for the Spartans are very secretive with marriages. In fact Spartans never have marriage ceremonies like most Greeks do. Their obsession of being the “perfect” soldiers has given them no time for such things. It hasn’t even been able to see their own ignorance and brutal ways. And it is even outlawed I think to have a marriage ceremony. But this is no ordinary marriage. This is a marriage with Helen of Sparta. She is considered the most beautiful women in Greece and the blessed daughter of Aphrodite. The Spartans viewed this marriage as a war won against the other Greeks, a achievement that no Greek could accomplish, another thing that shows that Spartans are superior to other Greeks. And now to rub salt in the wound of the pride of the Greeks they have invited not only everyone in Sparta but all of the Greek states. And that is why I am heading there to the land of warriors, Sparta. To have my and Troy’s pride hurt while the Spartans feaster and get drunk with joy. All for the sake of having peace. And on my way there I have to be accompanied by my shrieking brother Paris who has been stricken by grief and love. And he would not stop muttering about the one he love, the most beautiful women of all of Greece. After a while I had it with him as I was near the brink of insanity as were most of the crew of the ship. Finally I had enough. My brother was cursed. He was a madman. And he was different. He was once a calm tall individual with curly black hair but now his eyes was blood red and his hair was wild and he himself looked feral and barbaric. He was disconnected from reality. All was a dream to him except of the love of his life. Who could it be, I wondered. I have wondered through out this journey. My prayers to Apollo have only resulted in him giving me a riddle.
A hatchling
A woman who can bring,
Men to shed enough blood
To bring about a flood
All of this just to see
A sight of thee,

And as this riddle pondered in my head curiosity took me over
“Brother I have a question to ask?”
“ She and I will go through the seas of time together”
“Who’s she”
“The only one who’s melted my iron heart”
“You have been loved before Brother?”
“Women have loved me but my heart was unmoved by their beauty”
“And who is this one who as moved your heart?”
“A hatchling, a daughter of the all one”
“A demigod?”
“She is more than that, her beauty outshines that of the sun”
“She is a god to you?”
“She is all to me, a force that can kill me with her very gaze”
“What’s her name?”
“Her name is the beginning of Hellas and the end of men”
“Where is she now”
“She stands now, waiting for her one while men of battle drool over her”
“Men of battle?”
“ The Sons of Heracles”
“And is she married”
“To the proudest and the greatest within the halls of Heracles”
I stood still, pale in face and frozen from the inside. It then hit me. Like the bolt of Zeus it hit me, the realization, that we are nothing. We mortals believe we can change the string made for us by the Fates. We are but pawns of the gods. We cannot change what has been planned for us. And so it was. The curse, the prophecy will come true. The men of Hellas will burn Troy and right now I was witnessing the beginning. I tried to think of ways to stop it but no answer cam. Should I kill my brother? I couldn’t. Only my father Priam and I were told of the prophecy and Hector would kill me on sight if I did. So I was stuck unable to speak. And now I was experiencing my sisters curse Cassandra. She was blessed with the ability to prophecies but had the curse to not be believed. And that were I was now, with +a fact none will believe.
I stood motionless, still as a tree and stood even though Paris was crawling towards me drooling like a corpse that had been disembroiled still muttering nonsense.
“Only you evergreen, ever sun, ever moon” he shrieked
He was madly in love with Helen of Troy
And she, to most mortal men, is worth a tidal wave of blood and flame just to see.
“Helenos”
“Hector”
Hector was my brother, the future king of Troy. He was tall and looks that have given him many admires. He is well built and shows proudly his scars from wars with Thracians and the Scythians.
“What’s wrong Paris…”
He paused staring at his brother Paris
“Is he drooling on you”?
“Yes he is and it might seem that he is cursed”
“Oh the gods so unpredictable in their ways” He laughed as he gave me a hearty slap.
I still stood without projecting any emotion, with any feelings towards the power of the four winds. I couldn’t hear him. Nor see him. I saw something else. A city on fire with the flags of the Greek states flying above a lone tower, which seemed similar to that of Troy’s. There were soldiers and a wooden horse grand in stature. And so I watched in horror. I realized Troy will fall. And all will die by Spartan spear and Greek iron. And as looked I saw soldiers being killed and murdered. One of those reassembled a tall man with long blood hair that had an arrow on his achilles. The other warrior had a cloak was well built and showed his scars with pride. He was killed by the one with the arrow. And then I realized that the man with the cloak was my brother, Hector and that the city was Troy. I was watching the fall of Troy.
I fell

“What’s wrong brother he asked”?
I was helped up gasping for air with men helping me up including my brother.
“You weight more than I remember Helenos”
“Troy shall fall”
“What did you say”?
“Troy will fall and you shall die by Spartan spear”
“Nonsense what is wrong brother, tell me”
“Troy shall fall… you will die by Spartan spear… And a flood of blood and flame will consume the city”
A then my vision darkened
And darkened
And darke…