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The Downfall Of Troy

A myth submitted to the site by Oliver Matthews

Troy, Turkey

It was devastating. Ever since I was four, my parents told me I was safe from the Greeks invading. They said we would win and that the king would make the right choice.

“Liars, all liars”. They said I was safe, they said Troy was safe. I am fourteen now. After ten whole years of war, I am tired of the sounds of swords and shields and yelling, I have had enough of people dying.

It all began ten years ago. Princes Hector and Paris of Troy were in Greece to settle the peace treaty between the two countries. After the treaty had been signed, there was a party, a massive feast. During the feast, Paris snuck upstairs to capture Helen, the Queen of Sparta, who the goddess Aphrodite had promised would be his wife, and Helen agreed.

A day later, Hector and Paris, now accompanied by the beautiful Helen of Sparta, or now the beautiful Helen of Troy. Paris thought he would live the rest of his life peacefully with his new wife, but little did he know, Menalaus, the king of Sparta wanted his wife back and with a fleet of one thousand ships, he was willing to take her by force, even if it meant burning the treaty.

It was four in the afternoon when the alarm first sounded on the walls of Troy. A messenger ran from the wall the Kings Priams quarters. “Sire, Sire! The Greeks are attacking. One thousand ships on our doorstep and Achilles is with them”. The King called to his sons, “Hector, take up arms and prepare your men, Paris, sharpen your arrows and get up on the wall”.

The night before, King Menalaus had walked upto his wifes room and found her missing. He glanced out the window and saw the Trojan longboat pulled out of the harbour. “Tomorrow we go to war”, he said. “Tomorrow the Trojans fall”.

The first ship to strike Trojan ground was that of Achilles. He and his men were battle ready and ready to kill. They jumped off of their boat and ran head on at the oncoming defenders. Achilles looked back and noticed that the other ships only just making the shore. He drew his arm back, grasping him spear in his left hand, and thrust it forward through one mans chest and into anothers. It may have been gory, but it was a throw unmatched. He directed his men forward toward the wall where more men stood ready on guard.

Arrows flew and swords crashed together, as was any war of that time. But this was the Trojan war, the decade that rocked the history books for a millenium, just because of one girl. That is how it went for the ten whole years. By know, Achilles the mighty Greek warrior and all of his men were long dead.

The once peaceful land that many called home now looked like a living hell. The sand was red, peoples wounds were red, the walls of Troy had dead bodies littered around its base. The soldiers were tired, the generals were tired, even Menalaus was sick of it. But in the end, someone had to win so when Odysseus, one of the Greek generals, saw a soldier carving a small wooden horse out of spare firewood, an idea struck him.

He would make a gigantic wooden horse with a hollow inside. Fifty troops would wait inside the horses body while the remaining Greek army sailed away. If his plan worked, Odysseus hoped that the Trojans, in all the confusion of the moment, would take the horse into their city as a peace offering. In the dark of night, the Greek soldiers from within the horse would come out and open the gates so that the rest of the Greeks, who would have sailed back by now, can enter through and finish the city once and for all.

It was devastating. Ever since I was four, my parents told me I was safe from the Greeks invading. They said we would win and that the king would make the right choice.

“Liars, all liars”. They said I was safe, they said Troy was safe. Its not really surprising though is it, we were never actually going to win. Its funny isn't it, just as your about to go, you see your life flash before your eyes. But I didn't see my life, I saw my father and the soldiers who had their lives taken away. Why do I mention this you ask. I am in the corner of my bedroom with my mothers dead, limp body at my feet. I have blood all over me from where the Greek didn't get his swing right but instead lopped of a huge amount of flesh from my left side. Honestly, Its a little to much for a girl to take in.

No one ever wins in life do they?

By Oliver Matthews
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