The bride had no family attending the wedding, as they were far away in Plakos. To make up for this fact, several members of Hector’s family, to be precise, his favorite brothers, all held torches high into the night sky to symbolize her kin. Cassandra doubted very much that this was any comfort to Andromache. But then, she seemed entirely ( Read more... )

The days melted into a week: One glorious week of candid conversations and stolen kisses from Othryoneus. There was light in the dark and dreary halls again. If ever before Cassandra had believed in a vision of perfect happiness, she foreswore it now; she had never know anything like this. Things were different. Othryoneus was in her life. It ( Read more... )

The laurel garden was nothing but a graveyard. One by one, the trees had been cut down, leaving behind their hideous stubs, to make kindling for the funeral pyres. The pool of Aphrodite had long ago dried up, judging from the fading waterline in the basin. Most of the images were worn away from one too many passersby wearing heavy armor which cut ( Read more... )

The castle hallways were bleak and sparse. There was a new meaning to the word emptiness that had come to Troy since the beginning of the war. It went beyond the fact that there were no longer guest friends, bright banners, or children littering the corridors. It had become a feeling, a sense of complete exhaustion with life, one that had spread ( Read more... )

Sing, O muse, of Apollo, god of lyres, who made a fateful mistake while arching across the nighttime sky on his way home to Olympus. Midway through his flight, his eyes happened to fall on the citadel of Troy, gleaming in the light of a harvest moon. The city lay asleep, yet something wasn’t right. Pausing in his ascent, he scanned the skyline, ( Read more... )