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A few days ago, when the sun showed on the horizon, bringing with him the orange colors of the dawn, a beautiful and large ship anchored in the port of Sparta. On the same ship, it was possible to find a crew of sailors and soldiers, all ready to help and protect the princes of Troy.
The Trojan journey to Sparta was merely and purely professional. After several years of struggle, Menelaus proposed, finally, a peace treaty between the two kingdoms. They were all warmly received by King Menelaus and Queen Helen. Despite all the smiles and flattering words, it was possible to smell by far the arrogance that King gave off. Showed his wife as a mere trophy and all this was due to the fact that she was considered one of the most beautiful women in the world - if not the most beautiful - with her long blond hair and blue eyes.
As no surprise, Prince Paris, the youngest of three children of Troy, have seemed to fall for her charms and shy glances. And that was something that bothered her siblings deeply. Unfortunately, Paris looked distracted face the terrors of the world, always devoting his attention to attract and be attracted by various and different types of women. He didn't know what was the hard life and the cruelty of the Man outside the walls of his kingdom.
There was celebration and joy today at the Palace of Sparta. Everybody was talking in high excited voice, the theme being banal things like, "Have you tasted this wine? Divine! Must be of Dionysus own personal inventory." Or, " When do you think come the dancers?"
There was a sound beating on the table to get attention. King Menelaus stood up, spreading his arms in a friendly gesture. "Princes of Troy, on our last night together, Queen Helen and I salute you."
Prince Hector nodded slightly. He was a beautiful man with curly brown hair and eyes the same color.
His brother Paris was very like it, having inherited the same hair and eyes, and acquired milder expressions. He was completely taken by the beauty of Helen and no one but his brother and sister seemed to notice.
"We've had our conflicts before, it's true." Said Menelaus. "We fought many battles, Sparta and Troy. And fought well!" Support screams were launched all over the table. "But I have always respected your father. "And this was true.
With the words, a sincere smile appeared for the first time in that night on the lips of Princess Alessandra.
Alessandra had blossomed into a beautiful woman. Her parents knew they had been blessed with a strong and pretty woman since she was born on the night of the storm. Throughout her childhood, she had been a quiet child. More quiet than normal. She didn't cry much as a baby, than necessary. When she has learned to talk and walk, she always followed her older brother for whom harbored a deep admiration and love. Shortly before reaching adolescence, she knew she had to take a turn in her life and don't let the rules are dictated. Her own reddish-brown eyes have showed that never follow anyone's orders in her young age. One day, after seeing that Hector would train again, she followed too. She saw and listened attentively every tactic and maneuver that had taught him, and at night, she sneak up from her room, leave the palace and went to the training site, repeating with determination everything she had seen. Then, when the sky gave air to clear, guarded the wooden sword with which trained and disappeared from the site as if she had never been routine continued for a few more months, until, she finally appeared alongside of Hector and their father who were talking, and in a quiet voice, but strong, Alessandra said: " I will learn to fight." and that was any question.
To say that the two have been shocked was an understatement. Hector decidedly refused, stamped his foot, shook his head and said no very firmly. But his efforts didn't serve anything when he saw his father nodded. He didn't understand why his father agreed. Surely he could tell that Alessandra could be seriously injured. But there was something in the eyes of King Priam - an inexplicable understanding -, that Hector would only assimilate in a matter of years.
His sister had been touched by the gods in some way. Maybe it was the almost divine beauty that Alessandra had. Who had given Helen the title of most beautiful woman who had stepped the earth, surely had never set the eyes on the Trojan Princess. Maybe it was the intelligence she showed in the smallest gestures.
However, it became clear that the God Ares, had blessed her in combat skills when her eye color intensified, and red seemed to dominate the brown like a raging fire.
Alessandra quickly became one of the best fighters in the world and respected by all who had seen she fight.
Menelaus spoke again and everyone listened attentively. "Priam is a good king, a good man. I respected him as na adversary. I respected him now as my ally. Once again there were the screams "Hector, Paris and Alessandra, young princes and princess, come. Stand. Drink with me.
With a smile and Alessandra Hector stood up, Paris quickly followed, however, the same never took off his eyes of Queen Helen.
"Let us drink to peace." Menelaus recited, with a golden cup full of wine in his right hand. Everyone raised their own glasses.
Hector finally said, "To peace between. Troy and Sparta."
"May the gods keep the wolves in the hills and the women in our beds!"
And you dying in the wine... Alessandra thought, but nevertheless, her prayer was not answered. She took a sip of her wine, but that still not been able to ease the strange sensation that ran through her body. She felt the guts to be rolled back, and your brain painfully hitting against the skull.
She bowed slightly, wanting to tell Hector what was feeling, but has been cut off by the entry of the dancers in long red dress. Menelaus went around the table, hugging Hector and kissing Alessandra's right hand. "For the gods!"
"For the gods!" Recited in unison the prince and princess, shocking their goblets with the king, and spilling wine on the stone floor as a way of offering and celebration.
"I have to say, Princess Alessandra, your beauty in no way lives up to the rumors that pass through the mouth of the people." Menelaus said, noting the delicate features of the princess.
The dark hair, almost black of the princess was twisted and full of pearls that contrasted deeply in her long curls. Her pink lips seemed to glow, as the reddish-brown eyes that sparkled in the candlelight. She was dressed in the body a long blue dress with details in gold and silver that seemed to have been painted on the skin, and wore a beautiful black sandals that ended just below the knees.
"You flatter me, King Menelaus." Alessandra smiled, showing her white teeth and rights. Despite the smile, there was nothing more than the same wanted to do, than to get out of his sight. Not that she hated the man or anything, she just hated his brother, Agamemnon.
"Nonsense, beautiful princess." Menelaus smiled back. "Tell me prince Hector, how's your father?"
"Very well, thank you for concern. He regrets not being able to come in person, but as you can imagine, he can't leave the kingdom."
"Of course, of course." Menelaus nodded, looking at the dancers who swayed her hips seductively. "I understand perfectly. And your wife? "
Hector sighed with love while Alessandra smiled at the mention of her sister-in-law. "She must be eagerly awaiting my return, along with my son."
"Don't grieve, young prince, you'll be in the arms of your family not long at all. But surely your sister has a lot suitors, too. "
Alessandra laughed out loud, her laughter sounding like a tinkling bells despite all the grief for that situation. "None that caught my attention."
Hector smiled, eyeing his sister he loved so much. "There'll come a day when a man be able to control the fire inside my dear sister. Until then, I hope i'm not too old to see that day."
Alessandra gave him a slight push. "Keep dreaming, dear brother."
Menelaus watched carefully the family interaction. It was outstanding, by far the brotherly love they felt for each other. "Perhaps you don't have to wait to much, young prince, I think already there a man who could control well her flame."
This caught the attention of Alessandra and Hector. The young of different eyes raised his left eyebrow well designed. "And who was this man, may I ask?"
Menelaus looked at her strangely for some reason. "Who else than Achilles, son of Peleus?"
"King of the Myrmidons?" Questioned Hector seeing that his sister would not say anything more about it. He knew how much she liked to be free and the thought of being controlled lit the fire inside her to the point of destruction.
"Oh, yes. A remarkable man, full of strength and a great warrior. He would be a good pretender for the princess of Troy. I believe, like you said, he would be able to control her flame, and perhaps, she would be able to control the beast inside him." He laughed lightly, looking around." Now, if you will excuse me, I have business to attend to. I will see you soon."
Both Alessandra as Hector knew that he was just behind a woman. When he pulled away, Alessandra looked at Hector with a grimace of disgust.
"Perhaps you don't have to wait so much, young prince, I think already there a man who could control well her flame..." She imitated feisty. "He spoke like if I weren't here. I can't wait to go home."
Hector calmly put his arm around her shoulders in a gesture of comfort. "Don't worry, my sister, hence nothing we'll be treading the sands of Troy."
"I just hope we don't have any problems." She whispered, a clear concern in his slightly hoarse voice.
The prince with his face unshaven looked in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Alessandra did not answer, preferring to indicate with a full head of curly hair that swung with the gesture. Stealthily, Paris climbed the stone stairs to the top floor of the palace, its blue cover fidgeting behind him. "I have a bad feeling."
Hector sighed deeply. "I know, little sister, I have a bad feeling too."
Finally..., thought Alessandra watching the waves crumble against the ship's wooden hull. Inspired and exhaled deeply, the salty smell of the sea air invading her nostrils and comforting her in various ways.
She loved the ocean fragrance. The way that the scent would remain on the skin after a boat trip was strangely invigorating. Alessandra loved especially the slight feeling of peace that she felt when returning from a day of battle, of the many wars fought, still smeared with blood and sweat, she would reach the Trojan sands with determination, and would wash the filth that covered her body , armor and sword in the sea surrounding the beach of her kingdom. It would take perhaps hours, and after drying the body, and the even darker hairs of water dripping on the tip of her braid newly made, she will riding her horse, Thunder, and enter the great gates of Troy being greeted by applause and excited screams as she mounted her black stallion also reddish-brown eyes. Thunder had been offered to her by the God Ares when the animal was still a little foal.
"Excited sister?" Hector asked him, not looking up from the little lion of wood he was carving with caring for your child.
"You don't know how much, Hector." She sighed in contentment, looking at her reflection in the blade of her bronze sword. She always walked with her, but not in Sparta, because Menelaus might see as an offense and all her father's efforts would be in vain.
Paris appeared alongside both, also dressed in blue and watching the horizon. Seemed slightly nervous. " A beautiful morning. Poseidon has blessed our voyage."
Alessandra shrugged her shoulders indifferent. The time wasn't a conversation that caught her attention. Hector watched the sky. "Sometimes the gods bless you in the morning and curse you in the afternoon."
Paris waited a moment and finally asked. "Do you love me, brother? Sister?
The princess raised her eyebrows suspiciously. There was why he was so nervous. "What have you do now, Paris?" She asked in a low, menacing voice.
"Nothing... I... Would you protect me against any enemy?"
Hector looked at him in confusion.
"The last time you spoke to us like this, you were 10 years old, and you d jus stolen Father s horse." Said Alessandra.
"Beyond that time you were 15, and you broke Alessandra's bow and you wanted me to defend you." Added Hector while Alessandra was scowling at it. She had that bow since she was eleven years old, and in a moment of stupidity of her brother, the bow was broken in half.
Paris frowned, and looked at them both with a mixture of fear and determination on his face. "I must show you something."
Alessandra felt again that feeling that his stomach was churning up inside her. "I'm not like any of this." Whispered to Hector as she watched Paris open the trapdoor leading to the bottom of the ship and go down, with Hector and Alessandra just behind. She went downstairs, turned and when she looked around, a hooded figure stood up and revealed the face.
It was Helen of Sparta.
"What did you do ?!" She screamed, finally, angry, assimilating everything and watching Helen writhing in fear next to Paris.
"I..."
"Do you have any idea what you just did, you naive and selfish boy?" She spoke again, his voice heavy with alarming fury. "And you, Queen of Sparta? What do you have to say? "Helen winced and Paris spent a comfortable arm behind her, this gesture did not go unnoticed by any of his older siblings. "That's it, isn't it? She is another of your conquests?"Alessandra roared, facial skin were gaining a slight shade of red in the normally golden skin from the sun.
She followed Hector who came up the stairs and said to the captain: "Turn us around. Back to Sparta."
"Wait, wait." Pleaded Paris.
"You fooll! Do you know what you've done?" Inquired Hector angry.
Alessandra inspired and expired deep trying to calm down. She felt the flame which until then had been peaceful, growing and growing, to the point where she saw everything red and fire wanted to turn everything into ashes. "Do you know what you've done?" Alessandra pushed Paris in the chest causing him to retreat back sharply.
Hector couldn't believe that such a man existed, and it was his brother, "Do you know how many years our father worked for peace?"
"I love her." Paris said quietly.
Alessandra laughed hysterically, leaning on the wooden ship as her body shook with the laugh of contempt.
"It s all a game to you, isn t it? You roam from town to town, bedding merchants wives and temple maids. And you think you know something about love. What about your father s love? You spat on him when you brought her on this ship! What about the love for your country?" This time was Hector who hit him in the chest.
"You'd let Troy burn for this sorry of woman?" Alessandra screamed. "I won't let you start a war for her."
"May I speak?" Asked Paris.
Alessandra grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "You think you have the right to speak after the betrayal you have committed?"
Paris shook his head, moving away from the smaller hands, however, full of strength. "What you're saying is true. I've wronged. I've wronged you. I've wronged our father. If you both want to take Helen back to Sparta, so be it. But I go with her."
Hector sighed as Alessandra rolled her eyes. "To Sparta? They ll kill you."
"Let them kill him! If they don't, I kill! " Promised his younger sister.
Paris felt an ice climb his spine. "Then I'll die fighting."
"Oh, and that sounds heroic to you, doesn't it? To die fighting. Tell me, little brother, have you ever killed a man?"
"No." Paris denied.
"Ever seen a man die in combat?" Hector continued to ask.
"No."
"We killed men, and we heard them dying." Said Alessandra. "We watched them dying, and there s nothing glorious about it!"
But whatever it was that Hector said then Alessandra did not know because she turned down the trap door and watched without expression, Helen's shrunken figure.
"Go up." She ordered, and after a moment of hesitation they both were back on the deck. She grabbed Helen's fine and delicate arm, went through Hector and Paris, and stood at the ship's edge. "Jump."
Paris ran to her side and tried to get his sister let go the woman he loved. "What are you doing?"
"I said to jump!"
"Are you crazy?" He shouted.
"Crazy were you, if you ever imagined I would help you with this! Now, jump woman! "
Helen tried to loosen the hand that held her arm. She was scared, but she knew she couldn't do anything against Alessandra of Troy. She had heard stories of all the battles fought and as a great swordsman was the same. She would be dead at the same time she tried to defend and everyone knew it.
"Stop! Sister, stop!"
"Alessandra... Princess Alessandra... Please!" Helen begged, to feel closer and closer to the edge.
"Please? Please?" The other said. "You're a disgrace to who is entitled woman! Did you know open your legs for my brother didn't you? Now use them and swim back to Sparta!"
"Alessandra..." pleaded Paris.
"And if you don't shut your mouth you are going with her, Paris!" Roared.
"Alessandra, please, you don't understand how he treated her."
The Trojan princess laughed. She could not believe that such a dishonor was happening. "Don't you understand? I don't care how your whore was being treated. She is married and she still was looking for pleasure elsewhere. She left her country to have a few more nights of lust! What are the problem with you two, your despicable creatures? You condemned all of us!"
I won't ask you to fight my war. Paris said.
"The problem, Paris, is you already have." Alessandra informed, her different eyes showing fatigue. She dropped Helen's arm, who ran and hid her face in the chest of Paris.
"To Troy!"" Ordered Hector walking away while his sister followed.
Oh, Paris... what you've done?