Grave flew across the waters of the river to get across befor she could get hit. She needed to get across or she wouldn't make it to the healers place. Her freind was hurt and she had to get them to the place of safty...
*My freind can be anyone....*
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
Teledamus and Pelop looked out over the plains. He and his brother had traveled for months, and now the end was in sight, they were less than a day from where the ruins of Troy would be. They knew not whether they would find survivors or not, but they could look. and with a viable claim to the throne, they could rule. Their father was dead, their mother as well. but still, they were the grandchildren of King Priam, surely that would secure some status... or perhaps just make them a target. on the other hand, they could return to Greece, were there no survivors, and being the sons of Agamemnon, they had prospects their as well.
"We shall start off in the morning, to look for the remnants of Lost Troy." said Pelop,
"Yes my brother, we shall.. but will there be any?"
"Yes." said Pelop
"and how on earth do you know this? We've heard from the Greeks, that every last Trojan man was slain, and every last woman and child enslaved."
"I do not know how i know, but i do."
Don't take life too seriously, no one gets out alive
Hesione stood at the grave of her father. The Greeks had long since taken anything of value from the tomb, and those surrounding it. But luckily, Hector had been buried in a secret location, and the Greeks couldn't read their languge anyway. She plcaed the small bouquet on the marking stone. She had cleaned up the grave as best she could, along with the burned down section of the pallidiums temple. The palace had been burned to the ground, and most of the city with it. Her mother had told her where she could find the grave before she died, and that the temple would probably be in good condition. Troy was in ruins. How was she to reclaim her birthright, when her kingdom was in ruins? Anger filled her. "I swear this father," she whispered vehamently, "I will avenge you and Troy, and restore our family to our throne. I will give my last breathe for Troy."
A single tear fell on the grave as she spoke. Suddenly, she heard hoofbeats in the distance. She turned and saw twoo riders approaching.
As they approached she saw that the were identical twins. She reached for her dagger as they drew nearer.
Out flew the web, and floated wide, The mirror cracked from side to side. 'The curse has come upon me' cried The Lady of Shalott
Deltax stood at the now broken gates of Troy, his eyes searching the ruined city for any sign of life. The rumours that its former inhabitants were returning to try to rebuild the city were falling on deaf ears in the courts of Greece, but his desire to avenge his father's death at the hands of the Trojans had led him to take a small force of soldiers and sail to Troy. Those soldiers were now making camp on the beach near their ship, while he began his exploration of the ruins.
He stepped through the gates, loosening his sword in its scabbard. An yell caught his attention and he turned in time to see a girl crossing the river, pursued by a pair of archers. He drew his sword and closed the gap with the soldiers, thinking them to be Trojans, since there were no other Greeks that he knew of in the area.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Hesione and her twin cousins stood on the hill next to the river. "More Relatives?" muttered Pelop. Hesione shoke her head. "Doesn't look that way cousin." she said. "Curse the gods!" cried Teledamas, "Greeks!"
Out flew the web, and floated wide, The mirror cracked from side to side. 'The curse has come upon me' cried The Lady of Shalott
