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Slowly, my footsteps embed within the coarse terra firma — devoid of expression, I walk in a laborious, heavy footed manner, upon my shoulders rested something greater than national hope - personal pride.An army of 7000 lay, slain before my very eyes - flesh, bones, dreams strewn throughout this idyllic countryside.As I marvel at our militia meticulousness, out of the corner of my cold, unforgiving eyes, stood an almost silhouetted figure - ‘she exists’ I muttered to myself.This figure slowly stepped out from under the shade that had hidden her identity - it was the Lady of Troy.Never had I seen such unrivaled beauty - in these, the most harshest of surroundings.‘I must not embroil with thee’ - the feeling that had overcome I instantaneously, it was stronger than anything that I had felt before.For a split second, I felt human - even with my hands laced in blood, I felt normal, like my actions could somehow be justified, I could not show weakness, for the sake of the men who had invested their lives with me, but deep down, I knew doubt, love had engulfed me.An indescribable, un-estimable amount of time passed as I searched for her - I had never held my faith with anybody but me, but as I knelt, my hands clasped, head bowed, eyes shut — I aske- no, I begged for forgiveness, for her.A cold, yet soft pair of hands rest upon mine - breath was drawn from my being.As I rose my head, my eyes widened - it was her, the Lady of Troy — a smile etched upon her face, as a solitary tear rolled down my battle aged being.I rise gallantly, but I quickly sensed everything was not as it seemed - I slowly turned my head and to my horror, stood the enemy — I was betrayed by my own heart.Resigned to my fate, out of hope, desperation, love - I whispered — ‘Nothing will ever come between us’ —-As a sword was plunged deep into this valiant warrior’s body, he was pushed into the motionless Lady of Troy — ‘Sadly, something did come between you - my sword’ the perpetrator testily barked. —-He, who risked it all for the woman he loved may have perished in doing so - but it encapsulated just how far he’d go for her - even if it meant dying.

Slowly, my footsteps embed within the coarse terra firma — devoid of expression, I walk in a laborious, heavy footed manner, upon my shoulders rested something greater than national hope - personal pride.

An army of 7000 lay, slain before my very eyes - flesh, bones, dreams strewn throughout this idyllic countryside.
As I marvel at our militia meticulousness, out of the corner of my cold, unforgiving eyes, stood an almost silhouetted figure - ‘she exists’ I muttered to myself.
This figure slowly stepped out from under the shade that had hidden her identity - it was the Lady of Troy.

Never had I seen such unrivaled beauty - in these, the most harshest of surroundings.
‘I must not embroil with thee’ - the feeling that had overcome I instantaneously, it was stronger than anything that I had felt before.

For a split second, I felt human - even with my hands laced in blood, I felt normal, like my actions could somehow be justified, I could not show weakness, for the sake of the men who had invested their lives with me, but deep down, I knew doubt, love had engulfed me.

An indescribable, un-estimable amount of time passed as I searched for her - I had never held my faith with anybody but me, but as I knelt, my hands clasped, head bowed, eyes shut — I aske- no, I begged for forgiveness, for her.

A cold, yet soft pair of hands rest upon mine - breath was drawn from my being.
As I rose my head, my eyes widened - it was her, the Lady of Troy — a smile etched upon her face, as a solitary tear rolled down my battle aged being.

I rise gallantly, but I quickly sensed everything was not as it seemed - I slowly turned my head and to my horror, stood the enemy — I was betrayed by my own heart.

Resigned to my fate, out of hope, desperation, love - I whispered — ‘Nothing will ever come between us’


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As a sword was plunged deep into this valiant warrior’s body, he was pushed into the motionless Lady of Troy — ‘Sadly, something did come between you - my sword’ the perpetrator testily barked.

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He, who risked it all for the woman he loved may have perished in doing so - but it encapsulated just how far he’d go for her - even if it meant dying.