"Forgive me..." Odysseus muttered as he slowly walked to edges of the wall, carrying Astyanax in his arms.
Feeling every step like a rock falling in the sea,heavily. His chest tightened before he spoke again. "Forgive me.." he repeated again with a crack into his voice.
The blood and the smell of burned wood where making his stomach turning upside down. He covered Astyanax's puffy face with the hem of the blanket where the boy was wrapped in.
"I'm just a man.." Odysseus let out a shaky breath and opened his hands,releasing the child in the void beyond the wall.
He turned around and left the room quickly. Cleopas quickly get out the wardrobe in the room and reached the edge.
He fell on his knees, one of them had a cut made by a sword on the battlefield. It was swollen and hard to apply pressure on. He started to tear up as his mind processed what happened to his nephew. The last pieced of Hector was gone now and he didn't do anything for avoiding it.
He trusted me. He placed the future of his legacy in my hands and I failed to protect it. As he thought this, he punched the floor under himself.
He heard the soldiers reaching the palace, he had two options; fight and get killed by Greeks like his brothers. Or run, saving the last piece of his family that lived in him.
He started to run,pushing his body over his limits. He heard the screams of women and men,vases breaking. The smoke of the fires made him cough and his eyes glassy as he tried to escape by taking other roads in the destroyed city.
Men lying awfully in bitter deaths among the streets. Cleopas saw it all, the destroyed temples and houses.The acts of beasts,not men. His feet and wound's pain started to became sharp.
He couldn't stop,he had to keep racing to a safe place. Where he couldn't be found,where he could not see the suffering of his people.
The mothers mourning their children and infants. Girls being abused over altars of empty temples. Men slaughtered for trying to protect their families and properties.
Cleopas saw the beach,empty due the pure massacre that was happening in the center of Troy.
He found a ship, he found a rope connected to the deck and climbed it. He got in deposit in the hull and hidden behind a bunch of wooden boxes.
He sat on the floor, his tunic and legs soaked in blood and stained with dirt. Sweaty and weak.
He was going to survive, if nobody would check the deposit he will be good.
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This is the price we pay to live. VOL. 1
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