Agarista of Troy: A Journey of War, Love, and Return

Chapter 6: The Return to Troy

I was 23 when I finally returned to Troy.

Cleathes, ever the supportive husband, arranged for our journey. The city that had once been the jewel of the Aegean was now a ruin, a place haunted by its own memory. As our ship approached the coast, my heart pounded in my chest. This was the place where my father had fallen, where my family had been torn apart.

The city walls, once towering and impenetrable, lay in crumbled heaps. The fields where warriors had fought and died were now overgrown with wild grass. And yet, there was a strange beauty in the silence, in the way the earth had begun to heal from the scars of war.

Cleathes stood beside me as we disembarked, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded, my gaze fixed on the distant ruins. "I must. I owe it to them."