Years passed, and my children grew. Euxander became a strong, capable warrior, much like his father. Aeneia, with her quiet strength, took after me, always seeking knowledge and understanding. Together, they would carry on the legacy of both Troy and Crete.
But I knew that one day, they too would have to face the weight of their heritage. I would tell them the stories, not just of the war, but of the love that had come before it—the love between Paris and Helen, the love that had sparked a war but had also given me life.
And so, as I watched the sun set over the horizon, I knew that I had finally found my place. I was no longer just the daughter of Paris and Helen. I was Agarista, a woman of both Troy and Crete, a survivor, a mother, and a keeper of the past.
The future was mine to shape, and I would do so with love, not war.
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Agarista of Troy: A Journey of War, Love, and Return
FanfictionHi Im Agarista are you ready to hear my story Im princess of Troy daughter of Paris and Helen of Troy.
