Goddess of Troy

II

B e l o n g

A wave of nausea hit Helena straight on the head as she stared at the empty living room, there was no sign of any furniture. She ran down the dark wooden hall and up the staircase that once head a flower vase sitting at it's arms, but was now gone. The second storey was the same - no lighting, no furniture, all except one room down the corridor. Helena lightly trudged across, aware of the the creaking floor boards, to peer through a small gap that had been left behind. She had heard hushed voices coming from the other side of the door.

"We have returned," A man stated, his voice sounded almighty and powerful but restricted. He continued, "She is in our possession and we have come back for her." By then, Helena's mind was filled with confusion and curiosity.

"I would like my daughter back, she is in grave danger." The voice belonged to a woman -soft, sweet, polite, charming but yet still stern and steady. Every word that had come out of her mouth sounded like it had been sung.

The next voice startled Helena a little. It was her Dad's and her Dad was hardly ever home, "We understand, but why now? What's going on?" His voice rose louder after every question.

"Honey, calm down," Her mother had spoken. "Both the Romans and the Greeks want her as their legacy. You know, like Hercules." She could see her Dad instantly tense up.

Had they been talking about her? Had Helena had a mother and father after all? They must've been talking about her! Helena had barged in before she even knew it. All four adults snapped their heads at the confused girl.

"How long have you been listening?" Her Mom demanded, sounding slightly irritated.

"Not for long." Helena answered quickly before her eyes set on the man and woman who were supposedly her biological parents. The woman looked to be around her late thirties, her hair blonde like hers and was dressed in a sophisticated lilac top paired with white jeans. Helena suddenly noticed that she had flowers in her hair and that her legs were long and toned just like hers were.

On the other hand, the man was a towering six foot three and was wearing all black which allowed his bluish green eyes to stand out. Helena adverts her eyes to the woman when she spoke, "Hello, my beautiful daughter ." and reached out for Helena with welcoming arms.  The embrace wasn't the least awkward, but instead was slightly pleasant and familiar.

"Let me get a good look at you," the woman dramatically wiped tears that trickled like crystals down her face as she examined her daughter.  "It has been sixteen years" she gave Helena a weak smile and turned her head to look at the man, her smile widened, "She has your eyes."

The mans eyes immediately crinkled at the edges, "Yes she does."  He paused for a while letting his smile drop. "-but we need to get going."  He paved towards Helena with ease, "Listen daughter, you are beloved by both the houses.  They have bestowed their mightiest powers in you, but dearest, they will split the heavens apart to claim you as their legacy."

Furrowing her eyebrows, Helena turned back to her adoptive parents. Her hands rested on each of theirs, "Thank you," she sniffed, tears threatened to spill out of her eyes.  "I'm so grateful for what you guys have done for me.  For being there and treating me like I was your real daughter,  I honestly can't express how grateful I am." 

Helena's dad had embraced his family one last time,  "Don't forget we are always here for you and we will always think of you as our daughter.  Good luck Helena."

Before Helena's mother guided her out the house, she had caught a glimpse of  Elaine sobbing into her husband's chest;  his arms tightly wrapped  around her.