What History Doesn't Know

To Kill A Greek

I screamed in pain. As one of the enemies' archer's arrows buried itself deep within my shoulder. This bloody war has been going on for too long. So much time has passed since Hector was killed. Has it been months? Has it been years?

I don't freaking care. I just want this damned war to be over. Food supplies are low and more Trojans are going to the Underworld. Soldiers on both sides were very low compared to the early part of the war.

I limped over to the side of the wall and sat down. My leg was bleeding and it was bloody painful. I gripped the arrow ready to pull it out.

Zeus, this is going to hurt, I thought to myself. I gasped in pain as the arrow came out of my leg.

All this pain and torture. It wouldn't have happened if Paris hadn't been so selfish, none of this would have happened.

I thought about all that has happened. Hector fighting an undefeatable enemy, his father begging for his body from Achilles. Hector's body was in a terrible state but we all didn't care. His funeral was hard on us.

Hector was a true Trojan. Stared his fate in the eye

and didn't give a damn. All I could remember him by now was his sword. Finely crafted with skilled talent. Only Hector knew the maker.

Weeks flew by. I haven't seen Cassandra for so long. I can't imagine what would happen if Troy fell. She would probably be at the mercy of the enemy.

Oh, my dear Cassandra. If only I could look into your brown eyes one last time.

I kept Hector's sword in my sheath. I grabbed my bow and got up. The pain in my leg was fading but it was still bad. I went to an abandoned residence and slept. I slept and slept. I just couldn't fight anymore. The archers were low on arrows.

It was probably because the other archers were terrible shots. I didn't want to sound arrogant, but shooting more of the ground than the enemies wasn't helping Troy.

I probably stayed there for a week or two before I came out.

It took me a while before I noticed something missing. Something that was usually in the air. Now it was gone.

The war. It ended.

I felt happy. Troy stilled seemed intact. Nobody was raiding the temples or any other place. But there was nobody in the streets. Nobody.

I walked down the street. It was so quiet.

I walked down the street quietly. Yet, my footsteps echoed. This street used to be bustling with Trojans. Now, it seemed so lifeless.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally found someone. Not my most favourite person, but I was relieved to find someone. Who else would appear when I least expect him to.

"Aeneas!" I shouted.

He was limping up the street.

"Aeneas, has the war ended?" I asked.

"No, no. The Greeks are down for the moment." he said as he limped past me without looking at me.

I watched him limp up the street before going to find Paris.

Eventually, I found him sitting at the bottom of a flight of stairs looking very worried.

"Menessus, it's going to end soon. But so much has changed. Half of Troy is dead and Hector is gone forever. I still need to kill that Greek, Achilles." he said.

"I've already tried killing him with my shots. It doesn't work. If you try the heads on approach, you'll end like Hector."

"Don't worry, my friend. I have plan. Polyxena told Achilles to go to the temple of Apollo tonight."

"And then what?"

"It'll be a surprise. Meet me there tonight."

"What are you going to do? You're no archer so that's out of the question. Sword fighting? Not likely. Would it hurt to tell me?"

"Just be there."

Night eventually fell and went to the temple of Apollo. I brought poisoned arrows just in case things got ugly. I found Paris and his brother Deiphobus.

"What happens now, guys?" I asked still not sure what their plans were.

"Give me the arrows." Paris ordered.

"What? Paris, these are my arrows. I took me so long to get new ones. You're a terrible shot. You'll just waste them."

Paris looked at his brother and shook his head.

"I didn't want to have to do this, Menessus, but you leave me no choice."

All of a sudden, Deiphobus swung a strong punch right in the centre of my chest. Zeus, it was painful. My breathing was disrupted. Deiphobus then kicked me in the head. I started feeling weird. I could taste blood in my mouth.

Paris then grabbed my arrows and bow. He started running towards the temple. I got up and punch Deiphobus under the chin. He tried to counter, but I dodged and swung my elbow at his temple, a trick I learned from Hector so long ago. Deiphobus wasn't a very a strong person so he was knocked out cold, thankfully.

I wiped the blood and started running after Paris. He was walking, but when he turned around, his eyes widened and he began running. Ugh, I hated it when he ran. I never caught up with him.

After a while, I was at the Temple of Apollo. I saw two figures. One was a Greek soldier. It must be Achilles. The other figure was holding a bow and some arrows. My bow and arrows. I had no doubt that it was Paris.

I walked up to him ready to give him a piece of my mind when I stopped dead in my tracks.

Paris readied an arrow in the bow. I then realized what his whole plan was. He planned to use my arrows on Achilles, who was unaware of my so-called best friend's presence.

Before I could stop him, Paris released the arrow. It all happened so fast. The arrow hitting Achilles in the heel. Achilles falling down screaming. Paris running away from the place. I went over to check Achilles.

He was alive but barely breathing.

"Trojan." he said weakly.

"Yes, I am." I replied.

"Even though you are my enemy, please do me a favour and send me back to my homeland."

"I will. You are a noble soldier, mighty Achilles." It was true. Even though he killed Hector, he was a true Greek soldier, right to the very end.

He smiled a weak smile before he closed his eyes.

I knew that the war was going to end. I just need find Aeneas and get out of here.