myths

CHAPTER 3 {Helena)

I walked for days, in the hot sun and was beginning to give up hope when I saw a city in the distance. I shook with excitement, for it had been years since I had spoken to someone other than my "sisters" and Artemis. I ran down the mountainside, shouting with glee. When I finally reached the bottom I had never been more elated. I marched toward the town and spotted an Athenian flag. The feeling of joy in my stomach was quickly replaced with horror when I realized I was in Athens. This was the city that I was raised to hate, the people; to kill. I was a Spartan and to be in Athens was considered a crime. It wasn't long before I was recognized in the streets for I was Helen, the one who fights with Artemis.

I quickly found an Inn for I needed to rest before I continued my journey. I had not eaten or slept in days. The man who owned the Inn was not pleased with my last minute arrival, and my room reflected that; it was small and dark with a bathroom that I could barely squeeze into. I felt confined in the small room, and perhaps foolishly, decided to go out.

There was a man sitting alone on a bench, in front of an old tavern, singing a ballad that was as beautiful as his face. I began to feel faint, I was exhausted. I should have walked away, but something inside drew me to him. I got closer to his perfection, his profile a shadow cast in the moonlight. There was a small scar on his left cheekbone from where a sword had pierced the skin, and dried blood in his hair, that was definitely not his. The sound of his voice drove straight past my ears, into my head and into my heart. His bright blue eyes pierced my heart. I could no longer keep my balance, my legs were lost beneath me, and then suddenly his arms were around me and all was silent and still.