“Let him fall down the walls of Troy!”, the prince was doomed to die. His mother, caring for him for the last time, looked at the face that shall never again gaze upon the world. She saw, a face so innocent, and clean, and fair, which will soon be a subject to the sins, and the filth, and the evil of death. “Goodbye, son”, said she, and as a strong woman, she smiled. The infant giggles, knowing not what is to befall unto him. Then, soldiers came. And taking him from her, she wept in restrained agony.
With the shout of a woman, the Prince of Troy, Astyanax, fell down from the walls of his City…
Thanatos approaches. A prey is at hand. The prince is to die, and his soul is his. Fresh soul… It had been a long time since he had tasted the soul of a noble prince of high ancestry. He craves for the taste. He craves for it! And now that Hades himself gave him the privilege of having the soul of Astyanax, he would not let it pass. He will savor it…
Remember Hector!
Apollo was seating at his place at his sacred oracle at Delphi. Still lamenting for the death of his friend Hector, he would not be comforted. Not even by Artemis, not even by the song of the muses, nothing could comfort him. He was lamenting a friend whom he is fond of, whom he loves…
Suddenly, from afar, a voice of a woman called. Remember Hector! Remember your friend who served you. He is dead, but his son lives… still living… for the moment.
He stood. He left…
Thanatos is waiting. His scythe is sharp as ever. He is to snatch the soul as the infant hit the ground. He couldn’t wait. Ah… there it is. It is glowing? Mortals doesn’t glow. No, it couldn’t be the child… Ah!
An arrow… Thanatos fell. No… it can’t be…
