A TROJAN WAR FAN FICTION BY SKYBLU7
I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM HISTORY, THE ONLY REASON WHY I AM PUTTING THIS STORY UNDER THE MOVIE TROY IS BECAUSE IT HOLDS MORE PLOT RELATING TO MY STORY THAN THE ILLIAD ITSELF!
Sing A Song
The sand felt brittle, hot and scracthy against her skin, irritating her. Considering most of her flesh was pressed against said sand, it resulted into a really irritated, annoyed Asha.
She now sighed, almost growling in frustration as the towel underneath her moved again and more sand was spilled against her legs.
Asha glared at the offending terrain, looking around herself and taking in the breathtaking view of the sandy white beach. The water was clear with no waves, beckoning to Asha, But she ignored it. She swam in it every day already, why do it again? So she propped herself up by her elbow and gazed into the depths of the book she was reading. She almost forgot what it was called, since she always read books.
But she was nonetheless absorbed into its crevices, enjoying the thrill of being in a different world, and it was this absorbness that made her miss the faint smell of smoke, the wind picking up, and waves lapping at her feet.
Asha wobbled her toes, wondering what in the hell was that sensation and then she looked down, the sea had changed in appearance, and so had the beach. She glanced around herself in confusion.
"That was a good catch for today." A voice said from a distance. Asha jumped up, wiping the sand off of her body and placed her book into her backpack.
She grabbed her beach dress and put it on, then shaking out her towel she walked towards the voices. Stopping before a dune she looked up at two men, who were wearing torn up rags and no shoes. Their faces were caked in beards that reached their chests. Both were disgusting to look at. On further inspection Asha noticed that they both had nets of fish slung over their backs.
She cleared her throat gaining their attention, "Excuse me, but where am I?" Asha asked.
The men glanced at each other then at her, they dropped their bags of fish and drew what seemed to be swords, "Hello darling. What are you doing here all alone?"
Asha didn't answer instead she turned around and ran. She felt the wind rush by as she ran as fast as she could, but she could still hear the two men following her.
Think it through, she thought to herself, your much younger then them, also fitter. You can run longer, and lose them that way.
Asha nodded to herself, still unsure but she kept up an average pace that kept her a distance apart from the men. When she thought that they were tiring she glanced around and found them grinning at each other, not a glint of sweat upon them.
She increased her pace, looking for any familiar landmarks and finding none. She angled herself so she ran away from the beach and almost slammed into a man when she broke through some bush.
"Run." She gasped, her chest heaving from the effort of running for so long.
The man stared at her and cocked his head at the sound of the two men running after her, he was tall with broad shoulders and a small amount of stubble, he looked to be in his late twenties, "Are you okay?"
Asha nodded, "Yes, but they are armed, you must run." She glanced over to the forest and then shook her head when the man just stared at her, "Run fool." Then she turned around and ran off again. When she got a distance away she looked back to find all three men circling eachother.
"Why are you chasing a maiden?" The young guy asked.
"None of your business pretty boy." One old guy spat, Asha couldn't tell the difference between them.
Then they started fightning. Aparently the young guy also had a sword, which Asha found incredibly odd. Who in their right minds would carry a sword around in the 21st century?
The fishermen charged together, their movements slow and clumsy compared to the quick desicive swipe from the young man. They put up no fight, the sword that sliced through their throats being handled by an obvious pro.
Asha gagged as she watched the blood spurt from the fishermen's throat's, closing her eyes she forced herself to walk to the young man.
He stared at her and then smiled, "You are safe now."
"But where in hell's name am I?" Asha gasped, knowing that she wasnt home anymore.
"Troy, of course. And I am Prince Hector." He answered.
Asha just shook her head, "No way." She fell forwards, the stress taking over her. Her backpack spilled and her book fell out, printed elegantly on the cover was, The Illiad.
Chapter One over,
Thanks for reading.
SB7 Reporting Out!