First of all I want to indicate that none of the characters belongs to me. Just my OC - Alessandra.

And secondly I want to apologize about the grammatical errors. I do not speak English. I'm Portuguese. The fanfic was all translated into google translator so forgive me if become confused.

That night, the loud cries of Queen Hecuba were heard by all the enclosures, and inhabitants of the castle. The rain was strong and dense out there and ribombantes thunder seemed to want to blow up the earth.

The woman's hair was caught to his face and neck, the body flooded by a thick layer of sweat.
She yelled again, a loud, frightening sound, blood-curdling.

"Please, my Queen" begged the midwife of pale skin, and silver hair. "Keep pushing. I can already see the head! "

Hecuba took a deep breath before nodding. However she growled, "By the Gods! Why this is hurting so much this time?"

The King and Queen had been blessed with a healthy baby boy, now four summers, Prince Hector - Heir of Troy -, however, the childbirth of that was easy to implement and within a few hours, the child came to world, a peaceful night, so different from that. That intimidating night!

"I know, my Lady, I know it hurts," said the midwife. "But continue. Push. Push! "

And she did so, producing a roar that echoed through the empty corridors and finally being received by loud, guttural and beautiful the cry of a newborn. She felt fall back, her back resting uncomfortably against the soft cushions.

King Priam entered the room, watching the scene around him and walked proudly to the edge of his wife exhausted.

"It's a girl, Your Majesties." Midwife notified, with the once pale face acquiring a soft shade of pink on the cheeks due to happiness. "A Princess for Troy."

Carefully, the old woman wiped all the fragile baby's body blood residios, cutting the umbilical cord, wrapping it in a warm blanket all white with a soft blue bar of royalty.
She gave the baby to the mother anxious, and with a deep bow to her superiors, she left the room preparing to go break the news of the arrival of the new princess to everyone who wanted to hear.

Priam and Hecuba knew that would love, forever, the moment they put their eyes on the chubby face of their little daughter. She was presented with deep color pink lips, a small button nose and almond-shaped eyes. The princess also had a very dark tuft of hair that later would be almost ebony.

"What will be her name, my dear?" Priam asked his wife, having he already named their first child and seen fit to be his wife to name such innocent beauty, resting in her arms.

Hecuba acquired a thoughtful expression as she watched the sleeping face of her daughter. "How about... Amábile? After all, our girl is lovely as is the meaning of the name. "

"Amábile ... Amábile ..." The King tested the name letting it scroll through his tongue.

Somehow it did not fit.

"I don't think that "

But he didn't finish, because the rumble of thunder, and the burst of light that followed, the princess opened her eyes.

Large dark brown eyes with strange tones, yet beautiful, red.

Red!

That would mean that ...? Lord Ares ... Hecuba sighed trembling and panting.

She shook her head quickly and said, "No, Am bile didn't fit." And lifting it up slightly, continued. "Her name is Alessandra, because it will be that one day it will become. A warrior. "

"A defender of men ..." Priam added, in a deep voice.

And so, the story of Alessandra began. It began with a name, a simple name, but that name would prevail for decades and centuries. Would last millennia.

One day, everyone would know the story of Alessandra, the Trojan Princess and the blessed of Ares, the God of War.