Chapter 1: The Day the Sky was Bleeding

This tale,

Is both new and old,

But it has yet to see the day of light,

That is until now

This story begins with the first of three

And so begins centuries ago

In a time when the myths were alive

A time where heroes were true

His journey begins here

At the battle scene of Troy

Even as the buildings fall

For Helen.

A goddess unleashed

Upon all of mankind

With many being consumed

By her madness

She is the cursed Keres, slayer of fools

She cares not

She is only an agent of death

And deals out a cruel fate to any she snares

The streets she coats in blood

Along with her own body

Without care of whose blood it is

For she likes the scent that curls up in her nostrils

But what!

She begins to sneak off at the height of all chaos

One mortal does notice this

For he is hiding in the rumbles of Troy

He follows her,

Without knowledge of who exactly she is

But to find this out

Even at the risk of his own life

She lurks into the depths of the lost streets

That still stand for now

But soon shall fall

For now, though, a man waits for this goddess

He is cloaked in darkness

And not even I know who this odd person is

The muses wish not I tell

But to reveal in the near future.

For now she begins to speak

And we must heed these words

'O, Father, you must share

The grand plan!

This is so I may be of better assistance

To you and your interests of returning

To your former glory

High up, as king of all.'

'So foolish are you, cursed Keres,'

He answers, 'but I do not try to fool

Others, and I am no fool with whom

You may trick so easily.

'You wish to know of my entire plan?

Surely you are the biggest fool of all

For I will never tell,

But pray on this little morsel of news:

'Go up that hill over yonder

And take note of what is inside

That seemingly abandoned home

For there lies he who overthrew me.

'And He must pay!

And pay indeed he shall,

For what he has ignorantly done

To me of all people!'

With this said,

The meeting between the two had finished

As they both began to depart

And we look on to see the terror stricken man

Who had been watching from elsewhere

As the two shared a word with each other

But this man has much to worry

With the city burning to the ground

But most important,

He had to warn his family

For he was a soldier of Troy

And furthermore, lived on the hill over yonder.

So as quick as his legs could carry his weight

He began to rush home

Climbing through all of the ruins

Of the once glorious city of Troy

As he closed in on the hill

Another character crosses his path

It is burning Asbetos, village burner,

Who stands in his way

'And where do you think you are going?'

Asbetos asked 'you are ruining the surprise!

No no no, this just won't do,

I guess this means goodbye

Which sucks, because I liked you,

You made this kind of interesting,

But we cannot have you ruining it for the rest of us,

Isn't that right?' looking over the Trojans head

'Quiet right, as always,'

Claimed cursed Keres

And those were the last words

The soldier would hear.

Reviews

[RainDancer1997]

I love anything about gods and goddesses:)! I admit I'm not used to reading something in this form but I'ma try:)

[Ceuthonymus]

Yeah, the format is suppose to reseamble that of the old mythes and even the odyssey, so I understand that it can be hard to read, so I made my style run from line to line, creating a flow to hopefully captivate the reader, glad you like!

[RainDancer1997]

I like it it's just something I'm not used to but I promised that anyone who posted a story on my group I'd read it. And I keep my promises:)

[Ceuthonymus]

Ok, I guess I will have to check this out, thanks for the offer!