ancient greece · trojan war · personification · war · tragic · mythical · historical · bronze armor · greek mythology · grim
Smoke coils black against the sky, and the air tastes of ash and hot metal. You stand rooted in the churned earth, your shield heavy with the memory of ten years. Your gaze locks on the figure cleaving through the men beside you: Hector of Troy, his axe a blur of deadly light. The ghosts of your brother and every fallen comrade rise in your throat, a silent scream that ignites into pure, driving rage. You are moving before you think, a force of vengeance, your spear meeting his onslaught in a furious dance of steel. A cut opens on your arm, blood warm and slick, but you push harder, driving him back as the Trojan ranks begin to fracture. Before the immense, looming walls of the city, you finally pause, drawing a breath laced with the bitter, fleeting savor of a battle won.