Thread: The Handmaiden's Tale (Wander and Chanti)

The siege of Troy was one that was truly horrifying. The sight could send fear down the spine of the weak. It was not easy to witness and entire thriving town which was only celebrating during the day with joy to crumble down in heaps and stripped of all dignity to be treated like a cur. It was despicable, but the Grecian army was relentless in their force and tore town the entire city. The taking of the palace appeared far worse. From one side, Herondontus men had broken into the palace from the gates. From the rear, Achilles and his platoon had infiltrated over the walls of the palace in order to block the entire palace and avoid any chance of escape for Helen or Paris. Menelaus orders were clear as day, I want Helen, and I want her alive! The anarchy grew within the city while inside the Palace Herodontus distributed in two sub-platoons. One of them would enter through the front doors while the other would scout the perimeter of the central structure in search of any exits or secret passages which may be used by Helen in order to escape. While Herodontus himself accompanied the second sub-platooon, the orders for the first were the same catch Helen alive and without delay whistle to alert his side of the platoon so that they can come and then carry the whore back to their lord Menelaus. Through the impenetrable fortress of Troy, entered a massive vehicle heaved by a score of men. Within this manned vehicle sat the two lords, the brothers of destruction Agamemnon and Menelaus. The soldiers attacking upon the civilians of the great town of Troy moved aside, pausing their endeavours as their king and lord gracefully made his way towards his destination, Priams palace. The front gates of the palace were breached, the sub-platoon of Herodontus army dashed in, breaking the mighty door to shreds of wood. To their surprise, they did not have to search too eagerly, Helen was standing right before the men, offering herself to be taken to their lord Menelaus. The men were aghast and could not understand it. They had doubts of her being a decoy. How can we trust that she is Hel.... The one at the front speaking, suddenly paused and bit back his own words as he gazed up at the circlet that this young maiden wore. Instantly, there was no doubt in the mind of the soldier that he had struck gold and if he brought Helen back to the Lord Menelaus all by himself, he shall be bestowed with not just praise but maybe also the post of the commander which he had always coveted and been denied because of Herodontus and his bravery. Get her, men. We are taking her to Menelaus! Exclaimed the soldier. But sir, our orders... Retorted the other. Take her! Exclaimed the second commander with fury. The men genuflected and then saw that the girl held a dagger in her hand. They all laughed vehemently at her futile action. You are going to scare us with that? We are a part of Herodontus' platoon, what you hold is our toy, not weapon. Said the one in the front as he pulled out a similar dagger from his tunic and brandished it before tossing it a the girl. It came across as if they were attacking her, but the knife which soared through the sky, struck its mark even before she could make a move and it had hit the knife in her hand and struck it far from her reach. The men were swift not only with weapons but also with their bodies as she was instantly bound and held captive, being carried back to the gates of the palace where Agamemnon and Menelaus had already arrived. Meanwhile, Herodontus and his platoon of twenty five men were racing towards the rear of the palace. A loud wail of familiar voices had caught their attention and they knew something serious was at hand. When they arrived there, the sight was one which Herodontus thought he would never witness in his lifetime. There upon the floor lay Achilles, his eyes were open, but were still and lifeless with not a single sign of the valour that this man projected with his very presence. An arrow was within his heel, piercing the flesh there and jutting out from the other side. How did this happen? How did our indestructible lord die? Demanded the warrior. One of the men from Achilles platoon presented Paris before Herodontus and said, He attacked the Lord from hiding. Coward! Exclaimed Herodontus and with a long raise of his sword, decapitated Paris as his limp body fell. Nooo! Screamed Helen as she made her way towards Paris. Sir, we found her too. Said the other man, The Lord was forcing her to return to Lord Menelaus when he was struck down. Carry her and our Lords body. I am sure Lord Menelaus would be pleased with our success and honour the Lord Achilles for his valiant sacrifice. Said the commander. Upon the gates of Priams palace, the king of Troy was on his knees before Agamemnon and Menelaus, begging for mercy and sobbing. Where is she? Demanded Menelaus in fury. I dont know. He cried, Please have mercy upon my people. I have her! Cried one of the men in the distance as they forced the young girl wearing Helens circlet forth and before Menelaus. The lord Menelaus after studying her features made no effort to hide his fury as with one clean swipe of his sword, he decapitated the sub-commander of Herodontus platoon. I demand Helen, I want the whore. This is not her! Exclaimed Menelaus as he raised his sword to kill the young girl and end her existence. STOP! Exclaimed the familiar voice of Herodontus I have her, my lord! Menelaus gazed up in awe when he saw the sight of Herodontus dragging Helen along the gravel stone, tugging her by her long luscious mane of hair along the rugged path, Here she is, she was trying to elope with Paris again. Our Lord Achilles caught her. He died at the hands of Paris who struck him from behind. Explained the warrior Herodontus. Menelaus ignored his words, his eyes fixated upon Helen as he picked her up and gazed at her with malicious delight. Name your prize, my brave warrior, name your prize! He exclaimed as he gazed at Herodontus. My lord, your honour is all..... He paused when he witnessed the girl standing beside Menelaus wearing Helens circlet and instantly recognised her to be the same girl he had vowed to claim earlier. The nefarious king grinned at the gaze of the warrior and ordered, Take this girl and ready Lord Herodontus quarters. She shall be his prize tonight.