The End of Troy

"He spoke, and pulled the brazen spear from the body, and laid it on the side, and stripped away from the shoulders the bloody armor."

                -The Iliad of Homer

Never in my mortal life have I seen such a rage. Achilles the swift-footed has turned into Achilles the savage monster. I turn to the river and it looks as if it were blood itself, overflowing over the banks because of the log-like bodies that Achilles has thrown into the river. I watched from afar Hektor, Troy's greatest warrior, die a humiliating death. With no one left here to fight against us, surely the walls of Troy have fallen along with their Hektor the breaker of horses. Though Achilles has brought death upon the hands that ended Patroklos, he still hungers for more. As we prepare our troops for battle tomorrow, Achilles has been brought back to sanity once again by King Priam's words, and has granted the people of Troy a mourning period to bury Hektor. Surely, Achilles is as honorable as ever.

We have taken the city! But alas, Achilles has met his bittersweet end by the tip of an arrow to his foot. With the greatest Achaean gone, I have now taken his place. When I return home I will live a peaceful life, lest there be another great war, I will refrain from battle--for my equal has been slain by Achilles. And Achilles has been slain by Paris. There is no mortal alive that can match my strength or surpass it, so I will take my leave. Farewell, until the next time Achaea summons my strength.