How The Warrior Fell
Okay guys, I decided to write another story. The thought just came to me one night and I couldn't get it out of my head so I decided to write it down. I would really appreciate your feedback. By doing so it would determine if I continue writing the story.
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There a few things that still remains in this world that has been the same for thousands of years, pride and women.
Women were, and still are, expendable. They might have more worth then they did back then, but they are still treated the same. As a possession, a weakness
Pride always was what determined a man from a warrior. Pride has always been a man's most powerful possession. Pride was the weakness of all men. But if you truly think about it, pride and women are one of the same.
A perfect example of that is the famous Trojan war. Paris was captivated by Menelaus wife, Helen whose beauty was only second to Aphrodite, the Goddess of love.
Paris's lust and love for Helen overcame him so much that he had to have her for the rest of his life, so he took her. Furious of Paris capture and Helen's betrayal, Menelaus went to his brother Agamemnon to go to war with him, and bring down Troy. Not because of his love for Helen, because if one thing was certain, it was that he did not love his young wife. He went to war because of his pride.
Paris hurt his pride by allowing a guest into his home take his lovely wife.
So, what happens if you put pride and love together?
Well, the answer to that is simple,
It will be your downfall.
I know this because I was his. I was just a girl from a small tribe, and he was the fiercest warrior of them all. He was Achilles, and I was his heel.
I was his Helen.
My name is Leawyn, and this is the story of how I brought a man to ruin.