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an: once again just wanna give a sneak peak; this time what's to come in Act Four. Love love LOVE the commentary and interaction I've been getting.❤️ Still can't get over people are actually reading and liking my work😭❤️
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W̶a̶r̶r̶i̶o̶r̶; EPIC: The Musical
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"IS THIS ALL THE MIGHTY GREEKS HAVE LEFT?!"
You and Penelope turned toward the sound, your gazes settling on Paris as he stood atop the walls.
It seems even with his people cornered and bloodied, the Trojan Prince's arrogance remained undeterred. His bow was slung lazily over his shoulder, his golden armor gleaming in the light as if mocking the blood and dirt-streaked warriors below.
"PATHETIC!" he spats. "YOUR GREATEST HERO LIES BENEATH THE EARTH AND STILL YOU FOOLS MARCH TO YOUR DEATHS!"
Penelope's chest heaved with exertion, her eyes narrowing in pure disdain as she watched the Prince continue his jeers. "Funny he thinks himself untouchable," she mutters.
You hummed in agreement as your gaze never left Paris. His voice grated against your skin like a dull blade, but it wasn't until his next words that something in you snapped.
"ACHILLES FELL LIKE THE COWARD HE WAS!!" Paris bellowed. He lifts his arms wide as if to invite the Gods themselves to hear his blasphemy. "TELL ME GREEKS—HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW YOUR SO-CALLED INVINCIBLE WARRIOR DIED WITH AN ARROW IN HIS HEEL LIKE A WOUNDED DEER?!"
Penelope's eyed widened before she snapped her head toward you. The light in your eyes had vanished completely, instead replaced by something cold.
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"Why come to me?" she found herself asking. "There are better healers in the palace, royal physicians—why me?"
Her back was to him but she heard the strained chuckle that followed. "Believe me..." he rasped, pausing to catch his breath, "...I wouldn't have." His voice was weak but the words cut deep. "The prophecy said...it had to be...you."
Oenone froze. The herbs slipped from her still fingers, landing with a soft thud on the floor.
A...prophecy?
Not love...
Not regret...
Not because he wanted to be with her...
Not because he loved her...
But because of a prophecy.
The blow from his words knocked the breath from her lungs. She turned slowly, her eyes burning with unshed tears as she stared at him. But this time it wasn't grief—it was rage.