Okay here we go. The final part.
Demacus’ house became a flurry of activity over the next few minutes. It had taken him quite a while to explain his whole reason for leaving to his family and it had been very difficult trying to convince his wife of the danger. After all, she had lived here her whole life and she most certainly did not want to leave now. Still, Demacus seemed to be very serious about the whole affair, and she reluctantly agreed to go along with his plan.
Demacus was growing more and more worried that the commander would wonder at his long absence and come to his house and investigate for himself. He paced up and down the street in front of his house impatiently, waiting for his family to finish their packing. Demacus sighed in frustration as he realized had no utter idea where he and his family would live now. Oh well he thought desperately. I’ll figure something out. At least I was able to convince Paris and his family to come with me. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Demacus, his family emerged from their house for the last time ready to leave.
Demacus’ wife turned to him one last time before leaving. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do? You have no proof that the Greeks are about to attack again? I mean what harm would a wooden horse do to us?"
Demacus sighed. "I just don’t believe that the people of Troy are doing the right thing. That Greek spy worried me. " He looked imploringly at his wife. "Just trust me." He hurriedly turned away and quickly led the way down the street where he met Paris in front of his humble dwelling. Together the two families hurried towards the emergency exit at the back of the city. Only the soldiers knew about it, and Demacus began feeling guilty about his desertion. What more could he do, however? As the families left the city very quietly and stealthily as to keep out of sight, Demacus heard the grunts and cries of the people as they heaved the horse into the city. He sighed and turned away. "Hurry!" he whispered. "We can at least make it to that rock shelter about a mile from here. We can do our main bulk of traveling in the morning."
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Early the next morning Demacus jerked awake to the sounds of screams and shouting. He stood up hurriedly and quietly kept away from his family’s camp careful not to wake those within. As he approached the outskirts of the city he gasped. The city appeared to be in shambles. People were running around screaming, and Greek soldiers were everywhere. Where had they come from? Terror gripped Demacus. As he turned to leave the city he felt a strong grip on his arm.
"Don’t worry, Demacus," whispered Paris urgently. "It’s just me."
"What are you doing here?" Demacus asked in confusion. "I thought you were back at camp."
"No time for that!" Paris whispered urgently. "We have to get out of here. I’ll explain on the way." He grabbed Demacus’ arm and began hurrying him back towards their camp.
On the way back to camp, Demacus got the full story from Paris. Paris had sneaked back to the city earlier that morning to pick up some important items he had accidentally left behind in his former home. Obviously, the city of Troy had been having a huge party beforehand, as most of the people were lying around drunk. As Paris started to leave he heard shrieks and grunts and saw the Trojan horse begin to open. From inside spilled many Greek soldiers fully armed and ready to attack. Soon they had captured the city. The Greeks hadn’t gone home at all. It had all been a trick. Even the spy had played a part. After capturing the city, the Greeks rescued Helen from Prince Paris and got her back to Greece.
Demacus sighed to himself as they reentered camp. "Funny isn’t it," he mumbled to Paris. "The people of Troy would have been perfectly safe if they had just stayed in their city and not brought the horse in. Was it their pride that caused them to do something so risky, or was it that something evil looked so good to them they had to have it? I don’t understand. That city served them well but they abandoned it. Now everything is ruined for them because of what they did. It’s as simple as that."
The End
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