Trojan Horse

Since I really have nothing to say about my current life I thought I'd share a story I did for school recently. The assignment was to retell a Greek myth and make it have a Christian theme. I did The Trojan Horse and it was quite difficult so don't jump on me too hard if you don't like it. (haha) This is just part one due to the fact that it's rather long. I'll post the next two parts Friday and Saturday. Enjoy. (Hopefully ) :)

A Retelling of The Trojan Horse
Demacus patrolled the city of Troy, his body near to collapse with exhaustion. How long had this war against the Greeks been going on? 9 years? 10? He couldn’t remember. All he knew was that for almost a decade he had been a devoted soldier to the city of Troy, and now he wanted more than anything to desert. He missed being able to spend time with his wife and three children. He seemed to be always patrolling, always scanning the horizon for Greek soldiers. He smiled faintly remembering trying to explain to his eldest son how the war had started. Paris, son of the king of Troy, had fallen in love with Helen, wife of Menelaus King of Sparta, and had kidnaped her and taken her to Troy. The Greeks, filled with rage at what had occurred right under their very noses, had fitted out an army and headed to Troy. It had gotten so utterly stupid in Demacus’ mind. It just didn’t seem fair that the people of Troy had hardly any food because of the Greek blockade around the city, all because of the selfishness of Paris. Demacus’ thoughts shifted as he heard the cry of the general. "Change shifts! Change shifts!"
Finally thought Demacus as he jumped up and headed toward his home to get a few needed minutes of sleep. He needed something to get him going. "Coming, Paris?" he shouted to a friend of his who unluckily shared the same name as the prince who had started the whole bloody war affair. Paris possessed completely opposite characteristics than Prince Paris. He was selfless, forgiving, kind, and had been a soldier for Troy even longer than Demacus had. As the two men headed toward the town square Demacus sighed to himself. Would the Greeks ever give up?
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As Ulysses paced the floor inside his spacious home his brow furrowed in thought. Since he happened to the famous Greek general he had to think of a plan to capture the city of Troy, but what? How would he ever manage to rescue the beautiful Helen if he and his men couldn’t even get anywhere near the city gates? Even thought the Greeks had surrounded Troy the war had been dragging on for years now, and Ulysses himself was plain sick of the whole affair. So were his men. Pretty soon they might get so tired of fighting they might mutiny. He had to think of something and fast. Suddenly Ulysses stopped in the middle of his pace up and down the floor and snapped his fingers. It’s perfect he thought. It’s a very clever trick, but it could easily go wrong if we’re not extremely careful. I’m sure we can pull it off though. We have to, he reasoned, as he hurriedly raced out of his home and through the cobblestoned streets of Sparta. He had to tell his men about the plan. If they were going to get it done they had a lot of work to do.
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