Patroklus' Mind: Fictional First Person Account In Trojan War

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My face drips with sweat while riding the chariot across the velvet-colored muddy dirt. My heart was pounding quickly and constantly, almost jumping out of my chest. With the swing of my blade, my opponent drops to his knees, eyes rolling back. One Trojan slaughtered, many more Trojans to kill. This isn’t the end; this is far from the end. It’s time I prove myself to Akhilleus, breaker of men; it’s time I show him that I am worthy of wearing his armor. The only blood to touch this armor is the blood of Trojan soldiers and the brave men that fight beside me. With the swing of my sword, I slice the throat of another tired soldier. His eyes thanked me for dismissing him from the prolonging war. Next, my blade meets Pronoos’ chest, skimming past his shield; he crashes against the cold ground. Now sleep will comfort him, for sleep is the cousin of death. My time will come to meet with death, but not until I’ve finished what I came for! A smile unravels across my face while my chest continues to pound; the taste of blood is still fresh in the air. Meeting with Enop’s son, Thestor, a shaken boy, I quickly end his horror and agony. With a clean jab of my spearhead, his world was no more. One by one, more men met their fates by my hands; never hesitating until I’ve lost count. But why must Sarpedon, the grandson of Bellerophon seek me? He has underestimated me in his action to seek me, and therefore, will also meet his fate. I jump off my moving chariot screaming until my head has nearly burst. Oh Thrasydemos, I once believed that you were tough, yet you fall so quickly with my blade’s piercing to your underbelly. Sarpedon, king of Lycia, why must you be a drunken fool of the court!? Why the son of Zeus and Laodamia is merely flinging his... ... middle of paper ... ...the ground beneath my feet were no longer in balance. But I have come too far to retreat! I falter and suddenly the armor starts weighing my entire body down as I unsuccessfully gasped for air. I am now the game and the hunters are cornering me. My throbbing ears exploded with a continuous drumming sound. I pray for Athena’s assistance as I retreat with a panic. Hektor lunged at me with great force, knocking my entire body limp. My body is no longer responding back to my mind. My mind is yelling, almost begging to fight back and defend myself as Hektor stood above my body, glorifying over his weak moves. The words from his mouth jeered at me, why must he continue to curse me as I die? With all the air left within my lungs, I proudly reply, pronouncing that my death will eventually lead to his future death. The world turns black as I spoke and the light was gone.

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