This is Troy's history

A girl stood atop the gray stone battlements, staring out to the north. Her eyes glowed emerald green as diamond tears coursed down her cheeks. Her thick locks draped over her shoulders, falling down to her waist; it was the color of gold like the rising run somewhere to her right in the far distant east. The land was shrouded in thick fog that rolled in from the sea. Ships lay anchored in the haven, their tall masts standing like sentinels while their white sails fluttered on a sea born wind. Gulls wheeled in the sky, screeching their early morning calls.
"Milady?" a man had come up the battlement steps, his pale skin appearing even paler in the morning light as he strode towards her. His raven black hair glistened in the sun, the tips licking his shoulders. He was a pleasant faced man, tall, broad shouldered and finely built, with kind eyes and an easy smile. Yet there was always something more to him then that, she noted not for the first time as he came to stand beside her, his hands folded on the small of his back.
The top of her head came up to just below his shoulders, making her seem small compared to his great height. Her blue satin dress rustled gently as she shifted position ever so slightly. He was garbed in a simply black tunic, belted bout the waist with a leather sash and silver buckle. A long red cloak hung about his shoulders while the end that would have been brushing the walkway was draped carefully over his left arm. This man had come to her Father's kingdom but a few years ago, and still he puzzled her with his mysterious personality. It seemed almost impossible to get a full explanation out of him. But after so long, she had since stopped trying to get one. Let him be so mysterious for all she cared.

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...once and for all.


Five minutes. Five minutes of flight, five minutes to fight, five minutes to forget all the failures, the forgotten focus of living a life in a lie. Five minutes of waiting for the end to come, fully dead already but forever young.

Five minutes to realize that nothing amounts to much of anything, merely mockeries of magnetism, animal bright.

Pulling, pushing, drawing two together.

She made small sounds and he humored every one of them, settling a subtle touch to sooth nerves and alleviate fears.

He kept letting her go.

He kept lifting her higher and higher off the floor, and letting her go.

He kept acclimating her to fear. He kept letting her know that it didn't hurt to fall a little bit, as long as you could pick yourself up and start all over again.

A little higher.

A little stronger.

A little better.

Soon, he'd be able to let her go -- and when he did? She would not fall.

She would fly.