This is a picture of my lovely hometown. I lived there with my parents as a young child. I was an only child. Both my parents have dies. So now, the only person I have is Menelaus.

This is a picture of the horse. The Trojan Horse!

My wedding dress made by Nausicaa

This is my beautiful wedding dress made by Nausicaa!!! You should see her other things! the are pretty. The silk is so soft. I believe I have the most amazing dress in Greece. If you hadn't guested already, I am re marrying my beloved Menelaus!

Ta Ta for now!

P.S. if you would like to see Naucicaa's other things go to http://nausicaasisland.blogspot.com

<3

The War is Over

All is destroyed. The Trojan Horse shall live forever, the story of how the Greek men hid in the horse, the Trojans took the horse into their city as a present, and how the Greeks jumped out of the horse in the night, and destroyed Troy. They set fire to everything. The houses, the trees, the people. I was hiding away in the palace when a Greek soldier barged into my room. He took me back to Menelaus, my loved one. The curse apon bme that made me fall in love with Paris has finally broken. I AM FREE!!!!

Everyday is like a raindrop, they always come and you never know when the last one will be

Well the war is still going. Every time I think we are coming to a stop, another battle happens. An everlasting thunderstorm...

Ok well each time I decide I will run away, I sort of chicken out. Sooooo that's not going to work for me. Oh well, back to the drawing board!

Well I must say that time doesn't go by fast in troy. Life is boring. I can't stand the waiting any longer, I am going to run away!

It is only your heart I care About

I have put everyone in danger. My selfishness. I could not look past my emotions of happiness to be with him, the one line,"It is only your heart I care about" that he spoke to me that swept me off my feet, to see that by running away with him, my new home would be torn to pieces. It has been four days now that we have been in war with the Greeks. Troy against my hometown, my father leading the army to my destruction. The brave men that run out onto the beach, I watch them fall as Greek arrows pierce their hearts. And poor Paris, his own brother killed and dragged away without a funeral. Today, I am standing out on the palace balcony, hoping, praying that soon this will be over. I will never forgive myself for my decision to run away with Paris. Everyone in Troy acts nice to me, but I know they talk about me behind my back, that they are blaming me for the war. I don't know what to do. Sometimes at night I wake up screaming, because Menelaus haunts my dreams, killing Paris over and over again, and imprisoning me, letting my starve to death. I sometimes think that I should just run away, Paris and I. But then I would be a coward, and everyone would hate me more. I don't know what to do! HELP!!!