a/n: I was supposed to write this yesterday but something happened that made me just not be into it at all and just write poems in my "dreamscape". I was going to post a romance short story this week, too, but... I don't think that'll happen. ANYWAYS, this short story is more of some internal dialogue I would imagine Helen of Troy to have while she was looking at her reflection. I think it's so unfair that the people of Troy hated her, because in their minds she was a... degrading word that I will not call anyone, when she never chose to be part of this war. She never chose to be the catalyst of the war.
In case you're not familiar with the story, this is me explaining it!
Basically, Helen was the it girl of Ancient Greece and she had suitors from allllllll over the Greece. Even Odysseus wanted to take her home. But that's besides the point because our main boys in the love triangle are Menelaus and Paris. Menelaus was the king of Sparta, whom Helen married because he ABDUCTED her, and Paris, originally a shepherd who Zeus made choose whether Hera, Athena, or Aphrodite was the most beautiful goddess. And they tried to bribe him but he refused Athena and Hera, and accepted Aphrodite's bribe which meant that she'd help him seduce Helen. This is a whole soap opera. I haven't read the Illiad since I was like 10, so things are kind of blurry and I guess I should have reread it before writing in Helen's perspective but whateverrrrr, anyways while Menelaus was away he takes Helen with him back to Troy, ad thus the war starts.
As I said I haven't read the Illiad since I was 10, so this is not even fanfic coded since I don't remember the details quite well (it's almost been 8 years since then) and uhhhh that's it. Enjoy.
Keep your inner peace and forget boys. They're stupid and they make you cry and sometimes they even start wars and say that it's because of you but it's actually because of THEM! They're idiotic and they blame us.
Sincerely, a straight girl
Not going to lie, I have so much fun writing these author's notes because I get to write them in my speaking voice, I guess???? Like, I write them the way I would talk to you if we had a face-to-face conversation, opposed to my writing voice where I just let my feelings speak. It's fun!
28th August 2025
My fingers run on the sharp blade of Katoptris, my own eyes look back at me and I see how my tears start falling like a cascade. I wish I hadn't been stuck here. The people in the streets shriek in the town market, they wish I were dead. The people in the battle field are dying, and the blood on the ground should have been mine. I wish I would have stayed in Sparta, I would have been loveless. I would never blush at the sight of my lover. I would never be content. But no war would have started.
Better yet, I wish he hadn't taken me away. I have never asked Menelaus to make me his bride. Maybe I would have met my one true love, Paris, another way. Free from a husband whom I dread. Free from a war that is haunting me down.
O, wretched beauty, you're a curse! And now my Paris is off to war, facing Menelaus, and I know them both! In a combat, he'll be turned to dust.
And in vain I cry. For fate is fate and it does not listen to the cry of helpless women.