The Round-About Way of Help

I remember one of the many obstacles we had to face was finding the city of Troy, to be precise we weren't so sure of its exact location and the best way to get there was to find a guide. In one of the many battles I fought there happened to be a kind named Telephus. As all of you know I wounded many people during the Trojan War and miserably he was one them. Telephus visited the oracle of Delphi that said "he that wounded shall heal," which meant I had to be the one to heal it. At first he threatened to kill Agamemnon's son if I weren't to heal his wound, this filled me with rage and I refused also knowing that he wouldn't harm Orestes. But finally  we came to an agreement I would cure Telephus' wound and as the oracle demanded he would return the favor by leading us to the city of Troy. Luckily one of the many teachings I received from the dearest Cherion was the art of healing and it greatly helped in such occasion.

The Death of Many

In those times I had everything I could have wished for. I was the fastest, bravest, largest, and most blood thirsty warrior at Troy. No man alive could stand my astonishing expertism or my horrible utter contempt for death. I use to be so proud to say that I killed hundreds, if not thousands of Trojans for the simple satisfaction it brought up within me. The Trojan War had made me an immortal hero and my gory prestige could not be beaten. Lamentably, this bloody reputation and violent character wasn't always very favorable, I was foolish enough not to realize that till later on in my life. But don't you think the Trojan War was all rainbows and butterflies, there was lots of bumps and obstacles along the way we had to face and swerve to finally obtain what we deserved. 

During the War..

During this time I captured twenty-three towns, I did most of the work in that so call the Trojan war. It all started with Helen ran away from her husband, Menelaos, to be with Prince Paris. All of Helen's past suitors fought for commitment to her father, who made all the men promise to aid his daughter if she was ever taken from her husband. I was never a suitor, my true reasons were passion and glory. King Agamemnon, my leader, promised fame and riches if we were to conquer Troy and I always hoped he was going to live up to his word. Unfortunately, a seer noticed a blood-red snake eating nine baby sparrows and the mother. This is suppose to symbolize the weakening of the Trojans for nine years but our victory on the tenth year. Though this seer was very knowledgeable, deep inside I wanted to believe it was going to be sooner. I did everything to please Agamemnon, I even went along with the fake marriage in order to appease the goddess Artemis. I thought I deserved the world but little did I know what was really going to happen to me.

A Decision Which Changed my Life

When I was a small boy, the seer Calchas prophesied that the city of Troy would not be able to be taken without my help. My mother knew that if I were to go to Troy I would die very young so she sent me to the court of Lycomedes; in Sicros, there I was hidden and disguised as girl. While I was at Lycomedes I had an unimportant affair with his daughter, Deidameia, who bear Pyrrhus, my child. Unfortunately my disguised was revealed by Odysseus, who noticed me admire the swords and shields unlike any normal maiden. Then I finally had to choose the course of my life: I could either refuse my calling for the city of Troy, inherit my father's kingdom and be forgotten or I could go to Troy and be killed but a also be remembered forever as a hero. Of course I wanted fame so I went to Troy with Odysseus and my best friend, Patroclus, leading fifty ships, each carrying fifty Myrmidons from my father's kingdom. At Troy, I became a very distinguished warrior, the best of the best in Agamemno's army!

The Beginning

Greetings my beloved mortals,

I am writing from mount Olympus, in order to explain the amazing but violent journey as an undefeatable warrior. I was born to Peleus, the King of Myrmidons, and Thetis, a Nymph. My mother was given to my father to marry only because Prometheus, the fore-thinker, had a prophecy that she would bear a son greater than his father. Obviously no god wanted to deal with such insult so, Zeus and Poseidon, who were once interested, made her wed Peleus, a mortal. My father tried to be good to us but he was very ignorant of the ways of the immortals. My delirious mother attempted to make me an immortal when I was very little, by anointing me with ambrosia and placing me upon a fire in order to burn away the mortal portions of me. This enraged Peleus who threw her out of the house and mother left to live back in the sea without telling father the small detail that fire had made me immortal. He then placed me in the care of  Centaur Chiron, who raised and educated me.