When I was very young my mother disguised me as a girl and sent me off to Scyros in hopes that I would never go to Troy to fight because she thought I would die. While I was disguised as a girl I learned a lot of weird things about them. Being a girl is hard. I had to take so much more time getting ready like all the other girls making myself look "presentable", I had to endure their little chit chats about the guys in town, and I had to endure all the gossip of what was going on in Scyros. I couldn't take pretending to be a girl, I wanted to be known as a man. Eventually, I was found out by Odysseus. He saw that I gravitated to manly things like swords and shields. I traveled with him to Troy where I fought with the Greeks. This changed my life, and I couldn't contain my joy.I finally got to be a man and do things that men do.
I was once a little boy and innocent. My mother never told me I was destined to fight. I had to put up with a lot. My mother dressed me as a little girl and wouldn't even tell me why. It was like I was a secret.I don't blame her, she didn't want me to die just like I don't want my son Pyrrus to die. She loved me. I didn't know what I wanted to do at that young age but I did know I wanted to be known. I was intrigued by the look of swords and shields. I immediately gravitated to the swords and shields which resulted in giving my cover as a girl away and gong to war with Odysseus. I have seen war and I despised it because you see men falling dead. I heard that Paris had taken and abducted Helen. This was wrong and I wanted to do something about that. Also, I wanted to prove myself. I didn't want people to think of me a girl. I needed to do something for me I was pretending to be a girl for my mother but I wasn't doing anything for me. I am here and I'm going to make myself known, do something good with my life, and I loved weapons. I wanted to do something that I loved and that I was passionate about. I felt like this was what I was meant to do. This is why I fought.
This is my best friend in my armor. His name was Patroclus. Notice how I said was, that is because he is dead. He died in my armor. I allowed him to use my armor after I refused to fight for the Greeks any longer. He had my back the entire time when I fought.I shared with him stories of my past, he shared my pain, and he was my one and only friend that was a boy. He meant the world to me and to have someone take him away from me and kill him, ripped me apart. So out of anger, I killed Hector, the man who killed Patroclus and dragged him through Troy on a chariot. I know that was mean of me, but he killed my friend. Besides, he shouldn't try to kill me. He should have known better. Nobody will ever kill the ones who I care about or me, because I will seek justice - and that was justice to me.
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