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.