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Odysseus: Huh. Maybe if we build a big hollow wooden horse called the thing of guile, we can defeat the Trojans!
Euryolchus: Sure. Why don't we do that and completely give away our position?!
Polites: Come on! We're not even in their city! Besides, Odysseus is clever. He'll figure something out!
Odysseus: Ummm...
Polites: Right Odysseus?
Odysseus: Actually, I might need some time...
Polites: RIGHT?
Odysseus: Sure.
Odysseus comes up with a stupid plan, and it actually works.
Polites: I knew it would work!
I was standing by the salty spring in Athens, my home. People tell me that Poseidon and Athena fought over patronship of Athens, and Poseidon tried to win the Athenians over by giving them salt water. Poseidon is the god of the sea, and Athena is the goddess of wisdom and war. Athena gave us olive trees, a much better gift. But for some reason, I went there often and just stared over the lake, looking for something to appear. And today, something did. Because the lake was on a hilltop, you could see the ocean. And on that ocean was a Trojan ship. “THEY’RE COMING!” I shouted. The Trojans had been attacking us for the past few years, so we always had our guard up. Sometimes, young boys would yell, ‘They’re coming,’ and everyone would run to their homes. Because it was so serious, we couldn’t ignore them. So everyone that couldn’t fight ran to their homes. I stayed out and joined the line of fighters. The Trojans poured in, as usual, so we had to accept they would get some of our goods, again, as usual. But this time, instead of stealing the crops from farms, they started stealing everyone that could work. “DESDEMONA!” I turned and found my sister being dragged away. I dashed over to her and tried to get her out of the Trojan's grasp, but he was too strong. This man had been training for a long time with real trainers- while I taught myself at home.
“Stand back, girl!”
“This isn’t your place!”
“Let the men fight, Misery!” Misery. My name is Misery. Desdemona, my name, was given to me by my biological parents, whoever they may be. My parents talk about changing it every day. They hate calling me misery. I looked over to the man who said that. “Fine then! Let's see how you do now!” I shouted.

To be continued...
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Lazy Writer est 4/24/2008 Author Icon - Lo and behold, Athens started losing. Not that we were winning in the first place, but we definitely did worse. Few people could actually fight in Athens, so if one goes away, the battle becomes hopeless. But I left anyway. I had other things to worry about. I ran over to my parents; protecting them was my priority now. My sister had been taken, but I would not be an orphan again. Never again. People were being taken left and right, and all of them were able to work. I assumed the Trojans needed more workers, so they went to Athens to steal people away from their homes. To force them to work so they could win the war. I could not let that happen. I had to stay strong. My life depended on it. That was until I was knocked out. Then, my life depended on the gods being in my favor.
No more, though. I'll let you know when I publish the book.
Ju-Ju Author Icon - ok i will look for it. I think it's a good story!
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