Warrior's Pain

“Warrior's Pain” is the title of the first chapter of "Adam Kurse, Trojan" a story very much in the works, but today, as I read these words, I thought to share them. So, I'm curious, would this introduction interest you as a reader to want more? I've always heard that how a story begins is the key to the story as a whole.

"Warrior's Pain"

The last remaining prince of Troy, Dius, the twelfth son of Priam and Hecuba, along with a handful of his brethren, relentlessly fought a squad of enemy warriors with every ounce of their being. As the prince gritted his teeth, he pulled his weapon in an upward swing and the blood-covered steel ripped through an opponent’s underarm flesh, severing the arm, rendering his enemy useless in battle. As the royal blade ended the enemy’s pain-filled screams, Dius’ angry curse words flowed through clenched teeth and another Greek warrior’s blood, splattered royal armor.

“For my brother, Hector, and the others, I take thy head! Die! Your foul odor offends me!”

Suddenly, Dius spun and his muscles painfully bulged almost beyond their limits as his blade’s swing crossed through another opponent's neck before moving to the next warrior charging toward him. With each swing and thrust of the heavy sword that he gripped firmly within his right hand, he continued to curse his enemy.

“Die, cowardly dogs of Greece! Die by my blade spawns of Hades and die in the mud as the piece of dog dung you have proven to be!”

Dius’ skin and bone alike felt the impact of the night as the dead falling upon the dead filled the courtyards before him. The sounds of metal striking metal, hardened steel slicing into bronze breastplates, and bones breaking from crushing blows surrounded his ears, causing his soul to draw into knots. His royal senses tingled, peaked for battle, and his heart pounded out a cry of sadness deep within his shielded chest as he witnessed so much death, so much hate, and so much wrong. All because of his older brother Paris’ desire for a woman he should have left alone.