The Huntress of Troy: Helen of Troy

By William Buccannan

You have heard the stories of Helen of Troy. The stories of the woman who launched a thousand ships. Some tell the story that she was an innocent victim caught between two kings who wanted to possess her. Those stories are lies. I will tell you the true story of Helen of Troy. My name is Helena my story begins when my mother had taken ill and was lying on her death bed. Some of the elders and Physicians in my fathers court thought it may have been the pox that killed my mother, but I knew better.
I knew it was witch craft that had taken my mother from me. My father would disappear for days to the temple of Athena to pray for my mothers good health. My mothers health continued to worsen as she became bed ridden and rail thin in a matter of months. The castle was overcast with despair; everyone knew that my mother was dying. Everyone except me, I still had hope that whatever witchcraft that had befallen my mother would soon be lifted.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499002270

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CHAPTER ONE

You have heard the stories of Helen of Troy. The stories of the woman who launched a thousand ships. Some tell the story that she was an innocent victim caught between two kings who wanted to possess her. Those stories are lies. I will tell you the true story of Helen of Troy. My name is Helena my story begins when I was eighteen years old and my mother had taken ill and was lying on her death bed. Some of the elders and Physicians in my father’s court thought it may have been the pox that killed my mother, but I knew better.

I knew it was witch craft that had taken my mother from me. My father would disappear for days to the temple of Athena to pray for my mother’s good health. My mother’s health continued to worsen as she became bed ridden and rail thin in a matter of months. The castle was overcast with despair; everyone knew that my mother was dying. Everyone except me, I still had hope that whatever witchcraft that had befallen my mother would soon be lifted.

I had just celebrated my eighteenth birthday. It was a sad and somber time for me and my family. I did not fill much for celebration when my mother was gravely ill. One evening while the servants were finishing up their chores, I padded into my mother’s bed room to see her lying in her bed helpless to the world. I try to be brave as I stood in the door way watching my mother wondering what I could do for her to make her better.

I was stricken by the fact that only a few short month ago my mother was attending to her daily chores as mistress of this castle. My heart sank as I watched her waste away. I thought this to be the cruelest act of the gods to take my mother like this.

Helena? Is that you child?" My mother called out from her bed.

Yes, mother it is Helena. I reply as I try and fight back my tears.

Come to me child and sit by my side. My mother beaconed as she held her arms out to me. I navigate my way to my mother’s bedside hoping that this was all some sort of bad nightmare that I would awake from.

I climb into my mother’s bed with her and I knew it was not a dream when I heard her wheezing and coughing up blood into a rag. My mother quickly takes me in her arms and gives me a tender kiss on the forehead.

My little Helena, you have grown to be such a beautiful young woman. My mother says as she held me tight and gently stroked my head.

I want you to promise me Helena. Promise me you will look after your father the king, when I am gone.

Please mother, don’t say such things. You will be here to take care of my father and we will be a family again.

No, my love it is time for your mother to make her journey to Elysian Fields. My mother’s words struck me as I felt tears rolling down my face. I look up into my mother’s eyes and I see a lost expression on her face. I could see she was trying to be brave as she forces a smile.

Helena, before I die there is something I must tell you. My mother says as she pulled Me away from her and looked me squarely in the eyes.

My mother’s words puzzled and frightened me at the same time. I gazed into her eyes and I see shame in her face she pulled be back to her bosom.

Many years ago when I was quite young. I was just a little older then you are now. My mother began as she paused for a moment and pulled me away again to look her in her eyes.

A stranger came to my father’s court. He said he was a traveler who only wanted a bed and food for the night.

This stranger was handsome and well-spoken and cultured like no one I had ever known. My mother says as she gently stroked my face.

She quickly looked away when my eyes met hers. I could see tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to fight the pain she was feeling. I sat there silent as my mother continued her story.

My father threw a grand feast for the stranger. We sang we ate and the stranger would tell us endless tales of his travels.

Who was this man mother? I asked puzzled by my mother’s story.

Patients my daughter, I am getting to that. My mother replies as she takes me in her arms again.

It had gotten late and we all retired to our own bedchambers.

It was very late and I thought I had heard someone enter my bedchamber. I light a candle and called out but there was no answer at first.

I started to scream but he stopped me by spinning one of his many tales. We sat and talked for a while and before I knew it I was in his arms making love.

I had awakened the next morning to find he had left my bedchamber like a thief and my father’s castle.

The oracle of Delphi came to my father and she informed him that he had a visitation by the King of all Gods Zeus.

Mother are you telling me… I started as my words trailed off and I started to think better of asking my question. I gasp in surprise realizing the meaning of what my mother was telling me. I start to feel sick to my stomach and also elated knowing that Zeus was my father.

Yes, my dear Helena. The great god Zeus is your father. May the gods help us both?

My mother replies as she leaned back on her pillow looking tired and out of breath.

My face glazed over with shock and I sit there still trying to grasp what my mother was trying to tell me. I felt tears roll down my face when I realized the man I had called father for so many years was indeed a stranger. I turned away from my mother in shame not wanting her to look at me as I struggle with the emotions stirring inside of me. My mother put her hand on my arm and squeezed it to let me know she was still with me.

Helena I was betrothed to Tyndareus many years before Zeus came to me. He still married me even when he found out I was pregnant with you.

He is your true father Helena, not Zeus. My mother replied and I turned around and saw tears streaming down her face. Mother please don’t leave me, I will do anything. I will pay any price Zeus or any other Gods will want me to pay to keep you with us." I cried as I buried my head into her bosom

Don’t cry my darling child I will be looking after you and your father. My mother cried as she leaned down and kissed the top of my forehead. Before I knew it the servants whisked me away and ushered me out of the room. As I was leaving I saw a group of servants swarming around my mother tending to her dying body.

I walk back to my bedroom my face was twisted in agony and my heart rung with a deep despair. I struggle to understand why this was happening to my mother. A woman who was kind and loving to everyone she had ever met.

The entire night seemed like a dream to me. I kept thinking I would somehow wake up from this nightmare and my mother would be all right. I kept telling myself my mother was not lying in her bedchamber dying from some horrible unknown illness?

The more I told myself these things the more I could not deny the awful odor of death emitting from my mother’s body. She would lie there in her own excrement until the servants cleaned her and her breath smelled of death itself. It was a foul horrible odor that I could not describe even if I wanted to. I walk into my bedroom and crawl into my bed and cried myself to sleep. I had no idea that very night my mother would take her last breath.

CHAPTER TWO

My mother’s funeral was attended by the entire Spartan Kingdom. All wepted for my other who was beloved by the entire kingdom. I stand before my mother’s grave crying uncontrollably. I looked over at my father and he became inconsolable as his beloved wife was sent to Elysian Fields. I tried to listen as Homer the great philosopher and scholar make his eulogy and I tried too sound more clever and deep then he really was. The old fool did not know my mother he only came to this event for the free feast at her wake and the hopes of making a name for himself.

I looked out on the crowd and see the false emotion on some of the mourners. I became enraged as I realized that some of these mourners were old enemies of my family. Two of those enemies were King Chalcedon and Menesheus of Athens. I look up from my grief only to see King Chalcedon leering at me lustfully. My grief quickly turned to rage when my eyes met the King’s eyes. Has he no respect why does he stare at me so? I think to myself as I give him a cold stare and my face takes on a hot scowl.

My father looked up from his gaze and he sees King Chalcedon staring at me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and gives the king a look of warning. King Chalcedon only stared back at my father with a nasty grin as he walked away from the grave site.

Homer finished his speech and the people started to slowly go their own way. I watched puzzled as some people walked away in silence and other walked away commenting about Homer’s wonderful speech. I saw my father’s face twisted in anguish as he stood there motionless over my mother’s grave. He wails as large tears stream down his face and his eyes became puffy with redness.

I felt my father’s anguish. I wanted to reach out to comfort him but I just did not know how. My father see’s my face and watched me struggling with my own anguish. He grabbed me and takes me in his arms and held me tight to his chest. We walked back to the castle in silence as he continued to hold me close. We walked for what seemed like an eternity until we finally reached the palace.

The servant served us food but I had little appetite for food. It seemed whenever I looked at a plate of food something reminded me of one my mother’s favorite foods. I just sat in my room for the rest of the day crying and thinking about how beautiful and king my mother was. I started to feel emptiness in my soul that nothing could fill ever again. The time of mourning went on for weeks after my mother’s death. My father refused to hear any cases that came before him and he forbids any merchants from selling their wears in the local market.

I would overhear the servant with their god awful pity at how destroyed the king was over losing his beloved Leda. I had awaked like most mornings but on this day had turned out to be a somber one when I ran into my mother’s room only to discover she was not there. I walked about the castle in a daze still not believing that my mother was really dead. As I walked near the courtyard I could hear voices in the distance.

I peeked over the balcony only to see a group of maids doing the morning wash in one of the fountains. I could hear them talking but they did not see me as and crouched down behind the balcony wall to listen to everything they were saying.

The king has been destroyed by the Queen’s untimely death. One of the maids says.

Yes, I hear he has refused to do any of his kingly duties and he has shut himself up in his room.

Poor man, will he ever find anyone that will replace our Leda?

I am afraid it is not in the rune stones sisters. I heard a fortune teller say that the kingdom is in peril.

In peril, hold your tongue girl the king is a wise and just man. I have no doubt that he will snap out of this and be the king he was meant to be.

‘If only that were true. The seer says that the kingdom will be plunged into darkness and the king himself…"

Silence girl! I will not have you speak evil of against our king.

Here, here, sister. It would be wise for you to put more energy into your chores rather than listening to a foreigner who do not worship our gods. One of the other maids snapped.

That maybe but, the seer predicted the loss of the western kingdom and the death of our good queen.

You are a fool Madea. King Tyndareus will defend his boarders to the last man.

Not against witchcraft and not against the witch Aspera.

The women all gasp in unison horrified that Madea would utter the name of the dreaded witch of Ionia. One of the women slapped the young maid across the face for uttering the name that has been taboo to mention for decades.

"How dare you utter that bitch’s name? It is forbidden to mention her name in the company of decent peasants.

Madea looked up at the older woman with a face of appeal as if she were begging her pardon for mentioning Aspera’s name.

I meant no disrespect mistress but the seer says Aspera would beguile and win over the king and kill him.

"I felt my heart sink and my blood grew could at the mention of this horrible news.

No! No, it’s not true you are lying! You are lying! I stood up and screamed at the woman as I ran away in tears.

Now do you see what you have done? I will have no more talk of this Aspera or your seer Madea. The older woman demands as she ran after Helena and tries to comfort her.

CHAPTER THREE

"It has been a full month since my father started his time of mourning for my mother and it continued as my father sat in his room drinking and weeping for his wife. I was lying in bed when a strange sound awakened me out of my sleep. I sit up and the moonlight hits my fully nude young body. I had always slept in the nude since I discovered my body in more mature state. I walked past a mirror and see my fully developed breast high and firm as my slender young body glistening in the moonlight.

I walk down the hall to investigate the strange sound and I crept into the throne room to see my father sitting there drowning his sorrows in mead. My heart ached to see my father the king in such a state. I wanted to go to him but I did not know what to say to him to comfort him.

I was afraid if he had seen me it would only bring back so many terrible memories that it would push him over the edge. Everyone would tell me how much I looked like my mother. Seeing my father delirious with grief only made me want to reach out to him that much more. I wanted to tell him that I felt is pain as well and I too missed my mother. Hearing him crying made me feel like a cold fist had closed around my heart.

I would feel my own grief grow like a cancer inside of me as I stood there watching my father.

Father, Father, I am here father don’t cry. I said as I ran into his arms.

Leda? Is that you my love? He says as his face glazes over with shock.

No, father. It is your daughter Helena. I replied as start to take small baby steps towards him.

"Helena? He replies, blinking with surprise as he stood there staring at me as if he did not know me. He stepped down off of his throne and walked towards me and he reached out for me.

"My father ran his hand through my long blonde hair and he pulled me towards him and he takes a whiff of my sweet perfumed hair.

Leda, Leda you’ve come back to me. My father says as he pulled me into his bosom and held me tight. I looked into my father’s eyes and saw the joy in his eyes. I did not have the courage to tell him I was not my mother that I was his daughter. I decided to let him have one more night with his beloved wife

Yes my love it is I your wife. I replied, as I stood on my tip toes and kissed his cheek tenderly. My father takes me in his arms and he leaned in a kissed me full on the lips as his hands wondered all over my body.

I did not resist as I felt a bolt of lust sending shock waves through my body. My father kissed my long and tenderly as his tongue danced around in my mouth. This was not the first time I had kissed a man.

On occasion I would play with the servant children and we would play games. We would pretend to be one of the gods. I Aphrodite and one of my male friends would pretend to be Cupid or Hermes.

We would enact the story of their long passionate love affair and I would lean in and kiss him. I started to feel a rush of heat to my face as I stood there kissing my father. I struggled to keep up with him matching his tongue with mine but his kisses started to overwhelm me. I felt my knees start to buckle and felt faint as I tried to hold on to my father’s neck. Without warning he picked me up in his arms and he carried me out of the throne room and up to his bedroom. He gently laid me down on the bed and stood there with a glazed look in his eyes.

My father started to remove his tunic and his loin cloth and he climbed on top of me naked. I started to panic as I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through my body. I knew it was too late to turn back now I had to play this to the end. I laid there hoping my father would not hurt me and it would be over quickly.

I could feel him push his manhood inside of me as I started to cringe. The pain was lessened by the fact I fully lost my virginity by playing with a hair brush months earlier.

On that occasion I panicked when I saw all the blood on my sheets and I ran to my mother to ask her why this happened. My mother lovely took me in her arms and explained all the wonders of being a woman. She explained my natural desires would come in full bloom when I was older. Since I had never known the pleasures of being with a man I would have to maintain my purity and give myself totally to my future husband.

Keeping this thought in mind I laid back and decided to totally surrender my body and soul to my father’s desires. After all it was for a good cause. The cause was to comfort a distort man who greatly missed his wife. As we laid there making love I felt myself dissolving at my father’s touch. Hot waves of lust coursed through my body as he laid bountiful kisses on my tender young body.

My father and I made love most of the evening and into the early hours of the morning. It was tender and beautiful and loving as I lay beside him feeling grateful and satisfied. I turned over and watched the morning sun gently touch my father’s face. I felt myself wanting more of his tender kisses and his warm embrace. I leaned over and kissed my father on the lips to wake him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into my eyes and his face was covered with shock when he realized who was lying beside him.

By the gods, Helena? What in Hades did we do? My father shouts half angry and half embarrassed by our actions.

It’s alright father you were drunk and missing mother, so I decided to help you get over your grief. I replied as I leaned over and tenderly kissed my father again.

This thing we have done is not done in Sparta! My father shouts as he leaped out of bed in an indignant tone. I sit up my full womanly form exposed to my father as my naked double D cup breast hung in full view.

I threw my arms around my father and kiss his lips tenderly to calm him down. No one will ever have to know father. It will be our secret. I said as I tenderly kissed his face and stroked his silver hair. Now come back to bed, my lover. I teased.

CHAPTER FOUR

Days had passed since that faithful night and the days turned into weeks. During the day my days were filled with hunting and playing sports with my brothers. I would ride her horses bareback something without a stich of clothing on and wrestling with my brothers in the mud like a common brawler. My nights were spend making love to my father as we comforted each other on those lonely nights that we both missed my mother. I had come full bloom in to my womanhood at the tender age of eighteen year and unaware of how beautiful I had become.

I was unaware of the whispers in the castle as well as the city of people comparing my beauty to the great goddess Aphrodite. I had grown tall and quite lovely since my mother’s death. I was not conceded, I just knew that her place was to be mistress of this castle one day.

One evening while lying in bed with my father, I gazed into his warm eyes as he ran his hand through my long blonde hair. I lie there enjoying how he touched me as he softly caressed my body.

It is amazing how much you remind me of your mother Helena. King Tyndreus says as he leaned over and kissed Helena tenderly. She reached up and stroked his hairy chest and nestled closer to him trying to get warm.

You are such an amazing lover father will you allow me to stay at your side forever? Helena teased as she reached up and ran her fingers across his soft lips.

No Helena, I am afraid this is the last time we will ever be together. King Tyndareus said sternly as he turned away from her and got out of bed and walked towards the balcony. Helena was surprised and a bit hurt by her father’s revelation. She had thought she had proven herself to be an ample lover as she and her father made love for weeks without end.

Helena could see something was troubling her father by the way his shoulders slumped when he walked.

Father what do you mean this is the last time we will make love? Haven’t I been a skillful lover to you? Helena asked as her voice start to crack and tears start to roll down her face. King Tyndareus did not answer he only continued staring out the balcony window lost in thought. Helena climbed out of bed and walked towards him and she gently take his arm and turn him around forcing him to face her.

Helena this thing we are doing is forbidden by Spartan law. King Tyndareus says with tears in his eyes.

To Hades with the law father. I love you and I want to give myself to you whole heartedly when we make love. Helena replied forcefully. She takes her father by his arms and tries to shake some sense into him. She tries to make him admit how he really felt about her.

It is wrong. We were only comforting each other at first now it has turned into something far more then we both realize Helena. King Tyndareus, says as he swept Helena’s hands away from his body and he walked out on the balcony.

Father do I not make you happy? Helena, whines as she leaned on his back and started crying. She could feel her heart shattering in thousands of pieces as King Tyndareus tried to allow her some dignity.

Yes, you do, but Helena you are my daughter and I your father. This can never be between the two of us. King Tyndareus, replied as he grabbed Helena by the arms forcefully and tries and make her understand.

Zeus is my real father not King Tyndareus! Helena spit angrily trying to strike back at her father in some hurtful way. Without warning King Tyndareus slapped her across the face leaving a red mark on Helena’s face.

Helena gasp in surprise not believing that her father would strike her.

"I am the man who raised you from a baby and that makes me your father. That is