Trojan Peace
From the movie Troy
The majestic walls of Troy stand, unbreached. Her bordering seas hum in tranquillity as the
city revels in an air of calm. Priam rests in a lofty tomb engraved in the sacred bosom of the
castle. Scamandrius has outgrown the cradle, meddling in the unfolding fate of the city. At
night, watching through the palatial oriel frame, Hector and his queen cast their proud gaze
over the horizon, drenched in the serene scenery. There is no siege or battlefield soaked in
blood, only fields of buried seeds blossoming into harvest. In Greece, the soldiers have
become slaves to pleasure—fat and battle-weary. Unwielded swords and unworn armour
collect dust, and the powerful king isn’t steered by untamed ambition. Achilles, strong but
unstoried, tells tales of what could have been had there been a battle. His Myrmidons lived a
full life, and a generation of men greyed with their wives whilst watching their children burst
into maturity. Helen, the beacon of beauty, lives shielded from the unsettling intentions in
Paris’ eyes. What if there were no legends, only peace? Will this still be enough?