posted on May, 3 2005 @ 03:29 PM
Ten months. Tens months, and NOW this happens. My men, my faithful saw her first, and I didn't believe them. Would you? It was little things, at
first. I thought it was figments of their imaginations. We come back, the few, the precious few from that hell in Troas to find our home in ruins.
Knossos, dear Knossos, what did my brother do to you? We come home from Troy, and the city is in shambles. Criminals owned the streets. My brother
cowered in the palace like a child as my people suffered and starved. Worst of all, my sweet wife Phaedra...she was always drawn to men of power.
I slew her myself, rammed my spear through her gut and left her for the sun and the crows. My brother hung in the city square for three weeks. The
palace guard didn't offer too much resistance, and soon I was on my throne again. It took months to get the city under control again, but we managed.
All through it, my small core of veterans was by my side- Agripass, my first amongst heroes was promoted to general. We, the final few, rebuilt the
land we fought for. I remarried, and we all moved on. And now, it's all gone. Nothing but ashes and rubble remains of proud Knossos. And it's all
At the beginning, it was small things. Things moved on their own when you left the room. Phaedra's voice echoed down dark halls at night. Her scent
- the lilac perfume she wore at our wedding- filled my bed chamber every night for months. It didn't matter the incense I burned, or how clean it
was, the scent would not leave. After awhile, I gave up and accepted it. It bothered my new wife to no end. She complained, I ignored her, and ruled
Then I saw her. At first, it was an apparition. Phaedra reaching out to me in the dead of night, as I wandered the corridors of the palace. She stood
between two of the columns, translucent and horribly beautiful. Her eyes were wide, mouth open in a scream before she disappeared through a wall. I
was, of course, rather unsettled. I told Agripass to summon the priests tomorrow, and tried to settle down for the night. But sleep did not come.
The priest came, with their weak magics, and left soon after. They could do nothing to appease the restless dead, they claimed. She was was driven by
something well beyond their powers. I smoldered as they left, but soon calmed. I doubled the palace guard, only to find that many of my personal guard
were terrified. Voices came from the darkness, objects flew off walls at them. Everything came with one demand- a hushed, angry whisper of "Where is
My men were terrified, and I could not blame them. I was enraged at Phaedra's... insolence! No other word could describe it. I ordered all her
possessions, everything she had ever owned, dragged out into the courtyard and burned. That would banish her spirit, or so I thought. Was I ever
wrong.Her parents visited the grave the next day, and found it surrounded with claw marks. I shrugged it off- I didn't do anything, right? I assumed
they hadn't buried her deep enough, and had my guard haul them out of my sight. They screamed and cried and called down curses on me, but I didn't
care. I barely slept, I barely ate, and yet I ran a government.
Then, came the night I could finally sleep. I lay down beside my new wife, tumbled head over heel into the abyss. It was dark and lonely and that's
the way I liked it. Before long, I was awake again, howls of pain ringing in my ears. I sat up quickly, my wife holding me tight. Spotting a largely
ornamental sword hanging above my bed, I grabbed it and ran towards the howl. I heard other footsteps, rushing towards the noise. Rounding a corner, I
saw one of my guardsmen hurled into the wall before me with a sickening crunch.
She was there, fighting my men. Phaedra, or at least her half rotten shell, was holding off three of my finest as well as Agripass. Dessicated muscle
and yellowed bone were visible through rents in her grayed skin. The guardsman she had just killed had foolishly thought that by jamming his sword
into her ribs, he could stop her. He paid the price, his weapon still lodged in her as I approached at a dead run.
She saw me, and went berserk. Flailing wildly, she pushed through my men. Agripass himself fell, as her unholy strength caved his helmet in with a
single backhand blow. As his blood spurted from his head and down his neck, she cursed my name. Cracked claw reached for my face and she drove towards
me. I swept my sword in front of me as I back pedaled, severing one of her hands.
It cost two more lives to subdue the demon, as my soldiers rushed in and hacked Phaedra to pieces. The stench was incredible, and blood soaked the
walls. Still, she lived somehow, staring up at me with hate-filled eyes. She cursed and screamed to the gods for vengeance until I had enough. We
cleaved and hewed and chopped at her undead body until she stopped moving.
All of a sudden, we felt a great, looming dread wash over us. The ground shook and the sky wailed. I do not recall much after that- merely that I
managed to claw my way out of the rubble, to find my city in ruins. Now, I sit in this Mycenian hellhole, and repeat my story to any who will listen.
Come, hear how the great Minoans fell, because of the pride of their king.