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Sparta's halls were so grand they almost reminded Menelaus of home. Golden and filled with bronze, King Tandury's palace not home. And hopefully a place for them to stay for a while, if only Agamemnon would convice the king off sparta to take them in.

Why couldn't he go into the room with his brother?

No, he had to stay outside .

Well, Menelaus knows why.

It started when his sister woke him and Agamemnon. And she explained to him that he had to leave. That his father was dead and his stepmother had killed herself, and she was going to stay back to help Theistiy, to let the boys live in exile instead of killing them, but now they had to leave. Everything was so fast. Too fast.

The last thing Menelaus thinks he remembers is his sister saying, "Agamemnon, you must take care of the family. Do you understand? Menelaus is your responsibility now. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

to his frantically knotting brother.

And now he was in this almost home,

Waiting alone,

wandering, alone.  

"Are you our new problem?"

a slightly older girl then him in costly clothes stood in front of Menelaus.

Behind her, a younger girl in similar clothes.

"Yes," he answered quickly.
"You see, Iphthime, I was right, these Mercenary boys will be a problem for us."
"No," Menelaus screamed again, the words out running his thoughts.
"No? So you just lied? Well, that makes you worse. A Lair makes a horrible gust, does he not?”
The girl behind her started to laugh a little,  at these words from the older girl.

The sound is like a striking spell
"You're wrong," Menelaus tries.
"You think a Lairs make for good Gusts ?"

The laughter was no longer muffled.

Before Menelaus could get himself deeper into to this spiders web.

A loud, authoritarian, male voice began to hall through the room

"Penelope".

The ladylike laughter of cruelty, stopped immediately.

As the older girl ran away, the younger girl followed.

Menelaus looked for the source.

It must have come from the top of some stairs.

He found no old man.

Not even a young man.

But a girl?

She was about his age.

His savior begins to walk down the stairs, like the stone was formed for her feet to stand on. Her voice now sounding apologetic and

like it belonged to a girl. And that surprises the young boy even more.

“Don't worry about about my cousin, she is just mean to show off how much smarter she is. She isn't here much anyways. And her sister just wanes to watch.

Now he is face to face with this light-haired savior of his. Maybe a goddess, taken one the form of a little girl?

Maybe Artemis?

She looks nothing like the Statues of the huntress Menelaus has seen.

But the way she moves has something free and self-assured in it. So the boy thinks it's possible.

“I am Helene, and you are Menelaus?“

says not Artemis. Offering her hand, her light hair framing her face. It is beautiful.

So, Helene is this Goddess name? Well, Menelaus has not heard of a Goddess named Helene before. Then again, he has not shaken hands with a Goddess before. And yet ,he is doing it right now. Her skin feels very Human.

He nods in agreement, words seem to be his enemy today. Helene contenus

her vice filled with kindness like a river with water after it has rained for days.

“come, I'll show you around.”

So he followers the little goddess as she shows him the halls and corridors. Knowing better the to question the gods. His Savior explained everything. It is a nice place. He hopes he and Agamemnon can stay here.

They go around until suddenly they run into a girl. That somehow looks simulate to Helene and not. Her hair is darker, her face more queenly even at her young age. Something Helene has she simply has not.

“Clytemnestra, I was just showing our gust around. This is Menelaus, Agamemnon Brother”

Helene says filed with experiment.

“Why?” asks this Clytemnestra.

“Course he is a gust, and what kind off a Zeus Dauther would I be if I not show a gust kindness”

Helene explains as if there had this conversion before, A lot.

“what ever you think is right Helene” is all Clytemnestra says.

And just Gose.

Wow, the humans were really casual with the gods here. Maybe it was because of what happened to Apollo? Or maybe the dark-haired girl was another goddess. No, she looked human.

He listens and answers her questions about his home and family. After everything he says, she offers him a drink. He still has not found the words to thank her, so he tries again.

"Thank you for the lorry thing."

Oh, that was nothing, as he looked at her in amazement. She stared at his vice,

"Really?"

and she looked at her own face,

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. I'm sorry. I know people think I am creepy. I am."

"No, no, I am impressed."

"Really?"

"I've never seen that before, well done. How do you do it?"
"I don't know, I just do it. It is easier if you know the vise well or it has a quill. Like Penelope's dad."

"So that's what made her run away like a gose,"

Helene laughs.

"Penelope is more of a duck girl," is all she explains.

"So why could you do my vice? You haven't heard it much." "I like the sound of that," is all she says before suddenly,

Agamemnon stands before them. Pulling him in to a big Hug

"Tandyrus is letting us stay, Menelaus!... Are you Helen? Oh, wonderful, you have already met Tandrys Dauther.

Wait, Tandrys Dauther? She was human.

But she said her father was Zeus.

Menelaus was puzzled but happy.

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The boy had beautiful hair. He had Grace sparta of presents for some weeks now. 

And as the daughter Of Zeus she always tried her best with guests. That she may impress father. That he may be sent some sign of apovel. 

Like He did for Perseus or Herakles or all his other Mortal sons Like her Brothers even. Helene of course knew that she wasn't a Mortal son Of Zeus. 

There be No gloryes quest he help her one. She was a daughter. But a daughter of Zeus. That's what all said anyways. But what to expect for a Mortal daughter of the King of Gods ? All other Mortal child we're sons. All other daughters are powerful Goddesses, with powerful Goddesses to mother them. 

Only Leda Children Had crawled Out Of an egg. Different form all other unions of Mortal and Immortal.

The Priests and Prophets say it makes her differencent, special. 

Sometimes it makes Helen feel like a Freak of nature.

Something that should have remained in its hyacinth-colored eggshell until the World had some other only mortal daughter Of Zeus. Maybe even the King Of the Gods IS still trying to Figure Out what to do with a Mortal Girl. 

Maybe that's why her father Shows noncare for her. Then again she IS Young. Maybe IT will come once she proves herself Worth Like His sons.

Sometimes it Just makes her feel lonely. 

But since Menelaus has come, the loneliness has called her Name less and less.

 She likes having him as a playmated.

He is quieter than Clytemnestra and nicer than Penelope. And Near in age then her little Cousin. He likes her ideas, instead of not even hearing them because she has better ones. Like her Cousin dose.

And He has a Story that non off her Spartan Girls will Tell her. 

“My mother Aërope always feared the sea. Never like to be near it. Never even letters near the water. My sister once said it was because she escaped as a young girl. That her father wanted her drowned because He found her in some man's bed. That she escaped the sea, but not the fear. I think that's why my father head her drawned, when He found her in His Brothers bed. That she died filled with her greatest fear.”

Menlaus says, after she asked about his parents one day. They are shitting Back one Back in a hidden spot Off the Garden. Near the water, watching the sunlight dance on the little River nearby.

He is hiding from his average fighting skills. 

She from her average waving skills.

It's not nice Training with exceptional People. 

She Had been waving with all the women of the household. Slipping away as Penelope and Clytemntra tryed to outshine echouther. 

She had taken one look at her Rainbow cloth, IT wasn’t Bad, IT Just wasn’t AS good AS everybody else, and all wanted for work Had disappeared. Like water from a hot Stone.

Helene slipped away and Made her way to the Gardens. She wanted a break, Just a short one.

Coming by down looking Menelaus one her way there. And He was Essay enough to convince to ditch Training after losing to her Brothers all day. And even Agamemnon was too focused on winning, to knowdest.

“So your mother, do you Miss her ever ?”

She ask now playing with a poppy she found near her foot. 

“Sometimes, don't tell Agamemnon” 

Before she can say something to that, the Sound Off footstep comes ever so faintly to her Ear. 

“Hidde” she says and sinks in to Grass.

“You really think this IS gone hid us”

He ask beside her.

“I Hope, I don't Wanne Go Back to waving I am so bad at IT”

“Hey, you have don't Beat your self Up over IT You have Lots Off other skills”

“Like ?”

“You are smart, you can do vices, you are pretty”

“Pretty IS Not a Skill Menelaus, but Thank you”

Is

all she can say before the Someone IS towering over her.

Oh no