Books Thirteen through Fifteen

Hera Seducing Zeus
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Hector has speared the man rumored to be Poseidon's grandson, Amphimachus. At least that's what Hector said. Who knows what the gods will do about this one.

Apparently Apollo knew something about it. Another dream led me to believe that Poseidon gave Idomeneus the power of more strength, and that's exactly what we don't need for us. Oh Hector.
Another eagle appeared in my mind; it rested on Aias's right, which meant that the power of war now favors the Greeks. That rock at the bottom of my stomach is growing in size. Though, I don't get it, even with the favor of war on the side of the Greeks, Agamemnon, in my dream, wanted to sail on home. That is until Odysseus told him he was nothing but a disgrace and coward.

Apollo, the great god as he is, lets me in on all of the happenings on Mt. Olympus as I have expressed before. Yet again, I succumb to the tales he tells in my sleep. It's so tiring after a while, for I feel like I'm doing nothing but watching a soap opera performance down at the Colosseum theater in the heart of Troy. A wife, played by Hera, seduces her husband, played by Zeus. The stereotypical husband that he is falls asleep right after they lay to bed, (okay, okay, he's lulled to sleep by Sleep so it's not entirely his doing). Though, this was only part of her scheme. This allows another man, played by the god, Poseidon, to sneak out and assist the Greeks in war. Zeus, of course, is mad when he awakens, but the climax fails to heighten, for all Zeus does is order Poseidon to leave battle. Oh, he mentioned that Hector will die after killing Patroclus.

Wait.

My husband.

Hector..

Dear, sweet, Hector...

I woke up and flew towards the wall so I could see the fight down below. I see Apollo had allowed us to plow through the enemy by covering their trench over, but my dear Hector was in battle. In battle with Aias. Well, kind of. Aias had his bow aimed at my husband, but thankfully the bowstring snapped. Thank you, dear Zeus. You had to have been the one that snapped it and allowed my dear husband to breath a few more days.




Lattimore, Richmond, trans. The Iliad of Homer. Chicago: The University of
     Chicago Press, 2011. Print. This book was the base of which I got the
     majority of the information in my characters blog post.