The once proud Troy lay in ruins still ringed with high-flaming fires. When Paris had brought her there, the once great city had shone upon the hill, like a sparkling gemstone, a glorious place filled with laughter and love. Tears blurred her vision, and she remembered the blissful days she and Paris had shared. They had been all too few.
"There was once a world, or was it all just a dream," she whispered, and as she turned away, her tears fell into the wine-dark sea.
The End