Knelt down at the fronts of the gates of Troy, not by choice - no. He would never kneel to anyone but to Earth and his parents.

There he was once more, at this constant bloody scenery whenever he had done his job. Stabbed all over his body, swords and arrows alike, his heel shattered. His fate whenever he had done his job.

His face was fair, a direct contrast to all the blood and violence. He sighed quietly, finding himself back at the last moments of his life within the Throne of Heroes.