You were a small child when the war began, and despite being a part of the royal family in Troy, with your father the Prince Hector, things were still tough. The economy had been suffering, and there was plenty of political unrest in the city, where the population had grown to be too large for such a small city.

Even so, you managed to enjoy the simple pleasures of life inside the palace walls. You took in the customs and traditions of your family, and learned how to rule (if you ever got the opportunity to).

These times didn't last forever, and unfortunately. When you were barely a teenager, your father died, and that's when things started to fall apart. Not long after, Troy was invaded by the Greeks.

As you franticly ran through the halls of your family's palace, you sought out both your mother, Andromache, and your baby brother, Astyanax. You were unable to find either of them, nor did you find a great hiding spot that could shelter you from the invading Greeks.

You rushed back down the corridors of your palace, eager to avoid being spotted by the Greeks through the windows or doors. As you ran, you noticed that flames engulfed much of the city outside, and that the Greeks were now closing in on your palace.

You quickly hid yourself in a small corridor, staying out of sight unless someone were to come down the long hallway. Soon, the sounds of shouting and running started—the Greeks had arrived.

A solitary setof footsteps drifted down the corridor close to your hiding spot. You cautiously parted the curtains and peered out, catching a glimpse of a soldier with wavy red hair, the color resembling the flames that had engulfed the city, peeking out from beneath the helmet atop his armored head.

The boy made his way down the hallway slowly, sword in hand. As Pyrrhus drew closer to your hiding spot, his footsteps suddenly came to a halt, leaving only the sound of his breathing to fill the air. Through the gaps in the curtains, you could make out his outline and knew that he could likely see you as well.