A/N: After reading all those horribly delicious Troy slash, I decided to write one of my own hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: What can I say… I'm a fuck and run chick.

I failed.

My job was simple protect Troy, its people, and my family, but at the age of ten I did not know the depths of human fears. A fear that was awoken by the most precious member of my family.

Paris came quickly and quietly into our world, he came with the blessings of Apollo, who gifted us with a golden afternoon upon his arrival. He was so small, so very small. I was the first of my siblings to hold him I was afraid to move, afraid that I'll drop him, because I wasn't used to holding anything so fragile before. I am use to handling swords, knocking down my opponents in training, running through the palace halls carelessly knocking down expensive vases knowing that it could be easily replace on my father's command. But Paris was special there will never be another person like him. I remembered Cassandra tugging at my tunic and I kneel down so that she could have a look at our new brother, but the second her finger tips brushed Paris hair the tranquility was broken. She screamed out that he'll kill us all and kept screaming for us to kill him Mother manage to calm her hellish cries, but not before the damage was done. The following week I discovered that Father planned on abandoning Paris, and so I did what any brother could do I begged and pleaded until Father withdrew his decision. I manage to kept Paris with us for five years, which I witness his first steps, heard his first words, felt his first broken heart. For five years Father had heard Cassandra's rants, saw the fear in the people's eyes, and the nightmares that plagues him at night. I could not bring myself to hate Father because he did what any good king would do, he did it to protect Troy, but still I could not bring myself to not fell disgusted by him for what he did to Paris. He gave his son a life worse that death.

For fifteen years the people of Troy had been told that a beast, the curse of Troy , is imprisoned in the temple of Apollo, but I had not the strength to tell them that I had failed to protect the most fragile treasure of Troy.

TBC

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