I waited in the dark portico of the temple, watching the chariot come to a halt in the forecourt. It carried a youth and a young woman, clearly brother and sister. I was certain now I had my prey. They were a handsome lot, Priam's children, and these were no exception. I knew all the king's older sons by sight, so this one, the youngest and the prettiest of all, must be the boy I was destined to kill.
Among the many prophecies about the war at Troy it was foretold that the city would not be conquered if King Priam's youngest son Troilus grew to manhood. And so it falls to the greatest of the Greek warriors to make sure that that does not come to pass...
A short story about a single choice causing confusion among the gods and changing the course of history.