While the war continued for some time, ultimately, sly Odysseus came up with a plan to breach the walls of Troy.  The Achaean’s built a giant wooden horse.  While some sailed the ships around to a hidden spot, others climbed into the horse and waited for the Trojans to come down to the beach and discover the supposed gift of peace. Accepting this gift, then took the wooden horse into the city and celebrated.   

Late that night, the Achaeans hidden in the horse came out, opened the gate allowing those had hidden the ships to enter and burned Troy.  Most of Troy’s citizens were either killed or enslaved.  Priam was killed and it is likely, Andromache, Hektor’s wife was taken as a slave, she was quite lovely.  It is just as likely that Hektor’s son, Skamandrios since the Achaens wouldn’t want to leave any royalty behind. 

An older, wiser Helen returned home with Menelaus.  Is he happy now? I don’t know.  Agamemnon made it home too.  While the bards will sing that he was killed by his unfaithful wife, I believe Clytemnestra had been waiting all those years of the war to seek vengeance for the death of her daughter, Iphegina.  That’s what I would have done.   

Speaking of losing children, I don’t know exactly when it happened because I couldn’t bring myself to watch anymore, but sometime near the end of the war, Achilleus was killed by Paris.  It was an arrow to the heel I’m told.  Ironic really, the worst of the Trojan’s killed the best of the Achaeans.  It is equally ironic that Paris managed to find the one mortal spot on my son; the spot where I held Achilleus while I dipped him into the river Styx.

I spend most of my time deep in the ocean now, away from Olympus, away from mortals.  The sadness of their lives eventually comes to an end.  My sadness; however, will go on forever.  Such is the nature of an immortal.   

 10.19.14 http://ancienthistory.about.com/cs/troyilium/a/trojanwar_4.htm