December 5th, 501 BC
Helen fell over the balcony of the palace, crashing into a few bushes. Her rag clothes were ripped, pale skin nearly covered with bruises. Blood dripped out of her nose and most of her raven hair was ripped up, rivers of tears flowing out of her amber eyes. She got up and ran as fast as possible. She looked as if she was a skeleton. As she ran, she could hear her master screaming for her to come back. But if she gets captured, she could be either brutally punished or executed.
Memories of her life as a slave kept flashing in her mind. When she got to the base of the stairs, she tripped and fell. She didn't have the energy to get back up, so she crawled her way to the top of a hill and entered the Temple of Zeus.
Once she was inside, she collapsed and crawled her way to statue of Zeus. Her vision was fogged as she tried to look at Zeus himself. She believed that he would end her misery and give her a new life in heaven.
She sobbed to the mighty Zeus. "Almighty Zeus……King of the Gods………I want my life……to end!"
When she made her wish, nothing happened. Not a gust of wind blew into the temple. Not even candles or torches lit up.
She screamed. "Kill me……Strike your lightning bolt…into my heart……let me be…with my family again!"
With no luck, Helen curled into a ball and sobbed even more. Then her eyes caught a glimpse of a knife lying on the floor. It had a sliver blade and a golden handle with red gems. The longer she looked at it, the more it became her friend.
She got on her knees, held it with both hands, and pointed the blade to her heart. She raised her arms high over her head as she about to strike her life. She closed her eyes and whispered. "Thank you, Zeus."
But with a quick speed, a mysterious figure in a dark cape emerged from the shadows, took its hand out and the blade went through it instead of her heart. Helen's eyes opened wildly and froze. She let go of the knife and tried to retreat not knowing who it was.
Then she turned her head to the figure's face and her eyes widen with awe. Under the hood of the cape was a young handsome male Spacer with winter white skin and his eyes were as blue as the Mediterranean Sea. He looked down at his hand with the knife still in it. With no pain, he pulled it out and blue blood came gushing out. He clutched his wounded hand as hard as possible and was magically healed, leaving no scar behind. Then he took off his hood to reveal his long white hair.
He slowly wiped Helen's face with his cape. He looked into her eyes and could see her life was horrible and wanted to change that.
Then Helen heard a couple angry women and soldiers running into the temple. Horrified, she hid under the man's cape. The women and soldiers barged inside and froze as soon as they saw him. The soldiers dropped to the floor as they bowed to him, but the women stood as stone statues.
The Spacer glared at them knowing they were the ones that nearly tortured this poor girl to death. He got up and walked towards them. His glare made the women's hearts beat as rapid as drums. They shook as if they were stuck out of the cold for several hours. Then holographic blades came out of his hands and thrust them into their stomachs. Then their bodies slowly turned into large hot charcoal and exploded, leaving nothing but piles of ashes. The soldiers ran cowardly out of temple, not daring to look back.
Once the soldiers ran away, the Spacer returned to Helen. She reached up for him as if she was an infant wanting her mother. She smiled as her eyes were reunited with his. The man smiled and got up her in his arms.
As he carried her out of the temple, he whispered into her ear, "Everything will be alright." He rubbed her cheek and she began to doze off. The last thing she saw was a ship hovering down from the sky.