Diomedes

Diomedes had never felt this happy in the past 10 years. Everything would be over soon, in no time he would be back to Argos, maybe even have a drink with Odysseus like old times. He needed to focus on this, this was the key to go home, his heart racing in anticipation, everything was quiet on the hollow wooden horse as Trojans moved the horse to the city gates. One could hear the noises from the celebration, the loud music, the people drinking, the laughs. He got a glimpse of Odysseus smiling as the horse stopped moving: it was time. The first kills were pretty easy since Trojans were distracted, too focused on their celebration and not expecting at all the attack. Soon people were screaming, soldiers attacking. Diomedes attacked everyone in his way with easiness. As the bloodshed was almost ending he made his way to the palace, opening every door looking for threats. He walked into a room, looking around, his guard up. To his surprise he found someone hiding...a Royal??