Paris

//Rough draft/planning// __First diary entry planning__
 * agelaus perspective
 * Agelaus- chief herdsman told to take Paris and kill him
 * unable to kill a child
 * leaves him on mount ida to perish
 * suckled by she-bear
 * after 9 days returns to find the child alive
 * brings him home in a backpack
 * Hence Paris means backpack\
 * as a child he routed a group of cottle theives and restored the stolen cattle froom the herd
 * earned the surname Alexandra (protector of men)

//Actuall diary entry//

Dear diary, Remember all those years back when the king gave me his son and told me to slay him? I was so weak willed that day. I could not lift the weapon against that infant. I was killing a child and the king's son! I did not want to witness his demise so I left him on Mount Ida hoping he would perish. I waited nine days that seemed endless. When I returned to Mount Ida I found the boy alive. He was suckled by a she-bear. This child was special, blessed by the gods. I carried him home in my backpack and named him Paris after the backpack I carried him with.

I wanted to raise this child as my own. I wanted to be making my own amends for trying to kill him. And what luck I have to have him. He is strong, smart, and handsome. He has saved my cattle in the past. Thieves stole some cattle from the herd and while a child he routed the thieves and returned my cattle. I call him Alexandra now. He is the protector of men. I know he will be. He is gifted, I chose correctly for not killing him all those years ago. I see a great future for him. That insane prophet, Paris will never be able to bring the downfall of Troy. He is a kind boy he has no such evil thoughts floating through his head. I will keep him with me and I hope that he will never learn of his royal bloodline I fear that it might get to his head. I have to go now I left young Paris alone with the cattle too long, I fear what might happen if I let him run around too long alone. From, Agelaus

//Afterwords: I ran down to find Paris covered in mud. I scooped him up. He gave a big hug. I was covered in mud. We both laughed. I set him down and told him to stay out of trouble. He returned to his mud and continued playing. "Stupid prophet." I thought "Paris will never destroy anything. Except his clothes." I returned to work with a giggle.//

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