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[h2]A child's scream can be heard over the sound of burning and clashing steel.[/h2] 

And then, in the distance, a burning building collapses, and the scream can't be heard anymore.

 Greek soldiers march openly in the streets, and the gates of the city have been swung open, letting a steady stream of hard hearted soldiers flood into the city center. 
In a hidden corner of the palace, far from the bloody swords of Neoptolemus, two women, one young and another old, help a desperate looking Trojan tie down the last of the supplies to a cart. With a final heave, the grizzled soldier nods at the cart, and upon hearing the fresh clash of metal down the halls of the palace, runs off, spear readied. 

The older of the two women desperately hugs the younger for a moment. Two. She is jerked from her reverie when a man's voice rises in desperate begging before being cut off with a heavy whimper. 

She strikes the mule, and the cart stumbles away, an oddity moving through the burning city. 

Whether friend or foe see it first may determine the future of a bloodline.