All Chapters of Lost to Time: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

"Wake up, Jessa!" Meena rips the blankets from me, exposing my warm body to the cool morning air."Go away," I mumble, rolling over to block out the sunlight peeking through the lacy curtains of the small Bed and Breakfast room window. "I'm on vacation.""Exactly," Meena exclaims, tugging at my pillow. "We're on vacation! How many times are we going to have the chance to witness a solar eclipse in Ireland of all places!""I don't think a solar eclipse is going to be any different in Ireland than it is anywhere else," I grumble. Placing my arm over my eyes."But I want to watch it from the Fairy Hill!" Meena prattles on while she walks over to the dreaded window and pulls open the floral curtains. "And who goes on a trip to another country and spends their whole day sleeping?!""Someone who's spent the last few years foregoing sleep to achieve her bachelor's degree." Finally giving up on the idea of sleep, I push my dark hair out of my face as I blink up at her. "What the hell's a fair

I am woken up by a sharp rapping. "Go away, Meena!" frustrated I can't sleep on my vacation. We went to fairy hill yesterday! What could she possibly want to do today that is so important?But the rapping on the door grows insistent. And then it hits me.I'm no longer in Ireland or in the correct century! Meena isn't here!I open my eyes in a panic, seeing nothing but blackness, and I am disoriented. Remembering yesterday's events, I recall I was in a small cell and a cook for a Prince and Princess of Troy!Stumbling in the dark, seeing a faint glow underneath the wooden door, I open it to a scowling Adrexa and Aeneas, both holding small oil lamps. "What?" I demand."You need to be up now to feed the house. Get moving..." Adrexa immediately stops."You were about to call me 'slut' weren't you?" I sigh."Get to work, Jessa," is all she says as they both walk away.I quickly close the door behind me and follow the tiny lights in front of me.A great start to a new day!I quickly learned

The days turned into weeks with infrequent skirmishes Braxius had to fight in. But as a Prince of Troy, it was his sacred duty. So I worried for him when he went to battle. I still cooked in the kitchen, the busy work keeping the thought of the city's imminent demise at bay.Who understands what really happened, right? I mean, the poem written by Homer is not based on Actual history.Polyxena was also stirring up trouble in the Queen's court. Bitching and moaning how a "worthless, slut, the cook could ever be decent enough to marry Prince Braxius."Her words through the servant grapevine.But I shrug off Polyxena's influence with Queen Hecuba. The Queen can hardly stand the whiny bitch herself from what was said through her household. The only reason why she tolerates Polyxena is that I'm their mutual enemy.Go figure.Queen Hecuba wanted Polyxena restored in the Prince's palace. But from what Braxius told me after a meeting with his mother, he confessed to her how Polyxena refused to