Book 6

     I thank the Gods that I saw Aeneas in the underworld. What the great hero was doing in this wretched place I haven't the slightest idea, but I died living for him, and now I wait in the underworld because of the cruel nature of my fate, my body riding the waves, unburied. It was so nice to see Aeneas, knowing now that he and the other Trojans were safe and sound. That the ship had remained intact. That their fated journey to Italy continues on!
    Aeneas listened to my story, of my fateful fall from the ship as I was guiding the crew through the ocean. How I struggled, fighting to find land. Until, finally when I reached Earth once again, a band of marauders ended my life and left me, dishonorably and embarrassingly dead but not interred. Aeneas listened to my story and wished to help me pass on.
     Ah, but the cruel nature of death and the gods did not allow such joy to me. How Aeneas wanted to help me, for I could see it in his eyes. The Sibyl chastised me for my wishes of Aeneas carrying me across the river Styx. I was desperate. But my soul rests more easily with the words she left me: that a kind people will find and bury me, that my name will live on! Ah how I can only wait for that fated day when I am left to move on. I can only be grateful that Sibyl and Aeneas passed through, and I was lucky enough to see the hero once again.

Book 5

     We were readily welcome by Acestes as we landed upon his shores, avoiding the ominous storm that silently approached. Having been occupied with his past trials, Aeneas didn't realize until our landing that it was the year anniversary of his father's,  honorable Anchises's, death. Aeneas held games in the remembrance of his father.
     First came the boat race. Aeneas and I observed as four ships, full of brave Trojans, took to the sea. There were lead changes and mistakes made; Gyas and the Chimaera lost their lead to Sergestus, who marooned him and his crew on a rock, leaving him in dead last. Aeneas, however, honorably awarded everyone their own prize. The victors earned their extra spoils, while all the courageous participants were rewarded for their efforts. The games seemed all too uncommon for our travels. We, the Trojans, have been treated anything but fairly, yet Aeneas still has maintained his honor and justice, even in such simple an occasion as funeral games.
     After the boat race, the aged but honored foot-race followed. Nisus held the lead for much of the race, but, in an unfair twist of competition (all too familiar to the Trojans, alive and dead, who have experienced the journey to Italy), Nisus tripped the man who followed him, allowing Euryalus to be the victor. Once again however, unlike our travels, a fair decision was reached in the end, as Aeneas awarded each man, even those who tripped, their just rewards for their competition and athleticism.
     Following the foot-face, Dares and Entellus faced off in the boxing ring. Entellus, a man of age, faced the agility of Dares, a young and athletic soldier. Entellus shocked us all, as the aged boxer entered the ring and easily handled the young Dares, even making Aeneas end the match early.
     Finally, the archery competition. The competition was short-lived but brilliantly spectacular, as Acestes showed us a shooting-star of an arrow for his volley.
     After the joyous competitions, however, smoke began rising on the horizon. A young Trojan raced as we followed to find that the women had been possessed by the gods, burning down the fleets. Fortunately, the gods sent a rain down, extinguishing the flames before permanent damage settles. We repaired the ships and set on our way back to Italy.