Note: Invovles Achilles, Hector, Helen and more. Achiles has a sister, named Atreis (A-TREe-IS) whom is about 2 years younger than him, and they are completely alike. (EDITED FOR ITALICS!! --that means it happend in the past and/or the characters thoughts lol)

Disclaimer: I don't own any charaters, nor am i making any money. Atreis is my own creation...sitll making no cash..(damn)

Chapter 1 --Severe Actions

"...What in the hell where you thinking?!" His voice whispered in a low tone, trying to hide the fact that he was angry – with her. But she kept still while his voice trailed into her ear, she looked out at the ocean and folded her arms keeping her dress in place. "Are you out of your damn mind Atreis? War isn't a game," At this point, she snapped and turned to face him fiercely.

"You make it sound as though I am dead, or have large wound to account for! Achilles I am fine," She called; the men around them stopped moving at watched the argument ensue. Her face was stern, just like him. "I'm a Greek! This is my war as well!" Achilles laughed at her words, this was no ones war but Agamemnon's.

"You know who's war this is, and Atreis stay out of it! You where brought here to sway me if Agamemnon needed, this I know." Achilles pointed his finger at her, as though she committed some crime. Yes Agamemnon ordered her to come along, but deep down it was only to see if she could control Achilles due to fact Agamemnon couldn't. Atreis shook her head softly, allowing small pieces of her hair to fall over her face and the small cut she had received fighting. "Now, where did you get it?" Achilles took his index finger and brushed a strand from the wound, looking sincere all the while.

Atreis knew where she got it, Hector Prince of Troy.

Watching the men rush the beach, Atreis couldn't help herself, she had to do it. She was just a great as a fighter as any man, and she wished to wage war as well. She followed them into the temple of Apollo; hiding in the depths of the shadows is where she first saw him. Hector, Prince of Troy and heir to the thrown. The blood in her veins rushed violently. She knew Achilles would kill him, and she wanted to feel the blades of her weapons clash. Almost as though she wished to prove something, she waited until he was close enough, then she swung her sword.

Hector jumped back, only able to see her hands and sword he charged this enemy. With the sound of the two metals colliding, Hectors grunt allowed her to know his next move, he was planning to push her into a corner for an easy death. Taking the moment quickly, she rose her feet and kicked his kidney but only to find armor. But he did recoil back, leading her face into the light.

"You're a wom--," Before he could finish she ripped out a dagger for her free hand. A grin appeared on her face as she lunged at him, her sword hit his, but her dagger sliced his arm. Hector ignored the pain, he seemed still amazed of what gender she was. His eyes narrowed, as he began to forget what she was, and fight her.

"Hector, Prince of Troy ha! Cleaning up your brothers mess huh?" Atreis sparked something within Hector; his arm flinched as though to find some deep strength due to the words she spoke. He pushed his sword until it reached her cheek to leave a decent size cut. Atreis gritted her teeth and felt the sword like burning coals scrape her skin. Hector could feel his stomach ripping inside; he shouldn't be hurting a woman in war. She shouldn't even be here, let alone fighting. Her eyes locked onto his as she allowed the cut to stay on her cheek.

"Don't speak woman of things you don't--," Yet again he was cut off, only this time Atreis was actually making progress. Their swords clashed constantly, and Hector was taking steps behind himself to make sure he wasn't losing a limb in the process. Atreis forced him around a statute while swinging towards his shins.

"Hector!" It was Achilles calling for Hector, Atreis backed up, grinning softly, her swords lowered, but she still heard the clanging of other weapons within the temple. Before he could make another move, Atreis fell into the deep shadows.

"That was great,"

"What are you doing up here Atreis?" It was Eudorus; he stood next to her with questioning eyes.

"I can fight any man here and you know it. So save me the speech. Where's Patroclus?" Atreis hid her dagger back onto her thigh and held the bloody sword in her palms. Eudorus stared at her as though he'd seen a ghost. But he knew what trouble she'd be in with Achilles.

"Atreis there is no question," He said agreeing that she was capable of fighting. "But Achilles made Patroclus stay on the boat, and I'm assuming that's where you should be as well." Atreis shoved Eudorus playfully; he looked bloody and tired as his breathing was till heavy. Simultaneously they turned, hearing Achilles speaking outside.

"Go Prince, make love to your wife..." Atreis stood behind Eudorus, hoping almost to avoid Achilles at the moment, as they stood on the ledge of the Temple. Hector turned and looked at the crowd, all being Myrmidons, Achilles army of loyal men willing to die for one of the greatest warriors of the world. Turning he made eye contact with Atreis, and it wasn't pretty. His firm glare was angry and severe, Atreis kept her ground, her eyes seemed innocent...It was a lie.

"—Atreis, who did it?"

Atreis placed her hand on Achilles shoulder and gave a small laugh while the men continued to work around them setting up camp.

"Don't worry, it's what I deserved." Atreis closed her mouth and prayed for him to stop asking questions, for the answers weren't what he wished.