(Author's note, Thank your for reading my story. Please do not be offended, this plotting came from two loyal Banatics. One who has still not seen the ending of Troy, since she cannot watch Hectors death without being thrown out of the theater. This plot was conceived after two pots of coffee at three in the morning. After we watched Black Hawk Down we went in search of fanfic, to find none! You can imagine our shock! So we decided Andromache needed someone after Hector died. Believe me this sounded genius at three in the morning. So keep that in mind before anyone screams at me. Thanks, )
I can still remember the day that man slaughtered my love.
My husband, friend, and companion.
Hector was my life, my soul, and heart. There were many nights I found I couldn't go on, when I wished for death. Until I looked to our son and found I could.
Troy fell as Hector predicted.
Leaving me with Paris, Briseis, and my boy, then to tease me the Gods meddled in my life. It had become bearable not to see his face after two years time. Not to wake by his side, not to hear his voice. Every time I see a horse I see Hector. I was doing so well, I could look into the eyes of my son and not weep.
But upon the day Hector was taken, I always gave my son to Briseis and went for a walk.
The first time I hid in a stable and wept. This time I walked through the pasture that held the horses. The few surviving people of Troy had fled with us, and we had settled up in the mountains.
On this day people knew to leave me be.
Without a soul I walked on my own. Without family and friends, I walked and just thought about Hector and our boy. Not a single horse paid me mind. The pasture was uneven as it was on a mountain side.
I did not mind, I simply took off my sandals.
When noon came I sat down and looked to the heavens. Looked for Hector's face among the clouds. I closed my eyes and remembered his face, his voice, even the way he smelled.
For a moment I thought I heard his voice. I opened my eyes and looked to the heavens. Not seeing my love. It was no surprise to me. But I heard the noise again, it sounded as if someone were in pain.
Quickly I rose to my feet, to see a man down in a lower pasture. A few horses had crept to him, curious of the man. The first thought that came to my mind, Someone had fallen from a horse!
I gathered the hem of my dress and ran down the pasture.
Even from a distance I knew the man was not from Troy. His hair dark but cut too short. His clothes were rather peculiar even from a distance. His pants were a soft shade of blue, his shirt black, and he wore the most odd sandals. As they covered his entire foot.
When I came to the man I found he was a large man. A warrior perhaps? He lay on his stomach moaning. His back rose and fell with each breath he took. I did not see any blood from afar. The man was too out of it to do me any harm.
"Sir? Sir are you hurt?" I asked softly, placing my hand upon his strong arm, I rolled him onto his back. To which he let out a louder moan. And I looked into his face with horror.
For a moment I thought the Gods had sent Hector down from the heavens! It was not Hector….but looked so much like him. Same lips, nose, even his cheeks looked the same. Though he did not have a beard and there weren't many scars upon his face and neck. This man wore a necklace. Curious I reached down and pulled the necklace from in his shirt. Two silver squares hung on the necklace. There was writing on them, letters I did not know.
Another moan came from the man.
I found my hand reaching for his face, to stroke it, but I quickly pulled my hand back. Scolding myself for even thinking such a thing.
The man opened his eyes, I froze both inwardly and out. They were Hector's eyes! For a moment I thought I would cry. My eyes burnt horribly. Until he spoke to me…I never heard what he said, I only heard his voice. It was not Hector's voice, I knew that. It spoke to my soul as only Hector could. He spoke to me again. To which I screamed to keep from weeping, I screamed from pure torment. This was the Gods! They were tormenting me, I had questioned them and cursed them after Hector's death. Now they sent me this man! I screamed again, I screamed and ran. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I ran to the one person who understood my torment. The one person who would understand and believe me.
