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It starts when Achilles and Hector are fighting.

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Achilles POV

Achilles knew that he had Hector.

Hector's swings began to get wilder. They would either have no force or wouldn't be anywhere near the target.

Hector came in for a swing that was parried easily. Then Achilles saw his chance; Hector was going to attempt to change sword hands.

He was right. As soon as Hector weakened his grip to pass it too his left hand he knocked she sword out of his grip and onto the sand.

Hector knew that he had lost and sank too his knees in exhaustion.

"Just do it. And please make it fast," he said so only Achilles could hear.

As Achilles' sword went to Hectors neck ready to chop it off Achilles stopped. Hector showed no sign of fear, only sorrow. His brown eyes were full of sadness.

He has Bresies' eyes, Achilles thought. Where did that come from? You're here to avenge Patroclus. So do it. You have him. You're not going to just let him live not after what he did to your cousin, not after you have him here.

Achilles raised his sword in the air.

But he thought Patroclus was me. After all he was wearing my armor and I did train him. Maybe this man doesn't deserve to die. And he didn't force Patroclus to fight Patroclus threw himself into death. Besides I can't hurt Bresies and I don't really want to kill Hector, he's a good man.

Achilles lowered his sword he had made up his mind.

"Get up Prince of Troy. I am not going to kill you."

Hector stayed on his knees. His eyes were focused on the sandy ground.

Achilles grabbed Hector's arm and lifted him to his feet.

"You're the best I've ever fought you're a far better man then those in the Greek army except maybe Odysseus. Goodbye Prince of Troy."

With that Achilles hopped onto his chariot and sped off as fast as his horses could go.

Hector's POV

An exhausted Hector was waiting for the sword to come down on him.

At least it will be painless. I just can't bear to leave Andromache and our son behind. Apollo please help my people.

Hector felt himself being pulled to his feet. He dimly heard Achilles mutter something about being a good fighter and a good man. Then Achilles was riding away towards his camp.

He was stunned.

I'm supposed to be dead. Why aren't I dead?

Hector slowly turned around he found the great wooden doors opening for him.

When he entered he saw his beloved Andromache running towards him and he felt her loving arms embracing him with all her strength.

"I thought I would never see you again," he whispered.

She didn't reply, but the tears of happiness that had started flowing down her cheeks were more then enough for him.

Achilles POV

Achilles drove his chariot back into the camp.

Before Eudoras could greet him he said, "Pack the ships and ready the men. We leave tonight."

"Yes my lord. And I'm sorry about Patroclus. I hope I never disappoint you again."

"I have been the disappointment. He wanted to fight and I didn't let him, that was what drove him into battle."

Eudoras didn't reply he simply grabbed the horses' reigns and started to lead them away.

Achilles walked into his tent to find Bresies sitting on the ground and crying.

Her sobbing increased when she saw him enter the tent.

"You killed him. You killed my cousin, the heir to the Trojan throne, my best friend you killed him. How could you?"

"I didn't kill him. He's alive."

Bresies' eyes filled with hope for a few seconds but that glimmer quickly faded, "Don't lie to me. You've already gone back on your promise to not kill any more men. You said that you would leave this war behind. You claim to care about me yet you do so many things to hurt me. Am I just one of the women you keep for one week then get tired of and through away? Do you tell every girl that crosses your path that you care for her just to get her into your bed? "

"Bresies I-"

"No. I don't want to hear it, I've already heard enough."

Bresies stood and rushed to the tent opening only too stop when she looked outside.

"Why are your men readying the ship?"

Achilles sighed, "I am leaving like I promised. What I wish to know is if you will leave as well. So will you Bresies? Will you go to Greece with me?"

Bresies turned to face him, "Tell me the truth. Did you kill Hector?"

"No. I promise you I didn't. I was going too but then I realized that I didn't really want to kill him and anyway I couldn't hurt you. I'd rather die then hurt you."

Bresies thought a moment, "I'll go with you. But before I leave I need to speak with my family. I need to talk to them, to tell them I'm still alive."

Achilles considered this, "Fine. I'll have one of my men escort you on a chariot. You can talk to your family and collect your belongings. But please be back before sunset. For I wish to leave as soon as we can."

Bresies nodded then gave Achilles a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you so much," she whispered in his ears.

"But don't tell the men. They'll think that I'm going soft and I can't have that."

Bresies chuckled, "Alright I won't tell them why I'm going to Troy. I'll just say you wanted to save money on buying me clothes so you sent me to collect some."

"That would be wonderful," Achilles said before he bent down and gave her a long passionate kiss.

After about a minute or two they pulled away.

"I'll go inside and start packing for when we go. You talk to whoever is escorting me to Troy."

"Yes my lady," said Achilles as he did a mock bow to Bresies.

Bresies laughed and slapped him lightly on the arm, "Don't be silly. We don't have much time if we need to get everything done before sunset."

"Alright, alright. You pack and I'll talk to the men and get someone to take you to Troy."

Achilles left Bresies in the tent to talk to his men.

"Eudoras."

"Yes my lord. Can I do something for you?"

"I need you to bring Bresies to Troy on one of the chariots. She is going to be collecting some things and talking to her family. Stay with her and bring her back when she's done."

"Yes my lord. I'll get a chariot ready."

"Good. She should be ready in about half an hour. She's just packing some of my things."

Eudoras nodded an amused look on his face.

"Alright what is it?" asked Achilles slightly annoyed.

"You actually care about a woman. This is the first woman that you've cared about, besides your mother. You're getting soft."

"Eudoras get the chariot ready. And be quiet about this event."

"Yes sir," Eudoras said still looking very amused.

Achilles rolled his eyes.

Bresies' POV

Bresies was humming contently as she rolled up the furs that Achilles and her used as a bed and covers.

I'm going to talk with my family in Troy and then I'm going to live with Achilles in Greece. We'll get married and have children and all the other things a happy married couple does. Things I'd never be able to do as a priestess.

"My lady?"

Bresies turned to see Eudoras at the tent flap.

"Yes Eudoras. Can I do something for you?"

"I'm to escort you to Troy. Are you ready to go?"

Bresies quickly looked over the tent she'd gotten mostly everything and the rest she could do when she got back.

"Yes. Let's go."

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