The night before Hector and Achilles' fateful battle, Hector and Paris have a talk. Hector tells his brother his final wishes. This event might change the course of events that took place in the movie. Will it change Hector's fate? This story revolves around Paris and Hector and of course their respective lovers. If you liked this story please read my Author's Notes at the very end of the story. Whether or not I continue this story depends on the readers. So please don't forget to review.

AN: This is the revised version. I decided to write it in present tense rather thatn in past. I hope it doesn't change the story too much and the readers won't mind.

Discalaimer: I do not own Troy or any of its characters. They all belong to whatever company or person created them. Although I wish I did have Hecor as a brother and maybe even Paris.

For The Love of My Brother

Part One: My Brother's Final Wishes

By Andre Rivera

I see the heavy look on my brother's face as he passes through the city gates. It's as though his burdens had multiplied after the day's battles. I could not understand why though. Troy was near victory, as I had witnessed from afar. I want to approach him and inquire of his troubles. After all it had been a while since he and I were able to talk. But I'm still too ashamed and still afraid to reveal my face in public after my humiliating display of cowardice just a few days ago. Somewhere more private would be better and more appropriate.

Only two people in all the world could tell the differences and the meanings of all of Hector's facial expressions. Andromache is one, and I, the other. But only I know all that lies within his heart. Andromache is his wife, but I am his flesh and blood-his brother.

That very night I request of him to meet me in the citadel courtyard. There he and I would be able to talk. When he arrived, he still bore the same expression on his face.

"Paris, you summoned me?" he asks as he enters the courtyard. His armor had already been removed, but it looked as though he was prepared for battle.

"I did," I reply. I could tell he was trying to keep his troubles a secret, but I saw clearly through him.

"Something troubles you. I know it." I say to him. "Please tell me."

"Don't worry about it, Paris," he replies as he took a seat on the marble bench in the middle of the courtyard. "War brings with it many troubles."

I watch him pluck off a flower from a plant planted beside the bench. He allows it to slide off his hands to the ground. "And yet this one seems to place a heavy burden on you. Heavier than the one you had already been carrying. And it seems like you're having a hard time with it."

He stares at me for a long moment. The silence is awkward, but at last he says something.

"Do you love me, brother?"

Surprise came over me as I hear him utter the words which I had said to him a little over a week ago. Of course I love him. Why would he ask me such a question?

"You know I do," I answer without hesitation.

"Then please do me this one favor."

"Anything for you, brother," I reply eagerly.

"When I can no longer stay in this world and pass into the realm of the dead, I can no longer care for my family. There is no one I trust more than you. I ask you to please care for them when I am gone."

Surprised and scared I say: "Why do you speak in such a manner?"

"I killed a boy today," he softly replies. "Not much older than you and just as inexperienced in war as you. Patroclus was his name. He was the cousin of Achilles."

"And Achilles will demand his revenge," I finish for him with tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "But you will defeat him! I know it!"

"I may, but the gods favor Achilles. They will help ensure his victory. But do not despair. My time has come, as will yours, and as will all who dwell within this world."

His eyes are cast downwards and I thought I saw a trace a tear on his face. The sight is enough to bring an ache to my heart. My brother who I believe to be the very embodiment of strength and perfection was being brought down by a menacing force called fear. My tears flow freely down my cheeks at the thought of losing my brother. Gently, I place a kiss atop his head and move to sit by his side.

"I will do anything for you my brother," I say eagerly, placing my arm around his shoulder. "I will accompany you to your fight with Achilles and fight alongside you if you asked me to. I will even give up my life so that you may live!"

"I cannot ask such things of you, Paris, nor will I ask anything other than what I have already requested of you. Please honor my wishes."

With those words he gives me a warm, brotherly embrace. I hold onto him for as long as he would allow. This might very well be the last time he and I would spend together. Even if it was, I still cherish it. As he pulls away, he places a gentle kiss on my forehead, smiles at me then ruffles my hair. If he were taken from me tomorrow that would be the last time he would ever do that to me.

I nearly burst into tears as he gets up and begins to leave. I want to say something to him. But what would I say? Then I realize that it would again be my fault. Just like this war. This war was because of me. Because of me, Hector might lose his life tomorrow. I couldn't let that happen. I'd find a way to help my brother win tomorrow. Apollo will help me. Aphrodite will grant me her aid. Even if I lose my life in the process, I'd make it happen.

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