Disclaimer: I do not own Troy or its characters.
A/N: Before I receive flames about Mary-sues and the like, I am sticking to the movies couples, all new charaters are to have no romance in this story and I am not changing any plot. All scenes added in are to be thought of as deleted. I will continue this past the story of Troy and though the movie was historically flawed, I may or may not chose to fix it. It wholly depends on if it will fit into the story or not. I have no beta, so any flaws in the story I take full responsibility for. Enjoy.
One thousand ships. They were a plague upon the once beautiful ocean that surrounded Troy. Swallowing every inch they touched, the ships slowly but surely converged to the golden sand, tainting it with their presence. One ship though had arrived far before others. When the ships inhabitants had disembarked, the ground shuddered under their feet.
The Myrmidons and their King wasted no time in taking the land that would soon belong to the Greeks. The Trojans that met them, were slain while glancing at these warriors who were trained and sculpted by the great Achilles. Achilles charged at their head, making his way to the temple that over-looked the once glorious scenery. Blood seeped into the land as the horsemen rode with might towards the intruders. Smirking in delight, Achilles and his men disappeared into Apollo's temple and slew the few priests that tried to hide. They blended into the shadows and waited for more Trojans to enter, lured to their death by the calling of war. Once those last few were slain, Achilles stepped outside and was followed by the mighty Hector
"Why did you come here?" Hector question as he took in the vast number of Greek ships now perched upon his beaches. Achilles looked at him and thought a moment before gesturing to the massive army.
"They'll be talking about this war for a thousand years." He simply stated, studying the man next to him.
"In a thousand years even the dust from our house will be gone." Hector placed his hand upon the hilt of his sword, ready for battle.
"Yes, prince. But our names will remain." Hector turned and drew his sword as the band of Myrmidons covered in blood emerged from the temple. After becoming surrounded, he warily sheathed his sword. Achilles commander stepped up and anxiously glanced between the two men.
"The Trojans are dead." Achilles nodded to Eudorus and turned away from Hector but glanced back at him.
"Go home, prince. Drink some wine. Make love to your wife. Tomorrow we'll have our war." He spoke as if granting Hector a favor.
"You speak of war as if it's a game." Hector growled. "But how many wives wait at Troy's gate for husbands they'll never see again?" He demanded causing Achilles to turn back to him looking amused.
"Perhaps your brother can comfort them. I hear he's good at charming other men's wives." He smiled and Hector stood straight, glaring at the other man for a moment before finally walking away. Hector rode back to his few men and back to Troy, as if a horse whom had been whipped and banished by his master.
"Why did you let him go?" Eudorus questioned, confused at letting one of Troy's most dangerous warriors walk freely.
"It's too early in the day for killing princes." He responded lazily and began making his way back to the camp, his men following. Finally the rest of the Greeks were disembarking from their own ships.
"Praise Achilles!" Soldiers shouted as he walked by, making his way to his ship, slower than the rest of his men for he stopped to talk with other kings. When he arrived at the base the Myrmidons had nearly established,he looked at it in approval and looked to his cousin who seemed excited. It did not take long for him to realize he had a prize and when Eudorus showed him the girl in his tent, Achilles felt his stone heart tug in the woman's presence.
"They have come." The voice rang out as three sets of eyes watched from the cliffs that overlooked the sea.
"We must tell the others." A helmet of steel covered the speakers head while black leather was pull against their body. Their tanned arms were exposed but a steel breast-piece was strapped over their chest, and metal gauntlets shone on their fore-arms.
"He will visit soon." A soft voice spoke, watching the Greek camp and turning to glance at the looming walls of Troy behind them. Brown leather covered this person, though long legs were exposed by the skirt that hung down to their thigh. Their chest was covered by a gold breast-plate which rested over a cloth shirt, covering the entire upper body. A mask of wood was placed over their face and bright colors sprang up from where the hair would be.
"He knows our answer." The deep voice answered the last of the three. The tallest in the group and the broadest. Covered in leather and metal, not much was different except there was no helmet covering his face. Short black hair was exposed as pale blue eyes searched the horizons and tried to make count of the Greeks. This man was not beautiful but he was striking with his pale deathly skin and his brooding looks.
"Come." The first said again, leaving the other two behind and walking towards the forest that was miles away from where they were. The man looked to his other companion and nodded, the two following closely behind what seemed to be their commander.
The meeting that night had not gone well and Hectors mind was restless. His wife begged him not to go to war in the morning though what would the Trojan army be without their leader. Helen had tried to escape the city to her death but Hector caught her and sent her back to his fool of a brother. He paced along the walls, debating his next course of action. Looking around in the darkness, Hector pulled a cloak over his head and entering the stables, mounted a horse and slipped outside the walls of the city, the same way Helen had prepared to do moments before.
He rode the beautiful creature hard, causing its ivory legs to pump against the ground and kick dust into the air as he headed towards his destination. Coming upon the forest he dismounted and drew his sword. Checking the area around him, he pushed his way into the foliage and slowly tread the path he had not traveled in a long time. Coming upon a pond, he felt the presence he was seeking though his eyes could find none.
"I come to ask." He began but was immediately cut of by the voice that spoke.
"No." It stated simply and he looked to the rock next to him and saw a figure perched upon it, a steel helmet glinting in the moonlight.
"Please, do not forsake us for what we did once long ago. The city needs you." Hector tried to reason, taking a step forward but stopped when an arrow was released and landed at the spot his foot was set to land on. Glancing into the darkness he could barely make out a wooden mask with brightly colored braided clothes coming out of it. They disappeared from view and again he focused on the person in front of him.
"As favorable to the gods as you are, mighty Hector." They spoke sarcastically and stood, approaching him with graceful movements. "We do not favor you." Hector reached out to touch their arm but his hand was quickly pulled back and a dagger at his throat.
"Do not touch what you are unworthy of." A male's voice spoke into his ear. Hector grew angry and struggled but stopped when he felt the tip of the dagger begin to dig into his skin.
"Des, release him." The commander spoke and Des, the man who had earlier visited the cliffs, stepped back and moved into the trees towards the others.
"Leave son of Priam, and do not return, even with the offer of love and blessing from your King, we will not help." Hector grew furious at the words and went to move forward to strike but stopped when he heard the drawing of weapons around him. Though he could not see any others, Hector was not foolish enough to realize he was outnumbered. As he turned to leave, he heard one last soft whisper.
"But rest easy, the Greeks will not have our aid either, they will have more hindrance than the Trojans for daring to step upon our land." Hector turned but saw and heard no-one. The wind rustled the leaves and he knew he had been left alone, his last attempt for help over. Barely comforted by the words, he made his way back to Troy, his resolve set that no others were needed for this war except for the true warriors of his city.