My Ending to Troy:
Chapter One: Alternate Hector vs. Achilles Fight:
Achilles stood alone at the entrance of Troy as Prince Hector came out to greet him. His burned with hatred for the prince. He had killed his cousin, and he was going to take his revenge.
"Let us make a pact." Hector said, "The winner will allow the body of the killed to be returned to his people for the proper funeral ceremonies."
"There are no pacts between lions and men." Achilles replied.
"I thought I had killed you, and now I wish I had." Hector replied, "Your cousin resembled you enough that he had me fooled from start to finish."
"Before tonight is over, I will remove your tongue, ears, and eyes. You will walk the Underworld deaf, blind, and dumb. And all the dead will know, this is Hector: The Fool who thought he had killed Achilles." Achilles rasped with much bitterness in his voice.
"Very well." Hector said, readying his attack stance. Achilles did the same, and both warriors began circling one another.
Achilles lunged forward and stabbed at Hector as hard as he could with his spear, forcing his opponent back. He repeated this act, again and again, until Hector stepped on a loose rock and fell, springing his ankle. He laid on the ground, holding his leg in pain.
"Come on, prince, else the rock will take my glory." Achilles scoffed, waiting for Hector to stand again. Hector reached for his sword and stood and the two started in again.
"Stop this foolishness!" Helen begged King Priam, "Before your son is lost."
"I cannot. He has answered his attacker's challenge." Priam replied.
By this time, both the fighters had grabbed the spearheads of the weapons they had been fighting with at the beginning of the dual, but both had been broken.
Hector was being forced back farther and farther with each attack by Achilles, until he saw the killing attack coming. Achilles lunged forward with his spearhead aimed at the upper-left section of his chest. The Attack came quickly.
Achilles felt the wind leave his body. Hector had ducked low, under this attack, and then stabbed him with his own spearhead. Achilles felt pain for the first time in his life, and it was unbearable. He collapsed on his knees. Hector quickly finished him off with a stab of his sword that went directly Achilles heart.
Achilles fell on his side. Seemingly dead. Hector turned away, thinking his opponent had breathed his last.
"Hector." Achilles gasped, "Hector..."
Hector turned to face his fallen foe. "Yes?"
Achilles laid there on the ground, clutching his chest in both the places that Hector had stabbed him. "Forgive me, prince." Achilles whispered just loud enough to be audible, "I did not see it. I was not angry with you. I was angry with myself. I should have left Patroclus at home. Now I have paid for not listenig to my better sense with this price."
Hector bent low and gripped Achilles hand. "Dwell not on this. You will be reunited with him soon enough. The boatman will carry you hither."
Achilles looked into Hector's eyes. "You would take my back to my camp, ever after what I had promised to do to you?"
"Of course." Hector said, "I would not have you wonder the afterlife without resolution. Sleep in peace, brother."
"Peace." Achilles repeated, "Tell Brieses that I was a fool. That I could have had peace in a time of war."
"Briseis! She lives?" Hector asked.
"Yes, se lives. She gave her heart to me...once." Achilles said, and breathed his last. His eyes stared upwards, seeing nothing.
Hector put his hands over Achilles eyes, and closed them. "Sleep now. You will be at rest, great warrior." Hector.
Standing up, he breathed a sigh of relief. Hector whispered a prayer of thanks to the gods.