He turned the blade so that he was holding the point of the dagger. Hector crept behing the younger guard while the older one was looking away Hector hit the guard upside the head with the hilt of the dagger knocking him unconscious.
"aagghh" Hector touched his cheek there was a big gash that was bleeding fast, Hector had forgotten about the other guard.
"So you break free and creep up on us? While the lads back was turned? Thats very unnoble like of you Prince" The guard taunted, lifting his sword to Hectors throat.
" I need to go and fight with my men" He stated with a grim look
"Well, Prince your not going anywhere. So why don't you just take your highness self and go sleep in your Daddy's nice, warm bed" The guard snarled at him
A few hours ago these guards would be down on their knees and praising him but now they taunt and threaten him? Isn't that a nice change.
"Your going to let me go or I'll end up doing something I'll regret" The guard smiled softly
"I don't think you know who your speaking to Prince of Troy. Don't you remember seeing my face?" He asked slyly
He was right, he had seen this man somewhere. But where? Ahh, He was at all the events with his Father. His Fathers closest noble man. How could he forget? I forget his name, Lord something.. I really need to pay attention more..
"I'll take that as you don't know. I am Lord Laertes"
"Well I do remember seeing your face. You and my Father are very close aren't you."
"Why, yes we are and your Father tells me everything about you and your brother."
Hector looked towards the sky, it was getting dark. He had to get out of this or hear about how his brother was killed. Hector looked at down at the sword the man still held to his neck and back up at Lord Laertes, whom lifted his eyebrows at Hector.
"Planning an escape are we now?" Laertes asked amused
"Hmm..I dunno you tell me" Hector turned to his right swiftly and knocked down Laerteses sword and dodged a punch from him, and whacked him on the head. Succesfully knocking him out.
"You were a tough one weren't you" Hector snorted looking at the mans unconsiece form and grabbed the guards bodies and hid them in his Fathers bed. Laughing silently to himself at the sight before him of them spooning in the Kings bed. Hector took one of his Fathers cloaks, which covered his face perfectly. Sneaking past servents and drunken warriors throught the shadows and finally made it out of Troys walls. Hector looked at the stables and waged a war in his mind whether he should take a horse but decided against it and walked instead. Looking up at the full moon in the sky, lighting up the ocean. Making it look black and white.
Hector looked at all the tents and sleeping men on the shore. It finally hit him. How was he going to find Paris from all of these tents? It would probably be morning when he finally found Paris. But decided to just start looking through the tents anyway not realising the danger he was putting himself in.
Hector looked inside of at least twenty tents or more and looked up seeing a tent far away from the others. He walked closer to this one, it seemed different from the other tents as if trying to get away from everone else. The only thing Hector could hear now was the waves rocking against the shore. Hector held out his dagger just incase and pulled back the flaps and quietly walked in. His eyes had to ajust to the darkness and when he did he could see an outline of a muscular man lying on a bed of furs and a smaller figure tied to a post. The realization hit him, it was Paris.
This is the second chapter to 'Sacrifice'. I have been slacking lately, sorry!
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