A/n: SORRY ABOUT THE OTHER CHAPTER! Totally mixed it up with Narnia! Apologies!
So I hope this is good : )
The Beautiful Secret of Troy
Alena stared up at the man called Patroclus. She was petrified but if she had learned one thing from growing up with brothers was to never let it show. She kept eye-contact and kept her face as unconcerned as possible. The men laughed and left them there.
"what's your name girl?"
"it's... Melena. Enlighten me, what's your title?"
"It's Patroclus and don't get to sure of yourself or you might find yourself in a less compromising situation."
He leaned in and grabbed her by the front of the dress. He placed her down on the floor and started to rummage through the trunk. Alena was livid. The first man who had got to touch her at all just cast her aside. She got up and closed the lid on his fingers. He yelled out in pain. Alena smiled, contented. He turned around and raised his fist which made her smile even more.
"Girl, why do you laugh? You are about to be beaten!"
"You think I am scared. I have been beaten mentally and physically. I have brothers. Face it, you are simply not someone who is scary!"
He grabbed her by the wrists and forced her against the wall. He put his face up to hers and looked into her blue eyes. She sniggered,
"oh good. I like a bit of rough and tumble!"
"well isn't this cosy!" Patroclus whirled round to see Achilles "Mine's isn't as exciting as yours!"
Alena smiled broadly at him. She liked him already. She already had heard of him, if it was who she hoped it was. His rippling muscles, his golden hair, his strong jaw. He smiled cheekily back at her. He thought he knew who it was so he decided what he was going to do with her.
"Now Helen, if you'll just come with me we can return to Greece."
Her smile disappeared suddenly. It was replaced with disgust.
"I am not the whore Helen! I am- Melena!"
"so you are a Trojan? Well then you are Patroclus slave. He can use you for whatever he wants and maybe, once we win the war and Troy is Agamemnon's Patroclus can bring you back to Greece and you will be bound to him. If not you will certainly die!"
he turned to exit "We will see who the whore is!"
Alena looked at the floor, breathing rapidly. Patroclus could see the blood pumping in her neck. He sneered at her bowed head, then he threw her to the ground.
"The little toughie has been silenced. Don't worry, slave, my cousin has that effect on many people."
He turned his back on her and she saw her escape. She swung her legs round and knocked him to the ground. She leapt up and swiftly ran outside. She could hear Patroclus shouting after her. She wasn't listening to a fool. She turned round the side of a tent then jumped into a shadow. Briseis was getting pulled out of a tent by Greek soldiers. Without thinking she ran at them,
"TAKE YOU FILTHY GREEK HANDS OFF HER!"
she jumped to grab Briseis but was fought to the ground by the men. She fought as hard as she possibly could but she wasn't nearly strong enough. Desperately she felt about the men's waists. A sword. She quickly grabbed it and swung it about. The men cried out as she leapt to her feet. She stood before the cowering Briseis. She prayed to Apollo to keep them safe and to guide them out of the labyrinth that was the Greek's campsite. She glared at the men, rage etched in every detail of her face. She stepped forward and raised her sword,
"I will kill every one of you standing before if I must!"
They all sniggered. The biggest one moved forward and raised his sword. He flew at Alena and she swiftly plunged the blade deep into his neck. The blade went through and splattered blood on the men standing behind him. She removed the sword and the body dropped to the side. A line of blood down her over her eye made her look like a warrior. She looked at them daring them to move. Suddenly they all broke out in a grin and laughed pointing behind her. Slightly unnerved but not letting it show she turned around. Patroclus stood with a knife at Briseis' throat.
"Come back to the tent Melena, and your friend will not get hurt!"
"And you think that if we stay she will not get hurt. You are a fool, Patroclus."
"DON'T make this harder than it already is!"
"And do you know what else you are?"
"Oh I don't know but I'm sure you are going to enlighten me with the information!"
"YOU are a coward!" she smiled when she seen how far his face dropped at the sound of coward " I know this because you took her hostage when my back was turned. You are like all of the men here, especially," she turned around and plunged her blade into the approaching Greek. "him. Attacking me when my back is turned. Not very good sportsmanship, is it?"
Patroclus looked at her with a strange look on his face " and how will we remedy this situation?"
"you return us to Troy and never speak of this again."
"No no no, I do not believe that is the best way. I think a fight between yourself and I will sort this. Unless you are too cowardice of course."
"never, I look at you and your men and I laugh. Fight to the death, if you die, I leave for Troy, if I die, you keep Briseis."
"Fair enough! I shall so hate to break your beautiful body though."
"I shall so hate to prove you wrong!"
They circled each other. Patroclus ran at her and swung his sword. Alena ducked out of his reach and swung her sword at his ankles. He leapt up and rolled over her crouched back. The two circled and swung their swords. He wasn't tiring easily yet she felt exhausted but would not give up on her cousin. Thinking this she ran at Patroclus. She wasn't going to die today. The blade ran over his arm and the skin split, bleeding profusely. She smiled and began to attack more ferociously. Soon she had him on the ground but he cut her leg. She fell on top of him and straddled him, his arms tightly held to his side by her legs. She looked deep into his blue eyes and raised her sword high above him. She quickly looked round to Briseis... she was gone. She screamed in fury and got up off Patroclus. The men laughed at her fury. She walked up to them,
"Let me out." none of them moved "COWARDS!" she screamed "ALL OF YOU! HADES WILL HAVE YOU ALL! HE WILL-"
and she said nothing more because Achilles had knocked her out. He looked down at her unconscious figure.
"Patroclus take her back to your tent. Tie her to something so that this doesn't happen again. Agamemnon won't be happy if he hears of this."
Patroclus nodded and lifted up he limp body. He looked at her blank face and shook his head. She was going to be hard to control.
A/n: ARRGGHHH! Had so much bloody trouble with this chapter. I lost the password to the original one soo this is like crap compared to it. Sorry for the shortness also. Longer chapter next time. I promise. Luff ya and review people!
