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Author's Notes: I forgot to say this last chapter. Alida is dedicated to my bestest buddy Benny. She's a girl, that's just her nickname. Benny and Monty Inc. all the way! Also, I'm taking a vote, does Hector die? Does Paris die? I can make both live or I can make both die. It's up to you. Vote by reviewing. I guess if no one votes they'll both die. So vote now! You have until Thursday, the first day of school. I just noticed that no one has read the third chapter, so I'm not quite sure why I'm even putting this up right now. Oh well, Enjoy.

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Briseis and Alida crept as quietly as possible into the camp, hoping that no one had missed them. As they slid into the kitchen tent, they noticed they were drastically short of people this morning, but they still had people. That was odd, why would men come, and leave people? This was unheard of.

"Well where have you been?" a cook asked snidely.

"W-we've been out all night, in the woods. We heard intruders, so we ran," Alida stuttered.

The cook laughed. "Why would you want to run from your own people here to save you?"

"What?"

"That's right princess. They were here. Your cousin and his men. They were looking for you you know.

Briseis just stood there dumbfounded. Hector had come for her? And she had run. This was Alida's fault. She had been the one that told her to run. But—no, it wasn't her fault. She had been trying to protect her friend. She couldn't blame her. Besides, she could have turned around and went back. They had both thought they were Greeks. It was as much her fault as it was Alida's.

"So they left all the Greeks?"

"That's right. They came and took all the Trojans, and left us shorthanded," she said.

"Oh," Briseis said quietly.

"Well, get back to work!"

"So, are you going to tell?" Alida asked cautiously.

"And have even less people? No way!"

Briseis smiled at the cook. She then followed Alida to the back where they started to sweep up shards of shattered bowls and plates.

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"Briseis, what are you doing? Get over hear and help serve the food!" the head cook screamed at her.

Briseis sighed inwardly. This had been happening all day. After her and Alida had returned, a servant from Agamemnon had come and asked what happened, after a cook had told the story, excluding a few tidbits, including which people were gone, as not to arouse suspicion as to why Briseis and Alida were still here, the messenger left. Only to return later saying that Agamemnon still expected the same amount of work.

So all day she had been yelled at to do this and do that. But she dreaded the night. That meant she would have to serve food to leering drunk soldiers. Groaning, she got up to face her fears.

As she walked, she could almost feel the men staring lustfully at her, making her feel rather uncomfortable. On the way, she passed a group of whores gossiping.

"Oh did you hear……"

Briseis rolled her eyes. She was used to this. Whores often came into the kitchen for food and friends. Lately it had been a contest to see who could bed the great Achilles the most. Most all the whores had. Except for Chrysies. Briseis snickered to herself at the thought. Three years later, she was still not "experienced" enough for the famed demi-god.

As she arrived at her first stop, she noticed that it was a grand tent. 'Probably a king' she thought to herself. Taking a deep breath, she slowly peered in. Inside a few men were gathered inside along with a boy who couldn't be much older than her. They were talking amongst themselves and trying to convince one man to let the young one fight. He wouldn't be budged.

"No, absolutely not. He is too young. He has yet to finish his training."

"But cousin, I am! I am ready. Do you know how degrading it is to stay in the camp everyday and clean armor with the wounded and the women?"

"Ah, Patroclus, that is something every great warrior must go through. Your time will come."

Having heard enough, Briseis mustered up her courage to enter the tent. The men ignored her and went on arguing on whether this Patroclus should be allowed to battle. She quickly and quietly made her way to the table not daring to make eye contact and set down the platter of food. As she was about to leave, she felt a pair of eyes on her back. She turned around and found stunning eyes of Azure. She gasped as she recognized whom they belonged to. Fortunately, no recognition passed through his eyes and so she turned and took her leave.

'Could it be?' she pondered. 'I didn't realize he had a younger cousin.' 'Why should it matter to me?' she thought angrily to herself. 'He didn't even know who I was.' She shook her head and ventured towards her next stop.

Upon arriving, she could already tell that these men were drunk. The stench was enough to make Briseis gag. 'Don't they ever do anything else?' she mused.

After putting down the food, she shifted uneasily, realizing that the men had stopped talking.

"Well hello pretty," one man said.

"I've never seen you before," another added.

"You'd think we would have noticed such a beauty," one commented.

"What's your name?" the first inquired in a lustful voice.

Briseis' throat went dry. She wanted nothing more than to hide and die. "I...I…I have to go," she finally managed.

"Why? Stay with us pretty."

One grabbed her arm. She managed to slap his hand away before he could get a firm grip and started a mad dash towards the kitchens. Moments later she heard shouts and felt her legs getting knocked from under her.

'Apollo help me,' she pleaded.

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Author's notes: OK I am officially brain dead. This might take a while. Lol actually not really probably for a couple of hours. Ya so I won't leave you hanging forever. Read, Review and Vote! (See top)

-Amester Monty