Till Death…
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Summary: Yesterday… just read, I can't explain.
Hector's POV:
I have prayed silently to all of the Gods I can think of from Hera to Hades, Zeus to Athena. But I must not give in, for if I fall then my beloved Troy shall soon follow. Hmmm… I wonder if Poseidon could help me now…
But now he lives inside, someone he does not recognize when he catches his reflection on accident…
"Achilles," I muttered as I saw him leading his army of Myrmidons.
Briefly I wondered why he had decided to once again fight alongside Agamemnon when he had been planning to set sail tomorrow. And then the thought was gone as quickly as it had come.
Soon I was filled with rage as I remembered how he had slaughtered Andromache's family back in Thebe. I will never forgive him for all of the pain that he caused her and my people.
Today, he would die.
I gave my men the order to charge and I headed straight for Achilles.
Before I even knew what had happened, I found my sword through his middle and death coming towards him fast.
All battle around us ceased and everyone, both Greek and Trojan, was silent.
It seemed almost too easy. Achilles's body seemed to fall in slow motion and as he hit the ground his helmet fell off and I found myself staring into the now unseeing eyes of not Achilles but… Patroclus?
"No, no, no this could not be right," something inside of me screamed. This was Achilles's army, Achilles's sword, Achilles's armor. Not Patroclus.
Everyone just stared at me with mingled expressions of utter confusion, disbelief, shock and a lack of the knowledge of what to do.
"That—that is enough for today," I just barely choked out and walked quickly back to the palace and on to my chambers.
There I found Andromache cradling our young son, Astyanax. She seemed to sense the tension in the air.
Without turning to face me she asked, "What has happened, dear Hector?"
I closed my eyes and it was all I could do not to curse the Gods out loud in front of our child.
"I killed a boy today. And he was young, much too young." I struggled to say the words that I could scarcely believe to be true.
Hearing the strain in my voice and sensing the dread all around us, Andromache asked no more questions.
What has been done is done. Death is all tomorrow can bring. But to whom… even the Gods can't be sure.
A/N: dun dun DUN. Dramatic isn't it? Don't worry the next chapter is a lot less deep and contains some subtle humor and even (shudders) fluff. Haha. Happy /late/ Christmas everyone and remember to review!
