A/N: Ok, here's the next chapter just as I promised. Enjoy!


A Change Of Alliances

"Briseis?" a soft, feminine voice called out, it was Andromache, Hector's wife.

"Come in," Briseis replied. She smiled when Andromache entered.

"Is he really here? Fighting for the Trojans?" she asked, her voice containing a hint of excitement.

"If you mean Achilles, yes," Briseis replied nonchalantly, like it was nothing that the strongest, bravest, and best warrior in all of Greece and probably all of Troy had turned against his fellow countrymen for the love of a woman.

"Why?" Andromache asked. She sat down on the bed next to Briseis and took her hand. A tear fell from Briseis' cheek; she didn't bother to wipe it away. That one tear was followed by another, then another, until tears streamed down her cheeks. Andromache pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her young cousin.

"Shhhh, he'll return, just as sure as the sun rises and sets each day, he will return," she soothed. Briseis continued to sob in Andromache's shoulder.


"Look," voices whispered. People pointed and spoke in hushed tones as he walked proudly down the streets, his head held high, his spear in his hand, his sword by his leg, his men following him, walking the exact same way.

Achilles' blonde hair blew around his face, as his helmet was in his hand. He looked at no one, not the people on the streets or his own men.

"Prince Hector," Achilles acknowledged, bowing his head slightly.

"Achilles," Hector responded.

"Where would you like us to go? Or do you not have any form of order with your men?" Achilles inquired, his eyes gazing at the Trojan soldiers.

"You can go at the back, surprise the Greeks in any way you can, kill as many as possible,"

"Ok, Prince Hector, I must tell you, the Greeks know nothing of my men and I changing sides. They let me listen in on the discussions about plan of attack. I know where each and every man will be standing. I know where Agamemnon, Diomedes, Menelaus, Triopas, Odysseus, both Ajax's and Nestor will be standing; I know who will be fighting beside them. If you wish, I can tell you so that you and this entire army have a large advantage. I will help you kill every leader, every king, but, I want Agamemnon. He is mine. He insulted me, and kidnapped Briseis; I want to be the one to kill him," Achilles announced. With every new breath, his words became louder, so that every man standing in the surrounding area could hear him.

"Fair enough, come, let us talk, let us plan our defence of Troy," Hector replied. Achilles nodded and followed Hector to a small room which held all the weapons. They sat at a table in the corner, and planned their attack.


TO BE CONTINUED……


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