(A/N Thanks to every one who sends me reviews, and private messages telling me to update! That really motivates me to do so! Happy Thanksgiving Canada!)

Chloe awoke with a start, and nudged Patroclus out of his slumber. "Do you hear that?" It was the warning horn. Eudorus and the other men were already jumping out of their beds, and running out of the tent.

"Stay here, Chloe." Eudorus barked at her, but Chloe couldn't stay put. Once all the men had left, she ran outside. Looking around for a familiar face, she didn't stop until she crashed right into King Agamemnon, but he didn't seem to notice. He, his sidekick, and King Odysseus were staring, open mouthed in horror, as the Greeks jumped into their battle gear, and got ready for the attack.

Chloe wasn't sure WHAT the Trojans were thinking. They had sent a bunch of arrows that were alight into the sand just before the huts began.

And then, it was made clear what they were thinking. They rolled what looked like giant balls of cream-colored yarn towards the arrows. "Oh my god!" Chloe breathed, and she heard Agamemnon gasp beside her.

The balls picked up speed, and fire as they rolled over the flaming arrows. They destroyed every thing in their paths. Huts, humans, every thing. Chloe was mesmerized. There was absolutely nothing that they could do. And the cries of the men confirmed that, as they were run over with the flaming balls.

"That was a really smart move on their part." Chloe muttered, and Agamemnon inhaled sharply.

Chloe noticed that Odysseus had left, probably to put on his gear, and help fight. 'Brave soul.' Chloe thought. And then, she spotted Prince Hector, in the distance. She wasn't sure how she knew it was him, she just did. He was standing, just standing, and staring, a serene look (from what Chloe could see) on his face. In the middle of all the chaos, you would have thought he was on vacation. And then the look turned angry, and as the sun rose, and most of the flames finally died, leaving smoky ashes that Chloe could barely breathe in, the mighty Prince started to bang his spear against his shield.

All the Trojans joined in, much to the dismay of the confused Greeks.

"Okay, seriously, where is this music coming from? It comes every time there is an intense moment." Chloe asked Agamemnon, but she got no answer. Chloe decided to try to block out the trumpet sounds, obviously in her head. She was lucky the King of Kings has tolerated her this long.

It was then that she noticed Agamemnon wasn't there either. He had left to put his armor on, too. Chloe blushed when she realized she had been talking to herself.

Chloe screamed to herself. The advancing mass of Trojans made her want to jump into the ocean, and start swimming for her life. She could tell by the Greek hesitation they were thinking the same thing. Chloe was happy, though. The Trojans would probably end up winning the war…she just wished she were on the other side of their big walls.

And then, Chloe saw the Myrmidons run out, led by Achilles. But wait…Chloe inched closer. Achilles' hair was way more golden, and she saw mousy hair peeking out. And then a huge lump formed in her throat. "Patroclus! Patroclus, no!" She screamed. But of course, no one heard her.

The Greeks cheered, and Chloe felt compelled to watch. She inched closer and closer, until finally she was at the edge of the battle. She hopped up onto a nearby crate so she could see, hoping that she would be safe.

Now that 'Achilles' had decided to fight, Chloe noticed that the Greeks had more enthusiasm. They charged the oncoming Trojan mob with 'Achilles' in the front. Chloe had to admit, he was a good fighter. But the idea made her sick to her stomach. She liked having one friend here who had never killed any one before.

Chloe saw Eudorus, slicing his way through the crowd, and noted that he was a good warrior, too. Although, now she felt dizzy. And not just because she snuck a sip of wine when no one was looking the night before. She thought of Eudorus as gentle, a man who was constantly abused by Achilles. Not one who was a great warrior, and who killed men without a second thought.

Odysseus was a brave soldier, too. And he didn't even have to fight. But he did. Chloe smiled. And then she spotted Hector, and noted how close he was the Patroclus. And then, the scene from a few days early, at the temple of Apollo flashed in her mind like a movie. She knew what was coming next. "Patroclus." Chloe groaned.

And then, the two saw each other, and started circling. Chloe couldn't take it any more. She hopped off her crate, and elbowed her way through the crowd. Every one had stopped fighting, any ways.

She didn't know who she wanted to win. Without Hector, the Trojans were sure to lose. But Achilles would be mighty angry if Patroclus died…although he would probably be angry anyways.

"Oh, stupid Patroclus!" Chloe exclaimed, and it wasn't until some thing wet landed on her lip that she realized she was crying.

And then Hector and 'Achilles' started. They were doing fine, until Patroclus fell. Chloe inched in beside Eudorus, who gasped. "C-Chloe?" He stuttered, barely taking his eyes off the fight. "I told you to stay inside the tent!" He was obviously in battle mode, now.

"Well, I…uh…" Chloe couldn't think of a good enough excuse.

"You are one lucky woman, not to have been killed yet." Eudorus focused his attention back on the fight.

Chloe grinned. Maybe she was protected because she wasn't really there when the war had actually taken place. But her grin soon faded when Patroclus fell back again. He was an impressive fighter, but Hector was better. And that was so proven when Hector slit Patroclus' throat.

"NO!" Chloe screamed, and all the Greeks around her gasped. Chloe heard a sharp intake of breath, and noticed Odysseus a little way down. But no one was more upset than Eudorus. Only Chloe knew the truth. She buried her head in Eudorus' shoulder, tears streaming down her face. And he surprised her by grabbing her head in a hug-like gesture.

Chloe had to look again when the Trojans all cheered. She felt a quick wave of dislike. And then Hector removed Patroclus' helmet. Every one gasped. Some even visibly relaxed. But Chloe and Eudorus remained upset.

Patroclus was gurgling, barely alive. Choking on his own blood. Hector didn't look to pleased, either. In fact, he looked down right sick. "Put him out of his misery already! Please!" Chloe heard her voice scream, and Hector glanced up at her in surprise ("What was a girl doing the middle of a war? And haven't I seen you before?") and then drove his sword through Patroclus' heart.

"Enough for one day." Hector told Odysseus, who agreed. "Yes." He said weakly.

"Back to the ships!" He ordered, and the Greeks made their retreat. "That was his cousin." He said to the now very upset Prince.

Chloe joined Eudorus, who was closing Patroclus' eyes, tears, streaming down her face again. King Odysseus joined them on Chloe's other side.

"We were going to sail home today." Eudorus said, his face full of regret.

"I don't think any one's sailing home now." Odysseus, always the optimist, replied.

Chloe stood up, her knees slightly shaky, then turned around, and spilled the contents of her stomach on some unlucky Trojan's shoes. "You know, I always thought men who said war was to much for women – implying that they are weak- were assholes." She said to the sand. "Now I want to thank them." And then she fainted.

When Chloe came to, she decided it couldn't have been that long that she was out. One of the Myrmidons was carrying her, as they lagged behind Eudorus. As always, he was going to have to tell Achilles. Chloe wasn't sure if he'd live through it, this time.

The solider carrying her put her down, and after she nearly fell over once, she regained her strength, and ran up to Eudorus, just as he shouted, Achilles. Beckoning his lord, the way he had always been beckoned. Though Chloe noticed that his voice shook, and she placed an encouraging hand on his arm. He was too afraid to acknowledge the gesture.

Achilles exited his hut with a smile on his face, which turned to a frown in the blink of an eye, when he saw his men all dressed for battle, and covered in blood.

Achilles scratched his head, as if he were confused. He looked like he was in search of the right words. "You violated my command."

"No, my lord. There was a mistake." Eudorus insisted, and Chloe felt her heart flutter for him as Achilles took a few steps towards them.

"I ordered the Myrmidons to stand down. You led them into combat." It was amazing how monotone Achilles could keep his voice. It was almost as if the most worked up he got, the more monotone his voice stayed.

It was then that Briseis poked her head out of the hut, and smiled at Chloe, not knowing what all the commotion was about. Eudorus sunk to his knees, and Chloe backed away. Achilles was getting too close.

"I didn't lead them, my lord." Eudorus said softly, his voice barely a whisper. "We thought you did."

Achilles let his words sink in. It didn't take him very long to understand, and he furrowed his brow, and gasped. "Where's Patroclus?" He asked Chloe, who backed away a little more. It was hard to think that this man she'd depended on to protect her was making her cower back in fear.

"Patroclus!" Achilles shouted, making Chloe jump, and Eudorus look down. "We thought he was you, my lord." Eudorus was still speaking softly. "He wore your armor. Your shield, your grieves, your helmet. He even moved like you."

Achilles looked as if he were fighting back tears, and Chloe moved forwards. She had a hug instinct, to try to make people feel better when they were sad. And it was taking over.

But then he struck Eudorus across the face. "Then where is he?" Achilles shouted, and Chloe screamed, and jumped back.

Briseis ran forward, and Chloe thought about running to give her a hug. But Achilles was in the way. It was too risky.

"Where?" Achilles shouted again, and Eudorus quickly answered, "He's dead, my lord. Hector cut his throat."

Achilles looked as if he were choking. The pain was obviously too much. He decided to share it. He thrust his boot onto Eudorus' neck, choking him.

"Stop!" Chloe heard herself shout. Thankfully it was cut out by Briseis, who said the same thing. "Don't!" She cried, running forward.

Again, the pain needed to be shared, and Achilles whipped around, and grabbed Briseis by the neck, lifting her arm with one arm. She whimpered, her face frozen in a shocked expression. And then Achilles threw her down, beside Eudorus, who was still choking.

Once Achilles had cleared from the area, Chloe ran forwards, helping Eudorus into a sitting position.

She had turned to help Briseis, but she was already up. "Are you okay?" She asked, and Briseis nodded. "Can you get him some water?" Chloe asked, and a couple minutes later, Eudorus was breathing normally, gulping down some water, while Chloe tried to brush sand (mixed with blood, to make sort of gooey mixture on his face) off.

"I'm sorry. About every thing." Chloe said to Eudorus. "And I'm sure he wasn't angry at you." This comment was meant both for Eudorus and Briseis. "He was just angry at the world. And maybe Hector. And maybe Patroclus for being such an idiot. Any ways, I'm sure he didn't mean it."

This seemed to make the wounded pair feel better, and Chloe smiled internally. She was about to go looking for Patroclus, but then realized that she would never see him again.

(A/N Well, I'm preparing myself for an array of hate messages. I wasn't going to do that, people kept pleading me not to kill him but...it's good because its part of Chloe's change in the story. Any who, review, and I'll update! Thanks guys!)