I OWN NOING
The next morning at dawn the Greeks were gone except a wooden horse. "Uncle if I were to die give this to Alex." They were in the horse's belly hiding from the Trojans. The plan was that the Trojans would take the horse to the temple of Poseidon, which was inside the walls of Troy.
"Of course." Odysseus took the paper from his niece and put it in his pocket. Anthea nodded his thanks.
About an hour later the horse began moving and Achilles looked through a small crack in the horse saw the Trojans pulling them into Troy. Achilles nodded and everyone cheered silently. They herd the gates of Troy close and the people of Troy cheer and celebrating their "victory". And all the Greeks knew that Troy would soon be their's.
When midnight came Odysseus and Achilles pushed out a part of the belly and it hit the street with a bang. When no one came they attached ropes to the horse and dropped them so they hit the street. Achilles went down first followed by Anthea and then came Odysseus. Achilles tapped on Anthea's shoulder and motioned toward the palace. Anthea nodded and followed him in a run.
Odysseus gave the sign to the Greek army and the gates of Troy opened letting the Greek army inside the walls of Troy. Odysseus looked around trying to find Anthea and when he didn't see her he shook his head. 'She must have gone with Achilles.' He thought. Odysseus knew she would be alright but he couldn't help but hope she would fight with him. After all she was his niece.
Achilles and Anthea reached the palace and they continued to dodge screaming people. "Where are we going? Anthea asked.
"To see Priam." He answered.
A person came out in front of them and he loaded his bow and shot Achilles in the heel of his foot. Achilles fell to his knees and the man shot at him three more times hitting him in the chest each time. The man turned and ran, yelling for someone named Briseis.
Anthea ran to Achilles' side. Anthea couldn't believe he was still alive, but when she touched his face she felt his life slipping away. "Please no." She whispered.
"Get out of Troy." Achilles told her and Anthea shook her head no. "You must. Not only for yourself." Achilles placed his hand on her stomach.
"Not without you." Anthea protested. "I am going to save you."
"You already have." Achilles used his other hand to touch her hair. "You gave me peace in a live time of war." Achilles' hand fell away from her hair and his body fell away from her landing on the floor.
"NO!" Anthea screamed through her tears. She saw her fallen lover's sword lying on the ground and only one thing mattered at that point in time. Revenge.
Anthea ran through the palace halls looking for the man who destroyed her world. Anthea saw him and a black headed woman who Anthea presumed was Briseis. "You!" Anthea yelled and the man turned around. She now knew who he was. He was Paris. Brother of Hector and prince of Troy. "You will pay." Anthea raised Achilles' sword ready to throw it at the prince's heart.
Odysseus ran down the hall frantically. After finding Achilles' body he feared Anthea would go after the killer. When Odysseus turned the next corner and he looked down the hall his heart stopped. There in the middle of the hall was his niece with a arrow in her left shoulder and not far from her he saw Paris who was. Odysseus ran as fast he could so he could get to her. He saw she wasn't breathing and her beautiful face was stained with her uncle's tears.
A/N: I hope you liked it. There will be one more chapter after this. And if you would like for me to write an alternate ending let me know.