Hector

As the Greek army marched towards us I could not help the rage or the disgust appear on my face. All these men brought here for what? Lies and false promises no doubt. Paris must have saw Menelaus as he gave a sharp gasp. I couldn't have a care for that man as I had only hate filled eyes for Agamemnon. The man that had wanted us under his rule for so long was now before the walls that I would defend to the death.

"All these men brought here for one mans greed." Paris whispered "Why would they agree to such a stupid cause?" It seemed I had misjudged Paris he was still twenty years old and had never witnessed a fight before, let alone a war. He was expecting an answer, so I decided to give him the truth;

"They will have been told that they here for the Spartan queen" I replied, not caring if the Greeks heard or not."When they have not returned home when the Spartan king is dead, they know that they were deceived."

Paris looked at me and I felt my heart tug. He may have the appearance of a man, but in his heart I think he is still the happy young boy I knew and loved. My heart went out to him over and over again. At least the Myrmidons aren't here yet, I thought we may still have a chance at beating the Greek invaders this time.

Leena

Standing a few meters away from the field of battle, you could really get a sense of how bad this war was going to be. Just the thought of being one of those waiting to die was enough to make me shiver. I felt a gentle hand rest on my shoulder, knowing who it was trying to comfort me, was enough to bring tears to my eyes. But I had insisted that I would watch the battle closely, so I could now were the wounds that were sure to come, came from.

"Why?" I whispered, much like what I saw Paris do in my Vision from last night,"Why would someone believe that a barbaric, chaotic bloodbath would solve a dispute between two men?" Tears were now threatening to fall, yet I felt the hand on my shoulder tighten.

"This is more then a dispute over a women," Eudores answered "Agamemnon has wanted Troy for years, he has no care for what anyone else wants. He came with eyes only for Troy."

It seemed that something was happening as Paris was walking towards a figure on the opposite side.

"The war has officially started. Only the gods now know how long it will go on for." Eudores informed the men behind himself, me and Patrocus who was on my right hand side. I felt his figures brush mine briefly, I had to hold back a shiver that threatened to take over my body. It was a comfort to know that he cared for me at this moment.

The fight between the youngest prince of Troy, who was clearly no good with a blade, and the old untrustworthy king of Sparta was the hardest thing to watch. My heart went out for Paris because even though he was meant to be my enemy, I felt that he had done nothing wrong. It was not his fault that he had fallen in love with a married women, we cannot choose who we fall in love with, only when felt do we now we cannot live without that person do we now it is love that has taken over us. When Menelaus's sward sliced through Paris's thigh I let out a small yelp of fear and hid in Patroclus's chest. I couldn't care what the others thought of me at that moment, I could think about was the fact that I could feel one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist. I felt safe in Patroclus's arms, something I never thought I would say to myself. A warm fuzzy feeling came over me and with it came defiance. Turning back towards the fight I knocked a arrow into my bow, thank the gods I thought to bring it with me! Knowing that I could only cause minor damage I pulled the bowstring as far as it would go.

For you Paris, this is the only help I can give you. I let the arrow fly praying to the Underworld and Olympus that I had done enough to save the young prince of Troy's life.

Paris

The arrow came from nowhere. One moment I was waiting to die, the next a great howl of pain came from Menelaus. It seemed the arrow had lodged itself into the base of Menelaus's spine. Whoever helped me in my moment of struggle, let them be blessed by Apollo god of the sun. I plunged my sward into the chest of the man that had tried to kill me and had made Helen's live a living hell. I looked at the arrow that had saved my life, it was a finely made arrow. Whoever had made it had clearly a skill. Etched into the shaft had been carved stars and patterns that I would have thought impossible to fit onto such a small amount of space, but what really confused me was the name carved near the head. The name was Leena...

Evil me! hope this makes up 4 missing out on Achilles and Bresies xxx Mythical