(A/N Wowie, ok, sorry that it's taken me soo long to update you guys! I really thought I should get on it, so here we go. Only two chapters left now. Ooh!)

"Oh yeah, no one is going to notice us here." Chloe said sarcastically. The whole army (or what was left of it) had uprooted to a big cove a little ways to the right of the beach, on the sixth day of Achilles 'peace pact'. They apparently had a big plan (that Chloe was left out of) and they had twelve days to pull it off. They wouldn't bother the Trojans, and in turn, hoped the Trojans wouldn't check up on them.

Every one's spirits were lifted. Chloe had even caught Agamemnon singing. (Although he said if she told any one he'd feed her to Hades hounds…whatever that meant.) However, land space was limited, and she and Achilles didn't have a boat. But they were invited to stay with King Odysseus. There was a lot of space, since so many men had been killed.

It wasn't the most practical way to live, but most of the time was spent back and forth between the beach, any ways.

Finally, Odysseus and Achilles broke down, and told Chloe what was happening.

"We need a way to breach the wall." Odysseus began. "We are going to build a giant horse, and hide inside it-"

Chloe cut him off before he could finish. Memories started flooding back to her. "The whole Trojan horse bit! Oh my god, I totally remember now! Men will hide in the horse, and that's you're way to breach the Trojan walls! Much most effective than knocking them down!" She still couldn't remember who won the war, but still. "It's so clever, but…so awful." Chloe looked at the two men. "Promise me you won't kill any women, or children, ok?" She asked, holding out her pinky.

The two men scoffed. "No, pinky promise. Just, touch you're baby finger to mine." The men did as they were told, and Chloe smiled to herself.

"So, that's what you guys are building. Huh."

Chloe took a lot bigger interest in the building of the horse, now. She actually tried to helpful (staying close to either King Odysseus, or Achilles. She didn't want to ever be attacked again. It was too risky to stay by herself.)

Chloe stepped over a dead body (gross! But they'd left the beach in a terrible state on purpose…full of plagued men and garbage.) And she walked over to King Odysseus.

"Chloe, would you mind holding this for a moment?" Odysseus asked Chloe on the ninth day, handing her a piece of wood to hold, while he ran some thing by Agamemnon.

And just as quickly as it had been plucked into Chloe's hands, it was taken away. "Hey! she shouted.

"Little Chloe, you're probably too weak to hold it. All women are." Said the soldier.

"Too weak to hold pieces of wood?" Chloe wrinkled her nose, and put her hands on her hips.

"No, just too weak." The men laughed.

"Oh my god, women can do ANY THING men can do!" Chloe practically spat at the soldier. "Every one knows THAT. Don't be so lame."

The soldiers looked at her in a 'yeah right, keep talking blondie' sort of way.

"I'm serious!" She turned to Odysseus, who had re-appeared. "Give me one of the…throwy thingies." She ordered. He looked at her with disdain (he obviously wasn't used to being ordered around) but soon Chloe had her hands wrapped around a long spear. It was big…way bigger than her.

And as soon as Odysseus let go, Chloe squealed, as her arm dropped to the sand with the spear.

"Ohkay…that was a LOT heavier than I expected." Chloe said, trying to pick it up with both hands while the men roared with laughter.

"Women are weak." Chuckled a nearby man.

"I hate men!" Chloe squeaked, threw down her spear, and stormed away, until she found Achilles.

"Some thing wrong?" He asked. He looked like he was struggling under a big piece of wood. The horse was pretty huge, already. It was the structure that they had made, already, and it was almost twenty feet tall. "Yeah, some of the men were making fun of me, and calling me weak!" She huffed.

"All women are weak." Chloe resisted the urge to kick him. She knew what his anger looked like.

In a quick effort to change the subject, Chloe asked, "Who is going to stake out in the horse? And what if the Trojans don't let the horse in?" These question had been burning in her (and probably every one else's) brain.

"Well, I'll be in the horse. Along with King Odysseus, and a few other skilled warriors. We'll open the gates, so the rest of the men can come in. And if they don't take us in, well, I suppose Agamemnon will have to leave this war behind."

"But he won't."

"No, he won't." Achilles agreed.

"Wait…hang on a sec, you AND Odysseus are going in the horse?" Chloe asked. "I want to come!"

At first, Achilles shook his head. "No. It's too dangerous."

"No, it'd be too risky to stay here with all these men, no one to look out for me." Chloe bat her blond, mascara-less lashes at him. "Please?"

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