(A/N Only one more chapter left! Excitingful!)

"No, absolutely not!" Odysseus snapped.

Chloe heard Achilles say, "I want her staying with either me, or you. And since we're both in the horse…"

Odysseus sighed, and Achilles muttered some thing to him. Chloe caught, "I already saved her", and "one before", and "these men are savage."

Finally, Odysseus forced a grin. "All right. Fine."

Which is how Chloe ended up inside a giant Trojan horse. Giving her lots of time to think about how worried her family must be. She'd been gone for over two and a half weeks, now.

It also gave Chloe tons of time to wish that she hadn't been in the horse. It was hot. It was smelly. She was sitting on some guy she didn't even know. And her legs were starting to cramp.

She also started thinking about trying to stop the soldiers from opening to gate, or going to warn the Trojans, but she didn't think it would do much good. Besides, if she tried to interfere, it Agamemnon didn't gut her, some one else surely would.

But finally, FINALLY, she heard voices outside the horse. She smiled, and Achilles put his pointer finger up to his mouth, reminding her to stay quiet. Chloe rolled her eyes. But it made sense. She wanted Troy to win, all she had to do was scream now, and they wouldn't lose.

But Achilles quietly pulled Chloe to him, and put his hand over her mouth, as if he were sensing what she was thinking. Or maybe it was because her breathing was really loud.

She tried to steady her breath, and was going to try to pull away from Achilles, but thought better of it.

"Plague." Chloe heard a muffled mans voice. "Don't get too close, my King."

"This is the will of the Gods." Chloe rolled her eyes. If only they didn't rely on the Gods so much. "They desecrated the temple of Apollo…and Apollo desecrated their flesh.

"They thought they could come here and attack our city in a day." Cheered a man with a gruffer voice. "Now look at them. Fleeing across the Egian." Chloe rolled her eyes again. As if. Like Agamemnon would ever do that.

"What is this?" Even though the voice was muffled, Chloe could tell it was King Priam.

"An offering to Poseidon. The Greeks are praying for a safe return home." Said the first voice. "This is a gift. We should take it to the temple of Poseidon." Chloe rolled her eyes for a third time. Did they have temples for every God?

"I think we should burn it." Said a voice Chloe didn't recognize.

"Burn it, my Prince, it's a gift to the Gods!" Said a different, outraged man, and

Chloe's heart sped up. Prince Paris was there!

"Father. Burn it!" Paris pleaded.

It was a good thing Achilles' hand was over Chloe's mouth, because her eyes widened, and she gasped. They would be burned alive!

But before Chloe knew it, they were being rolled forwards, probably to their deaths. But if they were going to start a fire, why wouldn't they do it on the beach?

Chloe turned around, to look at Achilles, but his eyes were unreadable. So were King Odysseus'.

After a while of rolling, Chloe heard the unmistakable sound of gates opening. They were in! But that didn't mean that they were safe. But then Chloe heard cheering, and decided that she wouldn't be scorched alive. Not today, anyways.

There were so many things Chloe wanted to say, but she was too scared to voice them into words. So she stayed, perched on Achilles lap, his hand over her mouth, until it became dark.

Finally, Achilles and Odysseus nodded to each other, and Odysseus gave the command.

Then men started piling out, sliding down on the ropes they'd (smartly!) brought inside with them. Chloe looked down. She was the last one, and she was awfully high up.

Achilles was waiting for her. Chloe slowly and painfully made her way down. Hey, it was hard, because she was clutching her Chanel tote. About a dozen feet above the ground, Chloe lost her grip, and fell.

Right into Achilles arms. "Nice catch." She breathed.

"It's a good thing I'm not conceited, or I would have thought that was on purpose." He whispered. "I'm going to look for Briseis. Stay hidden."

Achilles turned to go, but Chloe called him back. "Wait!" She whisper-yelled. And then gave him a giant bear hug. "I may not see you again, so…good luck." He nodded, kissed her forehead quickly, and then ran off.

Chloe, never being one to do what she was told, ran off in the direction that Odysseus ran in. She was stupid enough to not even grab a knife to protect herself.

She arrived at the scene of the crime, just in time to see the last Trojan guard get stabbed in his sleep.

"Chloe!" One of the warriors exclaimed. "You were supposed to stay with Achilles." That was her role, when every one else got well planned, exciting roles when they had decided earlier that day.

"Yeah. I don't like to listen to people." Chloe shrugged.

"You should stay hidden. It's going to be a massacre." He warned, and Chloe sighed. "Thanks. Hey, do you have an extra knife?" The soldier nodded, and held one out for her. "Thanks!" Chloe exclaimed. She'd made such good friends inside that giant horse. Who would have thought?

"Be safe." She told him, having no clue what she was going to do next.

Then she saw Odysseus, who was waving around a torch, just like they had planned. That was to signal the army, and they'd open the gates. Chloe wished they didn't have to do it in the middle of the night. She hoped they would be fair, but hello, reality? And knew they wouldn't.

"Chloe!" Odysseus hissed. "You were supposed to stay with Achilles."

"He ran off." Chloe shrugged.

"Well get out of here! Go!" Chloe hugged him, too (she was feeling overly emotional), snapped at him, "Be safe. And thanks for everything!" And took off at a sprint, just as the whiny, nasally women started singing in her head.

Chloe perched herself up on the top of a high building, knowing she wouldn't be safe for long. The Greek army had run inside, and people were starting to wake up. Just in time, too. Not only were they killing every one in their path, they decided to start lighting every thing in their path on fire.

Troy must have been an extremely nice place to live, when it wasn't being burnt down. Chloe felt a surge of pity for the Trojans. It was their city, their home. But hadn't they done the same to the Greeks? They had attacked them with balls of fire. Although, the Greeks had attacked the Trojans first… Chloe couldn't think about it any more. Her head hurt.

Chloe no longer saw Greeks and Trojans. No longer saw people that she wanted to lose, and people she wanted to win. She just saw men. And women. And animals. People of both nationalities, people whom she cared about. People who were all running around frantically, being slaughtered, because of one mans greed.

Chloe fought back tears. "Damn you Agamemnon!" She growled to herself. She heard women screaming. Children crying. Men groaning. Horses whinnying, and their hooves pounding on the ground. And for some reason, she hadn't been spotted yet, and she wanted it to stay that way. She sprinted for higher ground, desperately wanting to yell at the Greek army to stop. But she couldn't. Her tongue felt heavy, and all she could do was save herself.

Until she heard a girl scream.

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