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Ch. 24

The first and greatest victory is to conquer yourself; to be conquered by yourself is of all things most shameful and vile.

~Plato

The noble deeds are known and emulated by those who have a natural inclination to these things.

~Democritus

Peace had been made between Priam and Achilles, but the threat of Hector still hung over him and his mood was rather turbulent. Panthea had given him a son, but had also been delivered of a daughter, Hector's daughter. He had seen the child a few weeks after his arrival in Troy. He had been confined to his rooms other than mealtimes, though he could escape with a snap of his fingers. Achilles was imprisoned, but his one freedom was the window he could see out of and look down on the courtyard below. This was how he discovered his enemy's child. Panthea had taken the children outside one afternoon, Achilles recognizing his son immediately, but the other child was a Trojan. He had interrogated her about the child when she had brought Alexius to his rooms and an argument had ensued between the pair.

"I saw you outside this afternoon," Achilles remarked as he rocked Alexius in his arms. His son stared up at him with the same eyes as his mother and Achilles was enchanted by them. He tore his eyes away from his son, Panthea frozen to the spot at his declaration. She was uneasy and he spotted her behavior immediately.

"Is something wrong with Alexius enjoying some fresh air from time to time?" Panthea asked defensively.

"No. I was merely curious about the other child he was playing with," Achilles continued, his eyebrows raised at her tone. He knew she was protecting the other child, he just didn't know why. "Whose child is it's?"

"Andromache's." Panthea was quick to answer. "She was with child the same time as me."

"And yet she shows no signs of being recently pregnant." Achilles was not stupid. He had seen his fair share of pregnant woman and most of them retained some of their pregnancy weight for a time and their breasts were enlarged. Andromache displayed neither signs, while Panthea did.

"Some women don't." Panthea would not give him a clear answer. She was avoiding his gaze. Praying to the gods that he wouldn't push, but her prays fell on deaf ears.

"You're lying to me." Achilles saw right through her, his dazzling blue eyes sharpened into a deep blue. Though he cradled Alexius carefully in his arms, his anger was evident through his facial expressions. "It's your child."

Panthea cringed at his words, her eyes shutting as she heard him utter what she had tried to hide from him. "Yes." She could only bring herself to utter the single word, her eyes lifting up from the ground to connect with Achilles'.

Achilles clenched his jaw, breathing in deeply to calm in his inner lion. The golden warrior was deeply wounded by his discovery, but he could not hold Panthea accountable when he was the one who had abandoned her. "How? How is it possible that you have another child who looks nothing like either of us?"

"Because her father is Hector. Because she's a princess of Troy and not your daughter." Panthea's words stung Achilles' ears and he tried to block out the pain he felt at her admittance. "I don't know how or why this happened, but Priam says it's the doing of the gods."

"The gods all meddle in our lives and it seems they always choose your life to interfere with," Achilles gritted at her sarcastically. Alexius stirred in his arms, disliking the tone of his father's voice. He began to fuss, Achilles checking himself as he tried to calm down. Panthea stepped forward, taking his son from his arms and placing him in his crib so they could talk without upsetting him.

"It's the truth. Whether you chose to believe it or not is up to you." Panthea was defiant in her response. She would not back down as Achilles threw his accusations at her. She hadn't laid with Hector until later into her pregnancy and therefore, the only logical explanation would be the gods. Achilles tried to wrap her head around the concept, knowing Panthea had avoided mentioning the child to protect herself and Hector. She would not lie to him outright. It was not in her nature to render him gullible enough to believe her.

Achilles was angry, not at Panthea or Hector, but at the gods who always seemed to wreak havoc on mortals. "I do believe you," he replied. His pride was screaming at him to take the comment back, but he couldn't. It felt like he was eating dirt as he spoke those words, but Panthea was relieved to hear him say such a thing. She walked into his arms, wrapping her hands around his waist as she buried her face in his chest.

The action was surprising, but not unwelcome as Achilles wrapped his arms around Panthea. It was their first form of affection in weeks, Panthea always remaining formal and reserved during their meetings. "I would never intentionally hurt you," Panthea stated, staring up at Achilles with a look of adoration. Achilles cupped her face with his hands, the rough callouses felt along the skin of her cheeks.

"I know. But I've hurt you on several occasions." Achilles stroked Panthea's cheekbones with his thumbs, his eyes showing his remorse at having caused her pain. "I'm deeply sorry for having done so."

"The mighty Achilles giving me an apology? Many would faint at hearing such a thing," Panthea teased. Achilles cracked a smile at her words, understanding all was forgiven between them. He dared to dip his head to her level, their noses brushing before he placed his lips on hers softly.

Panthea didn't shy away from Achilles' kiss, her hands reaching for the back of his head and her fingers intertwining with his thick golden hair. Achilles lifted her up into his arms, holding her so they were the same height as they kissed passionately. Her legs wrapped around his waist while his hands held her under her thighs. She broke away for air, Achilles turning his attentions to her neck and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down on the soft material, looming over her as his blood became excited with the thought of taking her.

Panthea stared back up at him, her eyes reflecting the same look of desire as Achilles' did. Their lips connected once more, more fervently than before. His hands lingered over her body, gradually making their way to the bottom of her peplos while her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. Achilles lifted the thin material up her legs to her thighs, his hands running over the skin softly, yet impatiently. His hand dipped between her legs, Panthea uttering a mew of pleasure as he caressed her bundle of nerves. Her hips bucked and she had to pull her lips away from Achilles' as she let herself become overcome with yearning.

Achilles smirked into her neck, mollified by the way Panthea was reacting to his touch. He pulled his hand away before she finished, impulsively removing his chiton to reveal his sculpted, tanned body. She reached for him, her hands eagerly drawing themselves across the length of his body. She admired every single inch of him, both of them kneeling before each other on the bed. Achilles unclipped her peplos, the material falling off her body. Now both of them were naked, their bodies laid bare for the other to see.

The pair's coupling was rushed, exasperated as they had not been with each other in so long. Achilles hastily grabbed Panthea, lifting her up slightly as he entered her. Panthea gasped at his member, groaning with every thrust he made I into her. He still positioned himself on his knees, holding Panthea in his arms as she tried to meet his advances with the same vigor. She pressed herself against him desperately, holding onto him tightly as she felt every move he made.

Achilles plunged into Panthea repeated, his force and speed increasing until he reached the tempo most satisfying to both of them. He could barely contain himself as her walls clenched around him and within a split second, he had settled down on his back as Panthea stared down on him. The new angle gave Panthea control as she kept up their frantic pace, her breasts bouncing wildly as Achilles fondled them.

"By the gods," Achilles murmured, feeling himself unravel. His hands gripped Panthea's hips fiercely as he reached his high. He let out a loud roar at his climax, roughly pumping into Panthea to allow her to also experience his euphoria. She moaned as she felt her orgasm creep up on her and she slumped on top of his body as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love you," he murmured into her hair.

Panthea lifted her head up from Achilles' chest to place a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you," she uttered before repositioning herself in his arms. She felt a slight tinge of guilt at her actions. After all, she was a married woman, but Hector had suspected something like this would happen. He had even mentioned his suspicions to her, catching Panthea off guard at the fact that her husband insinuated that Achilles presence would cause her to submit herself to him once more.

Panthea could only sink further into Achilles' embrace, but not before gathering Alexius and laying their precious son between them. Achilles lay the sheets of the bed around them, for once experiencing a sense of calm. They centered him, made his life feel complete after having a piece of him missing for all those years. Panthea and Alexius were the two most important things in his life now, the good that had been found while in Troy and he would live for the good. He would destroy Agamemnon if it was the last thing he would do.e would destroy Agamemnon if it was the last thing he would do.

Hector had immediately known when Achilles had seduced Panthea, the moment she walked into the hall where they dined together. Panthea held Alexius on her hip while Achilles hand lingered on the small of her back for a moment too long. His eyes narrowed at the display and he glared at Achilles as he separated from his wife to take his place next to Patroclus. Panthea made her way towards her husband, passing Alexius to his grandmother, Helen, and reaching for her other child who was sitting in her father's lap. He allowed Panthea to grasp Lyra in her hold, though he whispered in her ear as she leaned over.

"I know what happened. Everyone else may be blind, but I am not." Panthea grimaced at his words, sending him a warning look. "We will finish our discussion later." Hector pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek, allowing his second wife to slide into the seat next to him. His anger was hidden to all but his wives, He would not display his marital problems to the court. Meanwhile, Andromache had noticed their tense reactions, though she said nothing to either of them. She would not pry in Panthea's personal business with Hector as she did not pry in hers.

Dinner was silent for Panthea as she kept her attention on her children and nothing else. Achilles tried to catch her eye across the table several times, but she ignored him, focusing on the heat that came from Hector's hand as his hand gripped her thigh possessively. It wasn't until brown met blue that Achilles realized they had been discovered. Hector sent him a vicious glare, the intensity of the Trojan Prince able to turn him to ashes if he wished. They had had their fair share of staring competitions, but now that Panthea and Hector were married, it was different. Achilles had knowingly beguiled Panthea while Panthea consciously performed the sacred rite of marriage with a man that was not her husband.

Hector's anger was centered on each person, but his level of rage varied. He couldn't chose which one he felt more rage towards, his enemy or his wife. He had predicted this would happen, but he hadn't realized it would be so painful. He was aware of Panthea's affections for Achilles and he knew she loved him as well, but did she love them equally or one above the other? That question kept running through his mind, separating him from the outside world. His senses had blocked everything out as he asked himself again and again, oblivious to all his surroundings but not the fog that had taken over his mind.

Priam noticed his son's dilemma, seeing through his blank expression and silent behavior he was displaying. His blue eyes filled with empathy, not just for his son but for Achilles as well. They loved the same woman, had a child from her, and would do anything to keep her. But with both of them in Troy, he prayed they could put aside their quarrel for the benefit of destroying Agamemnon's army as well as his pride.

Once dinner was over, Hector and Panthea retired to their private wing of the palace, Andromache following behind. She could feel the strain between them, their children the only distraction as each adult held one cooing child in their arms. They reached Andromache's personal chambers, the women walking inside and settling the children down on the floor. "Can you watch them for me?" Panthea asked, Andromache nodding at her words as she took in her shaking form. Panthea culpability was racing through her and the impending argument with Hector was affecting her deeply.

Hector and Panthea then walked in silence towards her own personal chambers, Hector easily able to navigate between his wives' rooms as they were placed across from each other. He shut the door behind them, the creaking door shutting loudly and making Panthea jump. She gathered enough courage to move her eyes towards him, Hector already staring at her with a combination of disappointment and anger.

"Do you realize what could have happened if someone heard you? If someone had come across you two together? Do you understand the risks that you placed on yourself and the position you have put me in?" Hector rapidly fired each question at her, an edge of apprehension in his voice. Panthea could not fathom how Hector was dealing with this and she had forgotten the consequences if someone had happened to discover her and Achilles. Hector had protected her by marrying her, but with this news, her reputation would be tarnished, she would be labeled a whore, and Hector would be known as a cuckhold. He would be ridiculed, made a joke, and influenced to discard her by his father's advisors. She had become her mother in a way, become the second Helen or an extension of her mother. Her beauty had caused another war, a private war between Hector and Achilles just as Helen had caused the Trojan War between Agamemnon and Priam.

"I can't apologize for what I've done. It wouldn't make amends. Nor would I apologize for that would mean I regret my decision, but I don't," Panthea declared, her fierceness detected in her statement. She would not bow down to Hector, but he was not expecting her to. All he wanted was for her to admit her faults, but how could he when she didn't view her transgression against him as one.

"I'm not asking you to be ashamed of yourself. I'm asking that you act as my wife! That you act properly in my court without ruining yourself!" Hector had always been stern with her, but he had never yelled. Panthea shirked back when she heard Hector's voice turn deadly and she had the decency to feel as if she had failed him. "I have done everything to protect you. I defended you against my brother when you disagreed with him. I married you when you found out you were pregnant. I have loved you, adored you, accepted Alexius as my own. You're the mother of my child, a princess of Troy. All I ask is that you act like one."

Panthea felt like a spoiled child that had been scolded for going too far. She had overstepped a boundary and she knew what she had done was wrong in the sense that hers and Hector's positions would be deeply affected if someone found out. Hector was angry with her, but he did understand the affection she held for Achilles. "I'm sorry," she muttered silently. "I…I didn't realize…"

"No, no you didn't," Hector responded. His hands ran through his hair frustratedly as he started pacing around the room. "All I ask is that you be honest with me in this marriage."

"I am," Panthea stated as she began to cry angry tears. She was mad at herself, but now she was more incensed at his treatment of her.

"If you were honest with me, if you had any respect for me, you wouldn't have done this!" Hector exclaimed. "You don't even love me do you. You love him, your precious Greek soldier."

Panthea pointed an accusing finger at him. "You've always known that I loved him. Don't accuse me of lying to you."

"Then you love him more than me?"

"No! Don't say that!" Panthea shot back at him. "I love you equally." Hector wished he had never heard her words, but he wouldn't cover his ears like a child. Instead he made a sound of irritation like an animal, Panthea narrowing her eyes as he let out his rage. He was acting like a typical man when his pride was bruised and Panthea had done just that to Hector. "Control yourself. You're acting like an animal."

Hector scoffed. "I'm acting like an animal?" He reached for her, grasping her upper arm tightly. "You just laid with a man who isn't your husband. You have no sympathy for what you did to me. What you did was wrong, and you can't even admit it." Panthea pulled her hand back, slapping him across the face in rage. As soon as she had done it, she felt remorse. Hector released her, looking at her in pure shock. Panthea herself stared back at him dumbfounded. They stared at each other, neither making a move as they looked at one another from opposite sides of the room.

Panthea uttered the first word, hesitant, but repentant. "Hector…Hector I didn't mean to." Hector could only send her a look of misery, shaking her head. It wasn't the stinging of the slap that bothered him, but that she had carried through with the action of hitting him. She approached him, placing her hand on the side of his face that she had attacked. He flinched at her touch, the skin still sensitive. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's come over me."

"I will forget this ever happened," Hector spoke as he removed Panthea's hand from his face, gripping it lightly. "I provoked you and should not have said those things, but I'm telling you this because I want to protect you and our children."

"I know," Panthea cried, small tears falling down her face.

"We're both tired," Hector said. "I think it's time we both retire." Panthea consented, lifting up the thin sheets of the bed and covering herself with them. Hector sent the maid to fetch the children, also sending Andromache a message that he would stay with Panthea that night. The children were placed in their cribs, dozing off to sleep at the sound of the waves and crickets outside the window.

However, Hector and Panthea lay side by side in their own bed, neither allowed the privilege of sleep. Panthea kept replaying her actions over in her head, dwelling on the issue, while Hector was berating himself over his harsh words. Panthea lay on her side, facing the cribs where the children slept. Hector rolled over, taking in her small body and light breathing. He knew she couldn't sleep just like him and he moved his body over to place an arm around her body.

Panthea reacted by placing her hand on his arm, lazily stroking the fine, dark hairs with her fingertips. Hector tightened his embrace around her, relieved she did not reject him. It brought some comfort to him that she still yearned to be near him, even after their argument. Panthea turned in his arms, dark brown linking with sparkling blue-green. They were silent, speaking with their eyes as Hector clambered overtop of Panthea and sheathed himself within her. She did not gasp in pain as she was already ready, wet to the brim as she had hungered for his attentions while they tried to sleep.

Hector was gentle with her, rocking into her with the utmost care as she welcomed him inch by inch. Panthea stared up with him with such adoration, her eyes studying every move he made. She knew she had been blessed with a kind husband, one that loved her well. Most marriages were not so lucky, her parents' included.

Hector was slow, but intense as he continued his movements. He plunged deep and hard into her, but never picked up his pace. He wanted to enjoy this, please her in the same way he was being satisfied. They both came quickly, each relishing in the feeling of love each partner gave the other. Hector just held Panthea in his arms afterwards, both remaining silent except for the exchange of kisses and touches. Now they could both sleep, the Trojan prince and Greek beauty making amends between each other.

"We need to figure out our next step. The Greeks have not left and I'm sure Odysseus has told them we uncovered their clever plan," Hector voiced, concerned for the welfare of his city. He stood in front of his father and advisors, still sore from his injuries the previous month. Menelaus and Achilles were also present, the two Greeks being eyed warily by the other Trojans. They still did not trust them.

"They do not know that you're alive," Priam responded. "We have an advantage." His advisors and high priest nodded at him, knowing that Hector was their weapon. However, some thought that Achilles was a blessing from the gods. He could win this war for them along with Hector. If they were still on opposite sides, if Hector had died, the Trojans would question their superiority over the Greeks. Achilles was born to end wars, Hector was only born to fight for his father's cause. "And since you have so kindly pledged yourself to our cause," Priam gave Achilles and Menelaus a pointed look, "We have the upper hand twice over."

"Then we should attack as soon as possible. Catch them off guard!" Paris exclaimed.

"They're hardly off guard." All eyes darted to Achilles as the golden warrior messed with a dagger in his hand. "There will be more guards on watch. And where they resettled, I'm sure they've changed positions by now. Agamemnon is at his worse. He'll be paranoid. He'll do anything to destroy Troy no matter the consequences. Odysseus has probably already concocted another plan." He threw the knife up, the sleek blade slicing through the air before he caught it perfectly between his palms. "Agamemnon will bet everything on it. He'll sacrifice everything to achieve his goal."

"Then how do you suppose we beat them to it?" Hector growled, irritated at his rival. Achilles smirked to himself at Hector's behavior. They were still at odds with one another even though they were allied now.

"We meet them out in the open. Challenge Agamemnon," Achilles stated. "He's too cowardly to do anything. If he rejects, he loses the respect of his troops, though I doubt they have little for him. If he accepts, he dies. He knows he cannot win if I challenge him." There was logic in his answer. Agamemnon would think it was unkinglike to duel, leaving his soldiers to do his dirty work. "He would be on the run, turn away like the sniveling worm he is."

"Then let us all agree that Agamemnon will meet his end soon. We'll send the Apollonian Guard to search them out and then we will ambush them. Agamemnon's end is near my friends! The world will know that the Trojan's are invincible!" Priam declared. His subjects voices rang out across the hall in an eruption of battle cries. They were ready for war, ready for victory, and it seemed nothing would stop them.

The Trojans were in full battle mode, every able-bodied man suiting up with armor and gathering weapons to kill their enemies. The Apollonian Guard had uncovered the Greeks' location, the troops having moved farther up the coast and some of them camping on land. They had several guards on watch, though they believed they were safer because their location was supposedly unknown. They were wrong and now the Trojans were preparing to ambush them and emerge victorious.

Hector sat astride his stallion, his helmet's tail fluttering in the wind as he watched the chaos around him with a stoic face. He was completely covered in Trojan armor, his standard displayed on his shield proudly. It was a stallion, embossed in gold and surrounded by waves. He was the tamer of horses, so the symbol fitted him perfectly.

Achilles stood on the opposite side of the court yard, strapping his greaves to his lower legs. He took viewed the younger soldiers running around hurriedly as they arranged themselves into formation as their captain ordered. He chuckled, noting that they were acting like ants scattering around the dirt at a drop of water. The experienced men displayed the same behavior as Achilles, seasoned in battle. They knew what to do, unlike their younger counterparts.

Everyone's attention was taken when Panthea strode out into the open, appearing to be a goddess of war as her armor glittered in the sun, fitted specifically to her body. Her helmet was held under her arm along with her shield, her sword glinting threateningly in her other hand. She would not stay behind with the other women. She was her father's daughter, a warrior to be reckoned with.

Achilles and Hector both stared at her with a combination of awe and disapproval. She was a warrior, but a mother two, and neither wanted to see her harmed. They both strode towards her in the middle of the courtyard and she held her hand up to halt them. "Before either of you speak, I've already made up my mind and there's nothing you can do about it." Both warriors swallowed their speeches in their throats, knowing Panthea would not consent to either of their requests. She would fight with them until the end whether they accepted it or not.

The Trojan soldiers, along with the few Greek soldiers apart of Menelaus' company, had made their way to the Greek's secret location. All was silent as they awaited the orders of their leaders, each man holding their spears and shields impatiently. They were ready for the downfall of Agamemnon and the Mycenean Empire, ready to free Troy from the chain of slavery that threatened them. They halted a ways away from the Greeks to rally, not wanting to be discovered yet. Hector stood in front of them as the leader of the Trojan troops. Menelaus and Panthea stood behind them, presenting a united front to the many men watching.

Achilles stood not far off, not one to make a speech to men who were not his. He had sent his men home and Patroclus remained behind at the palace. Achilles would not lose him a second time. And as he looked at Panthea, her back to him, he hoped he would not lose her either.

"Trojans…And my newly made brothers-in-arms," Hector spoke, many eyes widening at his acknowledgement of the Greeks, Menelaus and Achilles specifically. "We have one common enemy, a man who seeks to make the whole of the Aegean his slaves! We shall not stand for this insult!" The men cheered together, beating against their shields in unity. "I ask that you fight for our motherland, fight for Troy, and place your faith in the gods. We shall be victorious!" More loud yells of agreeance filled the air, the men placing blind faith in Hector. "To battle!"

The men raced towards their targets, the first groups falling into formation under the cover of darkness. The archers readied their bows, waiting for the signal to release their arrows before their men reached the Greeks. Hector made the signal, arrows spiraling through the air effortlessly and hitting the guards on watch. They fell one by one, seemingly easy, but one was able to let out a yell of warning, waking up the other Greeks asleep in their tents. Agamemnon was among them, choosing to sleep on land rather than at sea. He groggily opened the flaps of his tent, his eyes alighting with fury at the approaching Trojans. The other Greeks had the same expressions on their faces, Odysseeus also surprised at the appearance of the Trojan troops.

Steel struck against steel, the metal glinting in the moonlight. Spears were thrown, piercing the enemy. The men on the ships could only watch as their comrades were killed off, many frozen in place. None moved to sail the ships to shore, the anchors still stuck in the sand beneath the waves. They all thought the same question: Should we aid them or let them fall? They were tired of this war, tired of Agamemnon reigning supreme over them all. They all wanted to go home. Would they let Agamemnon fall or answer the call to battle?

Hector, Achilles, and Panthea had all led the first group into battle, Glaucus and Paris in charge of the second round of soldiers to attack. They had the advantage, the Greeks unprepared for battle. They all rode forward on horses, Panthea becoming one with Apollis as they struck their scattered enemies. Panthea showed no emotion as she cut through her first opponent, his body easily sliced through with her sword. She had taken a life with the flick of her wrist and hadn't even flinched. A second man came running forward, roaring at Panthea and alerting him of his pursuit. Again, she raised her arm and pierced his bowels, his intestines falling from his body. Panthea cringed at the sight, but regained focus, searching for her bloodthirsty uncle.

The three of them met Agamemnon in the middle of the battlefield, dismounting their horses. Menelaus stood behind them, eyeing his brother warily. The Trojans swarmed around their leaders while the Greek soldiers did the same to Agamemnon. An invisible line had been drawn between the enemies, both staring at each other as they waited for one of the men to speak. Panthea was eyes several times, her White-blond hair recognizable under her helmet.

"I ask for a duel between you and me. No one else needs to die for your war," Hector declared as he stepped up to the challenge, his eyes fiercely demanding that Agamemnon agree and spare all of the men. His pride got the better of him, Agamemnon chuckling at his proposal.

"You think after what you pulled with your brother that I would concede to such a deal?" Agamemnon questioned. He was not so stupid as to accept a duel, just as Achilles had predicted. "I will kill every son of Troy if I have to, but you will fall," he continued. "Even you. brother." He narrowed his eyes at Menelaus, feeling betrayed by his flesh and blood. "Greeks! Onward!" It was just as they had expected, Agamemnon hiding behind his men as he sought to control them. The Greeks could only listen to their master, though they were slightly angered by his refusal of the offer. However, Agamemnon had power over all the Greek nations, and they thought it would be fruitless to resist.

Trojans clashed with Greeks once more, once more in the thick of battle. Panthea had been separated from Hector and Achilles, thunder echoing around her as she tried to spot the men. Hector was not far away, but Achilles had been lost in the throng of men. She did not have to worry for him though. He was Achilles, the man to end all wars. Hector was a different story, having just recovered from his wounds. Panthea attempted to maneuver towards him but was halted in her path as she came face to face with her uncle. He had sought her out, two guards flanking him. She smirked at his behavior, at how cowardly he was to approach her in such a manner.

"Well isn't it my niece, the whore of Achilles?" Agamemnon taunted her. Panthea ignored his jab, removing her helmet and twisting her sword threateningly around in her hand. Agamemnon gulped nervously at the motion, eyeing the weapon before looking back at Panthea's face. He charged forward, his guards standing by watching as their master approached with no warning.

Panthea was not off her guard, blocking his sword easily as he tried to cut at the air by her ear. She dodged his attack, stepping to the side and watching as he almost stumbled to the ground. "Poor uncle. Your weight is catching up to you." She kicked his backside, Agamemnon scrambling to his feet. The guards were tense, watching as the fight occurred between their master and Panthea, but they made no move to intervene. They were afraid of Panthea, more so than their master because she was more skilled with a sword.

Thunder erupted again as well as a flash of lightning behind Panthea's head, almost creating a halo around her. He stared at her with a mixture if fright and anger, again aiming his sword at her head. It was all in vain, Panthea evading his attack every step of the way. It didn't take long for her to strike back, Agamemnon holding his shield up to stop the brunt of the force from knocking him over. He finally fell, too weak to withstand the force. Panthea held the sword at his throat, her eyes filled with delight at ending her uncle's life.

The fighting had all died down around them, everyone watching as Agamemnon fell to his knees. He looked up at Panthea, a defeated man as he dropped his shield and sword to the ground. Panthea watched him carefully, knowing her uncle was not one to give up so quickly. She decided to test him.

"You aren't worth it," Panthea stated, removing her sword from his throat. However, as she turned her back on him, he let out an animalistic cry, reaching for his sword and lifting it above his head. Panthea pivoted on her feet, jabbing her sword forward to lodge it in his stomach. Agamemnon's sword clattered to the ground, blood pouring from his mouth. No one moved, watching as he fell to his knees and started convulsing on the ground. His life was being drained from his body and the last thing he saw was his victorious niece standing over him. She had won and he had lost. It was as simple as that. A woman had bested him, and his empire had crumbled.

All was silent around Panthea and the now dead Agamemnon. No one knew what to do, waiting for Panthea to say something. Her uncle had been a tormenter to the Greek world for so long and she had ended his life. She felt no remorse, no regret at ending his pathetic existence. She turned to the men, her eyes calculated and cool as she saw their various expressions. Achilles and Hector both had looks of dignity on their faces, immensely proud of Panthea. They knew she would be the one to end this, end the war and Agamemnon's life. She lifted her sword above her head as a sign of victory and the Trojans let out shouts of triumph. The Greek leader was dead, the war was over, and Troy could never be doubted as the impassable city.

Epilogue

The war had been over for 10 years, the Greeks leaving Troy immediately after Agamemnon had been killed. Odysseus was elected as the new leader of the Greek nations, but each ruler controlled their lands alone. Odysseus would not exert power over them, only asking that they remain united in the face of a common enemy. Menelaus acquired Mycenae with the death of his brother, a fairer ruler than his brother had ever been. Patroclus returned to Thessaly, named the new king of the Myrmidons. Achilles forfeited his rights to his cousin, remaining behind in Troy. His mother had been right, Thetis predicting he would never come home.

A "verbal" contract had been drawn up between Achilles and Hector. They had put their differences aside for Panthea's sake, and she was allowed to love both men fully and equally. They were a partnership of three now, a secret to all, and yet, many suspected their deal. Panthea had born of plethora of children, bearing Achilles two more sons and a daughter while giving Hector their second daughter. They loved each and every child, Achilles and Hector accepting each child as their own. They were happy in their relationship, more happy than if they had been apart. A serene calmness had encased itself around Troy, the threat of war no longer looming above their heads. The gods were pleased, and peace was prevalent throughout the Greek world. Panthea could no longer be doubted that she truly was the god's champion.

A/N: So sad it's over, but so happy with this story! Thank you again!