Hi! I didn't know where to put this. I'm writing this in like, five minutes. Anyways:
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Odysseus saw a shadow hanging back in the Underworld. One that held itself proudly. Setting 
himself away from Eurylochus and the crew, he went near it.
	"By the Gods!" Odysseus exclaimed. 
For this was not a friend. At least, he wasn't. But Odysseus couldn't help feel sorry for the
 feeble creature, in a fraction of his former glory. By all means grieving for three things: The 
 loss of Helen of Troy, a kingdom, and his own life.
	"By the Gods, what did he do to you?" Odysseus repeated. The figure shook with grief.
Odysseus went back to his men. He pointed them toward the person lurking just beyond their reach.
 Crossing the blood trench, they each saw who the shade was, and each had their share of "excitement".
	"What in the name of..."
	"How in Hades?"
	"Oh Gods!"
The figure tried to hide its face in shame, and Odysseus went to comfort him. However, the figure 
drew a dagger and brandished it towards Odysseus.
Achilles, tired of the men not getting advice from him, impatiently strode towards the figure and 
pulled down it's hood.
	"You!?! Why, you little... I'm going to KILL you!!!!!"
For the figure had been Achilles' undoing.

							The figure was Paris of Troy.
							
							
							
							
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Sorry this chapter was kinda- no really short. Hope you liked it. And chapter two, Paris' Story
 is coming down the road. Please R&R.

Cyas guys and girls-

Macaan