Thank you so much for the reviews! I promise that I will update as much as possible. I hate to leave a story unfinished. I won't hold out for reviews anymore but I find them very encouraging (hint hint). That first chapter is as short as they get, I just wanted some feedback.
FreakyFriesII-Yes, he is really hot. I love Hector and I really admire his faithfulness to Andromache, but I wanted to try something a little different.
Eradwyn-I too love Eric Bana. In the story that's how I'm imagining him so I'm not going to describe him as much as Ashara. How can you dexcribe someone like that?
Ghani Hwi-I got the name off of a mythology site, but thanks I might use that later.
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The rough rocks cut mercilessly into her palms as she scaled the cliff wall. It had taken her nearly a week to track down the traders. Finally, she had caught their trail and was following them, each day bringing her closer to her sisters. She had discovered that they were heading to the city of Troy by way of back roads.

Due to the war between the Greeks and the Trojans, slave labor was limited in the walled city. Slave traders had hired mercenaries to capture her sisters and now they were on their way to sell the Amazons for a high price.

To cut time she decided to climb the daunting cliffs instead of taking the time to go around. Hopefully she could reach them before they were sold, or worse captured by the Greeks. Spurred on by these thoughts, she climbed faster, ignoring the protests of pain in her hands.

An hour later, she had climbed to the top of the cliff and was traveling along the top of it. She could see the great city, nearing it with every step she took. As night began to fall she didn't slow her pace, she could travel just as well at night as during the day.

Soon, she could see the Greek camps and realized it would be tougher to get into the city then she had anticipated. Her shortcut had been a mistake, now she couldn't get into the city through the back routes without taking another week of hard travel. Quickly, she formed a plan in her head.

Beneath the moon, she began her plan to save her sisters from enslavement.

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Feeling a tug at his tunic, Hector looked down to see the twinkling eyes of his son. Only walking for a few weeks, the boy loved to follow his father around. Hector scooped up his son and swung him through the air. Astyanax had become Hector's only source of happiness. Between the war and the loss of his wife, Hector was a broken man. Each day, he returned battle weary, only to have an empty bed to comfort him.

Holding his son tight, he walked out onto the balcony of his chamber. "Andromache...I wish you could see your son." He often found himself whispering to his wife in the night, and right now the ache was never more apparent. He took his son back to his room, telling the nursemaid to keep a more watchful eye on him.

He returned to his room and went to the chest at the foot of the bed. He removed the flowing white garment and brought it up to his face. The scent of her skin still lingered and for a moment he could feel her presence next to him.

Hector was jerked out of his reverie by the shouting of guards coming from outside the palace. He ran to the balcony to see what was causing the commotion. He was shocked to see a cloaked figure fighting and easily dispatching over a dozen guards. Hector watched as the stranger quickly worked their way closer to the palace. Running to where he kept his armor and weapons, he grabbed his sword and ran to where his father was.

As he entered the throne room, he was greeted by the sight of the figure throwing off two of his father's personal guards. His father stood in shock as the figure approached him. Hector saw that no one stood between his father and danger. Springing into action, Hector drew his sword and placed the edge of the blade against the intruder's throat just as their sword tip touched his father's neck.

For a moment the three stood stone still, no one daring to make the first move. Finally, the figure withdrew their sword and dropped it, they took a step back and held up their hands. Hector didn't remove his blade; he used the tip to push back the hood.

Hector froze, he couldn't believe what he saw...a woman. Her midnight black hair curled around her face in what could only be described as ordered chaos. In a glance, he took in her features. Her skin was a glowing olive and her eyes were a luminous green surrounded by heavy black lashes but what really set her apart were her lips. He was startled by the full redness of them, ready to kiss.

......

 Ashara held her hands up in surrender; she wasn't here to kill Priam. She stood still as the warrior lowered her hood. Watching their reactions, she knew they couldn't believe a woman had done so much damage. Taking notice of the warrior's reaction, she felt herself blushing at his obvious attraction but instantly shook away the unfamiliar feeling. Regaining her focus, she took advantage of their shock and continued with her plan.

"Priam, Great King of Troy, I never intended you any harm. I merely wish to speak with you. This was the only way I could gain access to you and have your undivided attention." Priam signaled to the warrior to lower his blade. She felt relief at having the blade withdrawn, not from fear but from embarrassment. Never had a sword come close enough to kill.

"What is it that is of such a dire matter?" The King gestured for her to come closer. She moved closer and was slightly unnerved by the presence of the warrior next to her, something about him...

"I am Ashara, Queen of the Amazons. While I was on a journey, some of my tribe was captured by slave traders. I followed them to Troy. Great King, I ask you to help me locate them and free them. In return for your help, I will fight on the side of the Trojans against the Greeks."

Ashara watched as Priam's eyes widened in shock. He looked to the warrior and it was then that Ashara realized that the man must be of royal blood. He stepped forward and addressed her for the first time.

"How can we know that you will be a valuable ally against the Greeks? Or that you are not a Greek yourself?" She admired his skepticism. Reaching into her cloak she pulled out the items that she had collected earlier during her visit to the Greek camps.

"In this pouch you will find proof that I am no Greek and that I am an efficient killer of them." She extended her hand and gave the pouch to Priam. He took it from her and pulled out the blood stained dagger.

"This is the dagger of a Greek officer." Ashara watched as the two men examined the knife.

"I paid a visit to the Greek camps before I came into the city; you have a few less Greeks to deal with already. Do we have a deal?" She looked at Priam and kept her face a blank mask.

Priam turned to the other man and they conferred. "Queen Ashara, we accept your offer. Hector will take you to your tribe and they will be freed. We will offer you shelter at the palace as long as you fight for us."

Ashara couldn't stop the smile that spread over her features. With a nod of her head to Priam, she spoke her gratitude. "Thank you, Great King. I wish to see my sisters immediately." Priam looked at his son and gestured for him to lead her.

"Of course, Hector, please help the Queen locate her tribe." Hector's features held a look of reluctance but he began to stride out of the hall. Ashara gave a final bow to Priam, picked up her sword, and followed Hector out of the room.

Quickly catching up with him, Ashara matched his pace and they walked in silence. They both looked on as the injured Trojan guards were tended to. Glancing at the prince, Ashara could tell that he was appalled at what she had done.

"Hector, It was never my intent to harm these men but I would do anything to save my sisters. I will try to make amends for what I did this night." She watched as Hector paused in mid stride to look at her. He fixed his gaze on her and she again felt the blood rushing to her face.

"Queen Ashara, I admire your tenacity but these men are my brothers and I would die for them." His voice was even but she could still hear the anger simmering beneath the surface. She looked at the ground but when she glanced back up Hector could see his own anger mirrored in her eyes.

"You do not want to have me as an enemy, Prince." She put all of her pent up anger into this last word, practically spitting it out. "Now, take me to my sisters." Hector held her gaze for another moment, all anger gone from his face. Another look graced his face...curiosity, perhaps?

"Wait here for a moment." His voice was quiet and held no trace of the rage that had been there only a moment before. She watched as he moved away and disappeared into a building.

While she waited for his return, she pulled off the dusty cloak and handed it to a passing servant. She adjusted her weapons which had shifted during her fighting. As she surveyed her surroundings, she didn't notice when Hector came out of the building...or when he stopped dead in his tracks.

Hector was taken aback by the woman in front of him. He had been dazed by her beautiful features but was struck with an overwhelming feeling of desire by her figure. She was clad in simple garments designed to be easy to fight in but inadvertently showed off her toned muscles. Her knee high boots each held a dagger strapped to it they also managed to accentuate her calves as well. Her skirt, also made of deer hide, barely reached mid thigh and was worn low on her hips. He could see the taut muscles of her torso below her green leather top. The halter strap of her top wound around her graceful neck, leaving a lot of luscious skin showing. The only other thing she wore was the sword sheath at her hip and two woven leather armbands on each of her firm biceps.

After a moment, she turned and Hector realized he was staring. He quickly moved towards her and he was surprised by the eagerness he saw in her eyes.

"I know where they are, follow me." And with those words they set off to find her sisters.
By the way, it has been about a year since Andromache's death. I'd like to know if my description of Ashara was ok, I'm not too good at those. I'll update as soon as I finish the next chapter.