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Chapter 2 – Invisible Act

Night had fallen over the beaches of Troy. Paris and Helen made love in the Trojan castle staying away from any bit of war they caused. Menelaus paced with his brother Agamemnon in the highest tent on the beach. And Achilles was frustrated while pacing in his tent.

Meanwhile, Atreis paced as well in this, strange holding cell. She shook her; Achilles would kill her once he found out what she'd done. She felt stupid, completely gullible. She vowed to never ride a horse in Trojan land ever again. They'd been here for about a day and several hours, and she had managed to be captured. Atreis killed 8 of the guards, until the actually caught her off her feet with a strange way to injure her. Still pacing, she locked her arms over her sheer dress with a long skirt that opened on her back, and with a 'v' covered the small fabric that hid her chest connected around her neck. No other woman in the entire Aegean had that dress.

But at this moment it meant nothing, her head was in pain, and she wanted to die. Achilles would kill her once he knew, and she could feel his anger, if he even knew.

A maid placed a bowl of water and towels to clean her wounds, but in anger and annoyance she gripped the large stone bowl, flexing the toned muscles she had, grunting and she threw it against the bricked wall of this guest room. That's what it was, it wasn't a cell, it had a bed, and a view.

Once the bowl smash, into a thousand of tiny pieces dragging down the wall. Dizziness came over her, she paused, placing her hands on the wall, then pulling out her tied up hair she took a deep breath, forcing her to breathe deeper than before. Her heart raced and her eyes welled up. She wanted to be at Achilles side at this moment, then she would no longer need to protect herself, and he would.

"...No one is allowed near her but me!" Atreis heard yelling from the other side of the door, it opened with a sharp crack of the wood and locks. She covered her ears and whined slightly. "You again, YOU KILLED 8 OF MY MEN!" Atreis turned; taking whatever strength she had left and standing without any help and looked at the voice of Hector. He noticed an extremely large bruise on her face, on the left side, it flowed from her eyebrow to her cheekbone, and it was a terrible purple and black color.

"What do you want from me?" She called in a sneering tone while regaining composer and glaring at him. Her white dress was stained with her blood and the blood of 8 other men, guards whom attacked her. "...Lay down, allow your guards to try and do what they wish to me? You honestly believe any other Greek woman would get away? Your guards are animals and it was a pleasure to kill a few." She became cocky to quickly and Hector began to yell again, a few feet away from her. He was obviously angry with this woman, his eyes where full of flames and his fists clenched together. This woman, in her dirty blonde hair with the eyes of a warrior deep within her was daring. Hector almost didn't know how to respond.

"You should be in chains." Hector calmed. Atreis lifted her hand and pointed to a far corner where a pair of chains laid.

"They don't fit a woman's wrist." Hector turned and saw the chains. He placed his hands on his hips; he was bluntly confused on how to handle her. She looked over him; he was washed and looked better than the day before where she fought with him. He wore a simple blue outfit with a necklace made of gold. Hector stepped towards her, and looked over the broken pieces.

"Whom are you?" Hector asked, seemingly generally interested and guilty for the day before, and even for now. He knew that bruise wasn't from his own hands, but his guards. She seemed like this was a war she had no choice to fight in. As though this was her life, and that was all.

But he didn't know her; he didn't whom she was and why she was here. Atreis placed her hands behind balancing herself against the wall; she was becoming dizzy again. Closing her eyes, Hector stepped forward.

"You should rest, I see my guards must have injured you." Hector was too compassionate; Atreis could tell it could cause his end. He gazed over her, before gripping her forearms and trying to help her.

"I'm fine. Besides, I killed most of them." Atreis refused his help, backing up he stared at her. "They gathered a rock, and hit me. Only way to knock me down I suppose." Her foot slid over into the piled mess she'd made of the bowl, she looked down, then stood back up. "Atreis, daughter of Peleus, sister to Achilles."

Hectors eyes became wide and in complete shock. The sister to Achilles, the greatest warrior he'd known beside himself. And no doubt he'd not be pleased with her capture. His mouth opened wide, and he had nothing to say.

"I wouldn't waist your time with interrogation, if you do, I will kill whom ever does." Atreis growled. Hector shifted his weight while his eyes never left from her. Atreis was far too cocky; she was trying to show more confidence, due to a lacking of something else. But at this moment, Hector saw a scared, and defensive woman. She supposed this was what he was great at, watching, it helped in how he was an enormous warrior for Troy.

"No more killing Atreis, you know now this is Troy's kingdom, and you're under my control. I could have you thrown in a cell in chain with the local murders." Hector warned in a steady voice. "But after all, you may be needed." Atreis glared at Hector, if she was able to throw a dagger, she would aim for his heart. And the gaze Hector gave was nothing like hers; he seemed to believe that she might know something useful.

"Right, so I can kill your local trouble makers? You really believe stuffing me in a cell will stop anything Hector?" Atreis stepped forward for the first time since Hector stepped in. She was tired, annoyed and in pain while her voice became loud and sharp. Her mind screamed for Achilles' help, but she got herself here, and she must leave on her own.

Hector, standing there as though he was reading her thoughts kept his mouth shut, before walking out of her room, only to call the guards to open the door. She watched as his body moved as one, pure hard Trojan muscle, and she felt like vomiting. Due to the fact she, unlike the others, was foolish enough to think she was superior to the rest, and a horse right in the middle of Troy's countryside would cause no harm.

Atreis walked over to the soft large bed that was fluffed with new blue sheets and four pillows and collapsed with s single breath of air.

Meanwhile –

"Where is she?" Achilles whispered at Eudorus. Turning, Eudorus looked as his men standing still, and turned their heads about each other, hoping someone would have an answer. Patroclus gripped Achilles shield that he just finished cleaning and almost walked past Achilles, until he took hold of his shoulder. Achilles murmured the same question to Patroclus, and his response was to shake his head 'no'. As though a blanket of truth had hit him, Achilles kicked the sand, wishing he'd be in battle to release to rage. Atreis was irresponsible, she was childish, and more than anything, she was just like her brother.

Patroclus placed the shield back down into Achilles' hut, and then returned to his side with a suggestion.

"Achilles," He began, but feeling slightly intimidated, he paused while Achilles' eyes gathered his surrounds thinking he might have just missed where Atreis was. "Give it time. Atreis will appear."