A/N: This chapter has more description, and more emotion than the first 2. Also, we begin to see Atreis is weak, as is Hector. But Achilles weakness isn't where it should be.

The forsaken 1: why thank you! Lol

Donna Lynn: umm, honestly, I haven't decided yet, I'm kind bouncing back and forth. For some reason, I truly don't like Andromache or Helen, so shrugs all in the air right now until I get a hold of the ending.

NOTE: There might be two different endings, such as the ending in the book, and thus my own ending, I haven't decided...lol decisions...

Chapter 3 – Weakness

Everything replayed in his mind. He could do nothing, not make some heroic move to try and find out the answers, nothing seemed to make sense. Many possibilities came about, yet only one unbearable ending.

It was strange to believe Hector and Achilles shared the same thoughts, about the same woman. They both had just as much to lose. Hector could lose Troy, and Achilles could lose family. It was no longer about war, but almost slipped his mind when Achilles quarreled with Agamemnon.

"It's non of my worries. I'm fighting a WAR ACHILLES! Your foolish sister can drag herself out of what she fell into. If she is still alive, NOW leave!"

Achilles marched back into his hut, heated and angry. Not only was Atreis gone, but Brises was ripped away from him as well. Achilles' day where becoming more of a hassle, and hell he wanted to leave Troy's shores for good.

"What shall you have us do my lord?" Eudorus called at Achilles as the dark waters ruffled over the sandy beaches, their feet lay before the dryness, about to be sucked in by the deep.

"Wait."

A few hours after dawn --

"Ummm,"

"She speaks!" A loud voice boomed about her ears, she jolted in shock while it echoed.

"Possibly we shall receive the information Hector won't allow us to know." A small whiny voice called. The scuffling of feet was obvious, while whispers and a few loud words drew near. Atreis slowly opened her eyes, she felt her arms above her and held back; she was being propped up by a guard holding her back while fat ugly men in jewels approached her. They tried to touch her face, glaring at her every move though they where small and uncontrolled. Atreis pulled her face back before the fattest one of them all wished to place the tip of his fingers over her cheek.

Keeping her mouth shut, the man was enraged and pulled back his hand. It is at these times when her life appeared in slow motion. She watched him pull his hand near his face, revealing a sword on his hip, but quickly she gazed around. She was in the throne room, Priam's seat; high above the others was vacant. Atreis gritted her teeth, while her eyes never shifted from watching this mans hand. As quickly as her heart agreed to the decision, she smashed her head back into the guard holding her, causing him to release her. With her free arms she detained the sword, and held her own, as the man froze with a childish scream.

"Give one reason why I should end your life!" Atreis whispered while pressing pressure on his neck. His gray bread and eyebrow wiggled with fear as the few screams and shouts came from the crowd of old men. They wanted to push her buttons, but she got the best of them. "Call off your guards, or your advisor will die before Priam's throne!" Atreis shouted the guards stood still, their weapons drawn. Yet nothing was said, she knew this was a moment in which for the first time she was in complete control. Pressing harder, drawing blood she bit her lip.

"ATREIS!" A familiar voice yelled with tapping steps towards her. Atreis closed her eyes from only a moment while breathing deeply. Her head became dizzy yet again, Atreis' mind began to curse the gods for the wound in which would cause her to fall and be seen as weak. Yet she showed no weakness, standing her ground, but after she felt a cold blade on the side of her own neck, she knew whom it was. "Everyone leave." Hector demanded while with his free hand touching her shoulder. Atreis closed her eyes; she was ready to faint. Dropping the sword just after the room had cleared, and allowing the man with dripping blood to run, she turned on her heel and fell to her knees. Hector on queue -- as always plunged down before her holding her from falling any farther.

"Don't," Atreis slid back, Hector placed his hands on his thighs. His face became hard, and an annoyed look flushed over his usually calm and cool state. "In your damn kingdom or not Hector, I animal to be exploited in a damn cage!" Atreis looked through the strands of hair in which shielded most of her stare. Her hands held her up as her knees throbbed in pain. Her injuries from the rock had done some damage. Hectors eyes traced around the empty room, blood sprinkled the floor and the sword lay at her side. Her neck was bleeding, not much, but his blade managed to give her a warning.

"Come on then," Replied Hector, standing up he kicked away the sword and avoided the blood puddle. "I'm not going to help you if that's what you wish." Hector told her in advance that he wasn't planning to help her up. Atreis pushed up softly to stand up, her spine straight while waiting for his command. After all, she wasn't to full strength and fighting him now to escape was a death wish with wiggly knees. "I apologize, I had no idea the men would want to interrogate you. You're capture was not announced. Only myself and my father knew." Hector knew the remaining guards whom lived must have told the story and lead them to her door. A petite dipped cut show cased the evidence he needed to know they yet again knocked her out violently to show her off as though she was a prize of war.

Atreis' eyes exposed her entire disturbing stature. She was fuming, drained, emotional, and on the verge of murdering the entire Trojan kingdom if another exploit as this is repeated. Hector almost opened his mouth to reassure her that she was safe and to be never touched again. But it was something he couldn't possibly promise.

Later that afternoon –

"Oh my sweet," Andromache flickered a small red flower about her sons noise only to hear the child laugh and giggle in delight. This child was her pride and joy, and it seemed she was in another world when it was just Andromache and Astyanax. "Hector?" Andromache's voice floated about the room as her husband appeared. "Where have you been dear?" Hector walked over and placed a wooden lion in Astyanax's hands. The child cradled it before it entered his mouth now covered in drool.

"A few of the old lords decided to play question and answer with the prisoner." Hector referred to her as a 'prisoner' to make Andromache happy. Saying Atreis was more likely to arise questions.

"Really? But Troy needs answers. And if this captive has them--"

"She doesn't." He replied quickly, Andromache shrugged her arms and brushed her brunette hair from her cheeks with a smile. She seemed unfazed about the war, she couldn't and wouldn't understand anything about it. Andromache looked up at Hector, and a sweet tender smile appeared.

"My darling, watch the sun fall with me tonight."

"There's a meeting in the hall, I must go." Andromache closed her soft lips as Hector turned to his son, and then dashed off for a war meeting. Andromache noticed how distant everyone had become from this war, and while touching her son's face, her stomach knotted in terror.