A/N: Alright, i know it's been awhile, but i'm shifting from place to place! lol
Trojans: I'm glad you like it! Umm, the relationship between H&A will blur...if you understand that, lol
Donna Lynn: I like Atreis' relationship with Hector, it's real, there is no subornation , in which Hector as a Prince is used too. She calls it like she sees it. But also she is learning her more compassionate side from being with Hector. It's a joint learning experience as i like to call it! lol
The forsaken 1: Atreis will go out of her way to push some buttons, just for the reaction. And i love this character due to that! lol Ummm, we might not see Achilles with Atreis for awhile, but he's not completely gone from the story. She'll meet up with him once the big blow out of Hector and Achilles comes along in the movie. Which in this story is stretched out for a few chapters.
I STILL AM THINKING OF HAVING 2 DIFFERENT ENDINGS! One for my own creative tastes, and another to follow the movie. shrugs dunno though, lol :)
Chapter 5 – Three Great Warriors
"What did you wish me to say?!"
" –Something vaguely better!" Hector shouted at Atreis while opening her door. Two guards stood post by her door as Hector and she entered. The guards fasten the door and locked it shut.
"I have nothing better to tell them! I said what I knew! Menelaus wants to murder Helen. So I embellished a bit, but I swear on my life its–"
"That's not the point Atreis." Hectors forehead vein, began to bulge, though his voice remained calm. "She needed comfort,"
"Then why did you even bring me to her? You know I would rather kill her myself." Atreis recalled in a normal tone while looking off into the distance, her palms pressed on the ledge of her view.
"Why is that?" Hector folded his arms and stood a great distance behind her.
"She started a war between Trojans and the Greeks. All to befit something that might not even be worth it. She called all the people I care about to war to be murdered for HER LOVE! She and Paris are completely selfish, and so consumed with what they 'have'! They knew it would bring upon this war. So many deaths so two people can share a bed?!" Atreis whipped around and leaned against the ledge. "Explain it to me if you think to know better."
"You know I'm against this war. But I'm not handing my brother or Helen's head to Menelaus." Hector admitted to Atreis. She looked down, having nothing to reply with. Hector stepped near her, and then swept the hair from her face and behind her ear. "Sleep, if you wish we'll speak more in the morning."
"It is morning." Hector chuckled slightly at her reply. It was quick, and something told him that Atreis didn't want to be alone. But he had a wife, and a son. His sweet smile stayed as she lifted her chin.
"We'll speak later. And if you're good, you can come and visit my father." Hector spoke before disappearing into the dark, tracing his way to the door.
"Isn't he afraid of me?" Atreis asked gently.
"No, he's intrigued!" With that Hector headed out the door. Atreis reached for a dark cloak Hector left once during his many visits. She wrapped herself, before taking a look at the slump from the ledge. She raised her eyebrow. She'd done it before, it could be done again.
Meanwhile –
"Will you fight?" Brises asked Achilles while he tangled his finger in her hair. The sky was still dark, and they hadn't been able to sleep since Odysseus entering.
"No, I won't." Achilles touched her face as her eyes where soft and sweet. The sweetest thing Achilles had ever seen with his war earned eyes. "I have you, my sister is well. There is nothing left."
"I was wondering, she isn't in a cell?" Brises became interested, Achilles placed his hand over his ear, and held up his head. She looked at him fidget.
"No, she's in this guest room. And she's been taken care of. Hector sees after her."
"Hector! He sees after Atreis?" Brises pulled back, it was strange that Hector was dealing with a prisoner alone.
"She's really not a captive, she'd dressed well, fed, bathed. She looks content actually. She refused to leave."
"Is she a warrior as well?" Achilles laughed at her question. Of course! Any sibling to Achilles was a fighter.
"Yes, yes she is. I taught her when she was eleven, just because my mother was afraid someone would one day take Atreis, and she'd be killed to provoke me. Thus I trained her." It made no sense to Brises why was a Greek, none the less and solider of Agamemnon not in a cage? What was hector thinking?!
"You spoke of three great warriors." Brises spoke softy as the sheet of fur covered her skin. "Atreis, Hector and yourself?" Achilles nodded and ate a grape nothing seemed to faze him at the moment.
"Yes, we all have the same qualities, but we use them all differently. Hector is the great warrior, praised and due to gather the throne. I, on the other hand am the threatening brute. Atreis is the queen whom needs no man." Achilles laughed at his own bullshit. He rolled onto his back while Brises rested on his chest. "Together, we are the greatest warriors alive. But never tell Atreis I spoke of her as a warrior; I'd never hear the end of it." The two seemed consumed with each other....and it didn't cause a war.
-- "It's a beautiful sunrise." Atreis flinched as a woman, walked up beside her on the highest tower of Troy's kingdom. She wrapped her hands together and stared at this woman. She was breath taking, with long stunning brown hair and deep eyes to match. Atreis smiled at her, she seemed to have more wit than Helen. "I'm sorry to disturb you, what is your name?"
"Atreis," She did it again, she spoke without thinking. Hector would have her skinned now for leaving her room. The woman, in her exquisite gown of a dark blue bowed slightly and gave a warm smile while standing next to Atreis.
"Andromache, it's wonderful to meet you Atreis."
"As am I." Atreis gave a grin before shifting to the sunrise. "I had to wake up early to watch this. It's beautiful, but gives warning." Atreis pointed out to the sun, its golden yellow was consumed by a pink that mixed with a purple, into a red, blood red. Andromache nodded in agreement, then turned to a commotion down in the streets. "Agamemnon," Atreis mumbled to herself, Andromache turned to what she'd said, and her eyes filled in horror.
"Greeks are coming, that's why Hector was absent early this morning!" Andromache turned, looking at Atreis. "Follow me," She hollered at her new acquaintance, Atreis followed reluctantly. This was Hectors wife, the woman he'd never speak of. She held her dress in place and dashed after Andromache. They ran from where they saw a horde of Greeks marching towards the gates of Troy.
Within minutes, Atreis found herself standing with the highest of Troy's people; she blended in well with her new attire. King Priam sat in a throne built of stone, as Andromache sat at one side of him, and Helen at the other. Around them where some of the men whom tried to attack Atreis a few days earlier, but they seemed to not recognized her new clean look. Priests, advisors and more stood watching the Greeks approach in the light of day. Troy's men drew from the gates and the front line sat on horses.
Two horses, Helen and Andromache seemed partial too, it was Paris and Hector. Atreis stepped forward from her position. Helens eyes nailed Atreis, and her eyes welled up, but her voice was gone. Priam turned to see what Helen viewed, and suddenly she was caught.
"Atreis?" Priam called, she turned and looked at him with wide eyes. Everyone stared at her as she felt out of place.
"Priam, I was just-"
"Many find it hard to believe that Greeks are against this war. But you have proven them wrong." His old yet wise voice hollered what she'd told him days before. "I'm glad you could join us." Priam smiled and nodded his head his hand reached out to her as though a beckoning symbol of peace.
"Thanks for you're hospitably my lord." Andromache's jaw dropped, this was the captive Hector was over seeing -- this beautiful woman?! Suddenly his midnight disappearances rattled in her mind of episodes where this woman was involved. Andromache locked her jaw shut, and worried over her husband's battle instead.
Atreis turned around to the faint whispers the advisors muttered about her, as she stood a head of them. "I can hear you. And no, I'm not passing secrets, or planning an internal attack." Atreis mocked their worries and waved her palm as a continuation of her sentence. "I'd much rather stand at the side of the battle than be in the thick of it."
"You must know the Greek ways then." One advisor piped up and took a bold step, suddenly the eyes of every Trojan within a seven-foot radius was planted on Atreis, yet again. Atreis gave a sickening stare to this man, the man that had the nerve to stand up and suggest she give away Greek secrets.
"How dare you insult fool? I would never give Greek secrets to a damn Trojan!" Atreis' mind hissed and her eyes released this feeling deep with in her soul. Yes, she was within the Trojan gates, but in no way was she planning to take part and share secrets. Long ago this would be in her nature, but just as the seasons change, so do Greeks.
"If you're suggesting I go over strategies with your generals, I believe you are speaking to the wrong Greek. Just as I've kept your secrets as that, I shall keep there's silent. I am no longer involved with this war." It had to be the most important thing Atreis had said while being here in Troy. But this did not stop Helen; she stood up and shot back.
"Then what do you consider yourself Atreis? You are a warrior, your brother happens to be Achilles correct? Are you claiming that you have no side, this would be that you're a traitor to the Greeks?" Helen took a brave stride; she wanted to be even after last night. Priam looked between them, he could see the flames between the two and how their passion towards each other was another war entirely. Andromache sat still, ignoring the pitiful argument and watched Hector below.
"You where once Queen of Sparta Helen, now your Princess of Troy. But unlike you, I am not causing death from being in Troy, and yet I'm still a Greek." Atreis nodded at King Priam before anything else could explode from the quarrel. "Thank you Priam, we shall have another conversation tonight?" Atreis cut off any attempt Helen had to reply.
"If time permits," Priam nodded back with a weak smile, thanking Apollo that the argument as ending with Atreis leaving. With the commotion Helen and Atreis caused, they failed to notice Paris had challenged Menelaus. And by this time, Paris was wounded on his thigh and bleeding profusely. Helen could hardly breathe.
Atreis drifted into the inter workings of the Trojan kingdom, and covered her eyes.
"Troy will fall, and all that I've come to love will die." Atreis spoke to herself in a shadowed hall. A deep breathe left her, sliding down, griped the sword.
A/N: oh time flys...lol man, hope your enjoying it, I love it! Lol maybe cause I know whats gunna happen, lol