A/N: if you enjoy this story, I'm running out of ink, popcorn and mountain dew, donations would be great...lol j/k (
Oh, lets see, Paris begins to stick his noise between Hector and Atreis, and sees the larger picture.... A Trojan loves a Spartan, and a Trojan loves a Greek?? WHA?? Lol I dunno yet, lol Helen Andromache make a plan to get rid of Atreis whom is turning Troy upside down, well too them....lol that'll happen in chap 7 though, lol
Chapter 6 – The aftermath
Andromache and Helen greeted their wounded warriors at the unlocked gateway of Troy. The Greeks fled back to the shores once Troy's arrows released from their bows. It was death wish to try and attack with the arrows slamming into their front lines. Agamemnon managed to lose a brother, Menelaus was killed but Hectors sword, breaking all the rules of war in order to protect Paris from certain death. Paris challenged Menelaus and in a pathetic measure latched onto Hector his savior. Hector drove his sword into Menelaus.
Helen treated Paris' thigh and held him through the rough few hours of the after math. Andromache held her son and griped Hector as though he was going to disappear right in front of her eyes if she allowed him to go.
Rejoicing came from inside Troy's walls, its people celebrated the defeat of Agamemnon and the death of Menelaus. It was a drunken gala, but a handful knew better. They knew what Troy's future held, and I didn't matter if the walls could hold the Greeks back, it never meant that they would stop. And that was what the majority rejoiced over? Figuring that the Greeks where packing to leave? Soldiers, generals and Hector knew it was far from over. This war wasn't ending tonight, or in the morning. Agamemnon's ego suffered a blow, and he was damn if he didn't take Troy in the next wake hours.
Achilles and Brises wrapped up within them selves, as if there was no outside world or war. All that no mattered was the two of them, and the blossoming love they'd created. Brises beamed over Achilles, still seeing is faults, but she ignored them and saw his beauty.
Helen and Paris had a similar relationship, Helen saw past his coward acts, and saw what she wanted -- a man who loved her and risked it all to stay by her side, even to cause war.
Andromache touched her husband's cheek where a small wound embedded in his skin. Hector closed his eyes; his wife's touch was mesmerizing and it still gave him chills. Their child, Astyanax gave soft sounds of a blissful sleep in the early hours of the afternoon.
But to Atreis, it was a joke. Patting hastily, she released the sword from her palms. She'd be sparing with her imaginary enemy for hours now. She hadn't stopped this rapid attempt to regain a mind set over the resent events. For some reason it never settled with her, and she couldn't comprehend why. Her mind was able to think in a fast pace when she was training, but this time it wasn't working. Her breathing was still quick; she slid down the wall and sat down. Her face was glowing and her lips where pale, she could only see a few things in her mind that made since.
Achilles, Patroclus and Hector.
The three of them, so different yet so alike they beamed and flashed in her thoughts. Atreis closed her eyes as the pain she'd experienced earlier in her heart had returned.
"Damn the gods, damn Apollo and all those whom are making me suffer!" Atreis rumbled, allowing her eyes to stay shut and her face be hit by the suns never ending shine.
"Something you'd like to share with me?" Atreis puffed out a hunk of air and laugh to herself, Paris had approached her. She wasn't fond of Paris he was immature and selfish. But she resented him, he was given everything, and yet he still took something he couldn't have to cause a greater problem than a herder's daughter would.
"What now Paris?"
"Know more than you revealed."
"Paris!" Atreis cried out, it wasn't an aggravated tone, she was just tired. "Allow yourself to heal before you interrogate me. Besides, I have nothing to tell you." Paris looked at her with those eyes that made Helen come back to Troy.
"You know something, or else why have you picked up a sword? Warriors spar to either train, or to be capable too clear their mind. What are you clearing Atreis?"
"What you want to hear you already know." Atreis' eyes looked concerned and they mirrored Hectors from what Paris remembered earlier in the day. Atreis knew Troy would fall, and she knew Hector would pay for Paris actions. And all of this information, Paris knew, he just disregarded. "You must know pay for your actions young Prince."
Paris forehead became heavy as his eyebrows narrowed with interest. "How do you know this?"
"An extremely smart woman." Atreis recalled to the day that her mother was told how her children would play a huge part in one of the greatest wars of her time. Along with that, all the incidents seemed to fall in place of how her mother told her. But the ending was never divulged to Atreis. But she could tell what the last faze would become.
Paris' eye where distracted by another passer-by. He stepped back from Atreis; she turned to her left and saw Hector.
"Thank you Atreis." Paris bowed lightly and walked away. Her mood was different from when he'd run into her before, her spirit had calmed, and her attitude was easier than before. Atreis showed weakness, and pain like a normal human being. She was no longer snappy, or harsh, she was finally showing herself.
"Is this what you've been doing when you sneak out?" Hector's voice was sturdy and he wasn't in a pleasant mood. If this was any other day, he'd laugh and escort her to her room.
"Haven't I gained outside privileges?" Atreis asked standing up before him. Hector's face was tired, and he looked like he had killed a thousand men and wished to take it all back. "Are you--"
"Let's go," Hector demanded, he gathered up the sword from the ground and placed his hand on her back, making her move. Atreis didn't question it. She had been in battle, and this mood he illustrated was the worst a warrior could posses.
Meanwhile –
"Any suggestions Achilles?" Odysseus asked his dear friend as they sat on the same log, eating fresh meat, Achilles hands seemed prefect compared to the war beaten layer Odysseus owned.
"Everyone knows Troy has the best arrows, there is no point to attack their walls."
"Yes well--"
"Yes well I hope you figure it out Odysseus." Achilles stood up and stretched. "I will be leaving some time tomorrow."
"So early? Achilles we need you, the men need your pose! They need your sword!" Odysseus pleaded with Achilles, but he just waved his hand and walked into his hut. "Are you planning to leave your sister?"
"She'll be back."
"Just when we need her your sister is gone," Odysseus mumbled to himself before headed off, shaking his head doubtfully. Atreis was famous for talking Achilles into anything, and Odysseus was a close second. But at the moment, nothing seemed to be worth it.
"Leaving?" Brises asked in shock.
"Yes, leaving. I have no war here. This has to do with Agamemnon's own stunt, not mine." Achilles convicted while taking off his black robe, beaded in gold. Brises looked at Achilles as though her heart had been ripped out and smashed. Achilles saw this look, and knelt to her side, gripping her firmly.
"Of course you can come with me."
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"Are you insane?" Atreis called out to Hector; he was perched over her view of the streets. She rose from her seat on the bed and stood behind him, her fists clenched. Suddenly everything came clear to her. But Hector didn't cringe at her impulsive words. "You killed Menelaus, and by so breaking all the--"
"HE IS MY BROTHER!"
"AGAMEMNON WILL HAVE YOU KILLED!" Sharp screams drifted into the hall but it empty, until a single step heard the sounds of two angry people.
Gripping Paris' attention as he travel about the halls. His long dark outfit flowed with the wind, but his face winced from his injury. Seeing the two guards, she nodded towards them, allowing them to leave. Placing a hand on the locked door, he held his ear to the wood His own name was in the middle of this heated conversation. "PARIS UNDERSTANDS WHAT HE DID! GO INTO THE BED OF A KING AND SLEEP WITH HIS QUEEN CAN CAUSE DEATH! HE SHOULD BE KILLED HECTOR!"
"ACHILLES WOULD DO THE SAME FOR YOU!!" Hector retorted in his deep male voice that crashed into her. She swallowed hard and shook her head.
"Yes, because he came so quickly to my aid." Atreis looked down in shame; her own brother came to save her days after her capture, nothing like how Hector protected Paris today. "You have more to live for than keeping Paris alive!"
"Don't speak of him as though you know him!" Shouted Hector back to Atreis. She blinked and drew a disgusted breath.
"What is there to know? He made Helen of Sparta to Helen of Troy." Atreis stepped near Hector; she saw the cuts over his face and body. She knew how his heart ached for peace. "There must be something better to fight for?" Atreis asked Hector.
"My brother's head seems good to me."
"But it my cause your head Hector!" Atreis raised her voice. Hector stepped around her and towards the door. Atreis spun about and watched his back.
"I can fend on my own."
"I met your wife." The words made Hector freeze. He didn't wish for them to meet, and he never understood why, but he figured it was best. "I would hate for her to be without her husband." Turning as though he would not in control he walked quickly to her.
"And what is it you don't wish to be without? Huh?! Atreis what is it? Stop this game you play! Why are you so concerned about Troy when you are a Greek?! Your brother wants to kill me! Yet you want Troy to be safe!" Hector shouted close to her face. Atreis pulled back, feeling Hector was getting out of control and was beginning to frighten her. She saw his arms flex and the ribbed in a fashion she never wished to see. "You fought in the Temple, you seemed so damn happy about it! AND NOW YOU WORRY ABOUT THE HEAD YOU WERE WILLING TO TAKE OFF!!" Atreis ignored his forcing questions.
"What shall you do now Prince of Troy? Time is running out."
"Time is out of my control Atreis. I pray to Apollo and make my peace." Hector seemed have ignored her lack of answers, but he already knew the answers. But she would never say, she was far too stubborn. And for that, his heated anger lingered.
"I would advise you tell Paris to do the same." Atreis retorted, she had to have that stupid comment.
"Let's never speak of Paris again."
Paris, still listening outside the door heard all of the arguments, he still wanted to hear why Hector was so protective over this woman. She was rude, stubborn, hypocritical and very abrasive. Yet Hector fancied their time together. And all of this made Paris believed that Andromache needed to know.
"I am not your slave; I shall speak of what I want."
"This is true; you are a guest of Troy confined in a room only allowed to speak with me." Hector said light heartedly, Atreis gave a small grin after the tense conversation.
"Yet I am not your slave." Atreis said coolly. Hector nodded and a smirk curved his lips.
"Far from it." Atreis gazed up at Hector, he was about the height of Achilles, and her stature reached his noise, and it made her laugh. After a long pause of their eyes being locked, she continued.
"Hector," Her lips parted as his name flowed out in a sweet yet distressed manner. Hector shook his head, knowing what might slip from her mouth. He quickly rapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He rested his chin on her head softly before kissing her hair compassionately.
Compassion, something Hector was famous for.
"Shhhhh." He whispered for console. But just as quick as she was in his arms and was out. She pushed him away and walked over to her famous modest ledge, the view that gave her freedom to analysis the surroundings of Troy.
"Go to your wife Hector, you can't confuse us anymore." Atreis was right, he was beginning to blur the line of what Andromache was, and what Atreis was considered to the Prince.
With those last words, it fueled Paris to speedily leave the scene. He now had the right information in which he was searching for. Now all he needed was to find Andromache and Helen to rapidly build a solution to the Greek that single handedly was destroying his kingdom.
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