A/N: This chapter Atreis will understand Hector's 'death' and go to Achilles side and meet Brises. At this point, in the end of the chapter there will be a stopping point, where the 2 different endings will appear, the movie, and my artistic tastes will set in!

Alright, a little review – I dislike Helen and Pairs, they started a war for love, and I find it irresponsible and childish... besides this is based off the movie, in which Helen seemed like a mindless, dimwit woman...

Trojans: I thank you dearly. Yes, some of the comments a selected few have made has made me angry, and step back for awhile. But all in all, this is for my enjoyment and yours. Thank you for sticking up for me! I promise this chapter will be good

The forsaken 1: thanks, I had a great time trying to show that one, her inner struggles! lol

Chapter 10 – Long Journey Home -- Movie Ending (dedicated to the author TROJANS!!)

Atreis felt the brim of her eyes tear up, it seemed like a normal event now. Achilles pointed to the shores, he wanted her to leave now.

"Leave Atreis!" She heard Hector growl at her, Achilles blood boiled while hearing this Trojan call to his sibling. Achilles eyes never left Hector; he seemed like an uncontrollable animal, ready to attack. Atreis turned her back on the two, gathered her strength, and rode to shore.

The tears collected at her eyelashes, and one by one released themselves as she drove her heel into the horse. Making the sand fly up into the air she pushed this horse to its highest level that it would surrender to a master. Atreis felt the wind slap her violently; she needed the reality check, which it gave. This was a mess that she made...

Her eyes were soft, the first time he was ever to view them as innocent and vulnerable. This was the real Atreis; she was sweet, kind, and scared. Hector held her tightly, his large fingers wrapped about her. His bare chest touched hers, and she felt safe again. With her head resting on his massive and toned shoulder, she exhaled. Kissing her neck, Hector forgot of everything, and only wanted her. Running his fingertips over her exposed back, he whispered in her ear, something sweet enough to make a small delighted giggle roll out. She pulled back, and held his gaze.

She wanted to say something, something brilliant, and something worth what he just did for her, something to make him smile at her like she was his wife. No words escaped, but a kiss did. Her lips ruffled over his and it was a magical kiss, a kiss that you could feel run from your lips to your toes. It was such a kiss that her fingers felt numb as she touched his chest.

He'd helped her forget of Patroclus death, and to even forget he caused it. He held her in such an away that she believe he loved her and only her. They made love, and thus Atreis forgot it all. And she believed this war wouldn't drive them apart. She came to fight Troy, and ended up loving Troy.

"I want you to have this." Hector broke a few hours of silence, and lifted a necklace from around his neck. It had a goal pendant, with the seal of Troy and his name about the rim. Staring at it, Hector touched her hand, and placed the necklace in her palm.

"Hector,"

"If anything should happen to me, I want you safe." Hector told her. His hands touched her cheeks, to make sure she was listening. "If you're still in the palace, and Troy falls, you need to find that passage way I showed you nights ago." Atreis replayed in her mind the way to the passage he showed her, nodding her head, he kissed her.

"Troy can't fall." She whispered while hugging him. Hector pulled her closer and closed his eyes. Atreis released him, as he lay down beside her. Playing with her hair, he looked into her eyes. It was like he was preparing for his last night, which he chose to spend with her, in her bed.

"You know I care for you dearly." Hector murmured, Atreis nodded in agreement she knew how he felt. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip and she kissed it lightly. "You mean the world to me."

"Shhh," Atreis could tell where he was going. And if he went there, she'd make him leave. And making him leave wasn't something she was ready for. He would say he adored her, but Andromache was his wife. At the moment, it was the last thing she wanted to hear. "Just hold me." She told him, and on command Hector pulled her close and held her.

It was identical to a dagger shredding her soul; her heart was in her throat as the clashing of blades echoed on the beach. She had to force her way threw a wide eyed crowd of Agamemnon's men whom lined the beach to hope and see the blurred shape of two warriors fighting. She heard whispers of her name, and Achilles while slowly trotting threw them. But she looked emotionless, like a ghost in the light. Her eyes stayed straight ahead though, while the men parted a path.

"That horse.... It's a Trojan horse!" She heard the whisper. Turning her face, she made eye contact with the solider, then she took a glance at the horse – it was Hector's own horse. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head and went to find that famous black hut her brother loved.

Touching her face, she heard a cry while she trotted towards the hut.

"Atreis, ATREIS!" She didn't bother to turn; she just sat still and tried to hold back the tears. But who ever shouted to her, had managed to make his way in front of her horse. "Atreis?" Her view saw a man, Odysseus. She tried to say his name, but she shook her head. "Atreis let me help you down." He was too kind, and the only man Achilles would reason with. She gripped her hands and helped her off the horse. Staring at it, he held her up and laughed. "Steal a royal horse huh?"

"No, it was given too me." She mumbled while making eye contact with him. Odysseus was always so kind to Atreis, maybe it was partly due to their old relationship...he purposed, she said no. But how he felt for her never changed, and how he took care of her now was a perfect example. "Take me to Achilles hut please."

"Atreis what happened to you?"

"We'll speak later. Hut, now." She ordered as he helped her into the hut. Just time for her to take a glance at Achilles bloodstained armor and Patroclus necklace. Atreis blacked out in Odysseus' arms.

"Odysseus?! Who is this?"

"Achilles' sister Atreis, help me, set her on the bed." Brises ran to help Odysseus place Atreis' limp body onto the bed. While sifting a blanket onto her, Odysseus brushed Atreis' hair from her face. "She's tired, and she must have seen Achilles and Hector." Brises faced the door until a shimmering pendent glared into her eyes. Bending over, she saw what it was.

"That is Hector's seal! Why does she have that seal?!" Brises snapped at Odysseus, she damn near pulled if off the girl until Odysseus held her back.

"You touch her, she's going to wake up and kill you. It's best you wait for her to tell you." But Odysseus was also extremely curious as to why she had it as well. But out of respect for Atreis and Achilles, he walked Brises out of the hut, and told her to look after Atreis, yet leave the seal alone.

The earth didn't shake, the sky didn't fall, and Atreis didn't die. She could have sworn as her stomach twitched that death was calling. But after gathering her ground and realizing where she was, she stood up, shuffled out of the blanket and went outside. Fires burned, people gathered about them, she this was the life she remembered, drinks, drunks and fire. This was a soldier's life, the life she lived with her brother. Rubbing her eyes, it hit her. Everyone had left the line in which they watched Achilles and Hector. Her head slowly turned to her left, Patroclus remains was there, her eyes swelled and her voice was gone. She felt the sand between her toes as she ran.

She didn't know where she was running, but she needed to escape. Her breathing was locking in a deep heavy heave, and it only became worse as she found Odysseus stand trying to stop her. Shoving him away she saw a black chariot approaching, Achilles. Stopping dead in the chariots tracks, she saw Achilles, covered in blood.

"Atreis move!" He demanded. All the conversations around the scene halted, to watch the two reunited siblings interact. But all those around them also felt the passion that could erupt into a fierce argument.

"Achilles, please, you didn't..." Atreis held her breath as tears raged down.

"Odysseus, please, will you move her?" Achilles pointed at his sister like she was an object in need of shifting. His glare was unaffected and the bond they once had was broken. His trust in her had faded as she spent time with Hector; Atreis meant nothing to him now.

"Don't touch me," She warned as her eyes stayed on Achilles. "You didn't." Her voice was ruthless as she spoke.

"Hector is dead. Now move." Achilles demanded. Atreis heard a howl from behind her; a woman fell to her knees instantly. Twirling, she saw this beautiful girl crying hysterically. Atreis stared at her, while her own tears dripped. Before she knew it Odysseus removed her from Achilles path, and she watched a body be dragged on the sand behind the chariot.

Everything moved in slow motion, Hector's limb bounced with every impurity in the sand while Achilles stood, not proud, but exhausted over his black chariot. Her brother had turned into a monster. Pulling herself from Odysseus, she ran to Achilles, shoving him hoping for a reaction, yet he didn't even bother to look at her, he turned to walk away into his hut. Removing his chest plate, Atreis followed him with heat boiling from her skin, flooding into her cheeks.

"You killed him Achilles! How could you? I asked you to spare his life!" Atreis shouted, but no response. "You're not my brother. You're a filthy warrior who doesn't know the difference between-"

"Atreis shut your mouth! Your lover killed our cousin and you yell at me like he is alive! Patroclus is dead because of Hector!"

"He is dead because of you!" Atreis shouted back, Achilles was enraged and gripped her forearms he slammed her to a pole, she stopped seeing her brothers force.

"You sat in a palace and between tea time and brunch as Patroclus died in Odysseus arms." Achilles growled, breaking Atreis down. She closed her eyes and cried as hard as she could, Achilles held her still. But he wanted his sister safe and without a second thought he hugged her. Holding his sister he touched her hair and shook his head. As much as he wished for his sympathy to disappear, he felt horrible for his sister's sake.

A/n: Turning point!! Alright, for the movie ending, read the bottom of this chapter

For MY ENDING go to the next chapter and IGNORE THE REST OF THIS CHAPTER!

It took Atreis hours before she went to her lover's body. It was covered in a black cloth it was better that way. She figured the body was bloody. Her eyes sparkled in tears while approaching it; she saw a girl huddled over it, crying as well. Atreis leaned over, and placed her hand on Hector's lifeless chest.

That simple breeze she felt earlier in the week hit her face, but it wasn't that soft and innocent touch she knew. It was harsh and deadly true, just as Hector's death was. She could see the frame of his strong jaw, and where his breath taking eyes lay on his silky face. Her stomach tightened, she felt like she was going to be sick. Tears raged down her face, she wanted him back.

"Don't touch him!" The girl cried her face was dirty, and a few marks were on her skin. Atreis retracted her hand and stare at Hector's body.

"Who are you?" Atreis asked, instead of killing her, she just decided to ask. Her state of mind was more curious of who else mourned Hector.

"Brises." Atreis nearly fell over where she sat. Her jaw dropped, it was Hector's cousin. Brises licked the salted tears from her lips and shook her head while crying over the body. Atreis took a single breath and spoke.

"You're his cousin."

"And why do you have his necklace. You stole it while playing a fool in the palace?" the girl snapped.

"No, he gave it to me."

"Right," Mumbling Brises glared at Atreis.

"You know who I am?"

"Yes, Achilles sister. The girl who took Troy's luxurious and killed Hector." Atreis bit her lip; she couldn't hit this girl now.

"Don't speak of something you don't know. Hector was my dearest friend. If I could have saved, I would have." Atreis retorted coolly. She closed her eyes and leaned over the body, her overwhelming emotions for him was unexpected. Even though she saw it coming, she couldn't get over the fact he was gone. Brises stared at Atreis, and shook her head. "Your cousin kills mine, and Achilles takes his life." Atreis looked up at the girl, for some reason she felt a sorry for Brises, Achilles killed her cousin out of rage, when Hector killed Patroclus out of confusion. "I wish we hadn't come to Troy," Atreis whispered as his hand caressed over Hector's covered face. Brises held her breath as Atreis stood up and stepped away, leading to find Achilles.

Achilles moved his armor to the side and began to wash his dirty face. His hair was tied back, and he slammed to water in handfuls to his face. With a sigh, Atreis leaned in the doorway. "Are you happy now? Accomplished what you wanted?" Achilles eyes flashed in her direction.

"Atreis if you feel like being irritating, go see Agamemnon, I'm sure he'd gladly hear your stories and pathetic attempts to stir me." Achilles snapped while a soldier appeared, tapping on Atreis shoulder. Closing her eyes she spoke, disregarded Achilles comments.

"Someone is calling you Achilles." She pointed out the soldier. But the man shook his head.

"No Lady Atreis, Agamemnon wishes to speak with you." Waving the man off, Atreis brushed the recent tears from her cheeks and spied Achilles, her jaw tightened.

"Someone snitched me out." Atreis hissed before heading down the beach. Achilles quickly gripped the proper clothing, and followed Atreis, but keeping his distance so she didn't notice.

Flipping her heels in the dirt, Atreis attempted to make sure her tears weren't as noticeable as once before. Agamemnon would behead her if she cried for a Trojan. But her heart melted seeing Hector's lifeless body, it made her sick. And stopping to loose all she had held in her stomach, she brushed off her lips and stepped into his bright-lit tent. While stepping up onto the platform, her mind replayed how stable, and poised she needed to be. Any sign of weakness would tip off Agamemnon. Holding herself together, she looked up and lightly bowed at the ugly and heavy man.

"My Lord," Atreis called out to him. He stood up from his throne and stepped towards her. His face seemed excited to see her, while he drew closer. She kept her hands behind her back, god if he was planning to touch her, she'd kill him. Her fingers laced together, she held her breath and lifted her chin.

"Atreis, where have you been? Word has it you where captured a few days ago, on the countryside." Agamemnon looked over his shoulder, and touched her cheek with his rough hands. She bit her lip, god she hated this man. Quickly he pulled his wrist back sharply, with his eyes in the distance he spoke. "Achilles? What brings you?"

"My sister--" Achilles growled. Hearing his footsteps she gave a breath, thanks the gods for Achilles. Agamemnon pulled back while Achilles touched her back. "She needs company, she's exhausted."

"If helping hands is what she needs my men can help her."

"I don't trust your men."

"...Yes, I was captured by the Trojans." Atreis blurted out, hoping for the two to not end up in an argument. With her nerves relaxing with Achilles near by, she looked back at the King. "But I was treated fairly."

"And a warrior looked after you?" Agamemnon had the answers; he would rather have her admit it all than he holler the truth.

"Yes, Hector."

"Yet you didn't kill this Trojan? With such close proximity you out of all these people could have destroyed him. Surely you knew that could help your people." Agamemnon was playing games. She saw Achilles from the corner of her eye; he glared at the King with a harsh tone.

"Yes but Achilles was standing down, and--"

"You are a Greek! We are here for war. You had their general in your grip!"

"But Achilles is my general, and if he wished me to kill Hector I would have--"

"YOU DISAPPOINT ME! A GREEK SAVING A TROJAN?" Agamemnon's nose flared with his eyes nearly falling from their sockets. His hands where glued to his sword. But Achilles took a step forward in case of the worst.

"I'm not under your command! Hector was not a threat to me!"

"Awe, and why not Atreis? What does a beautiful warrior like you really have to worry about? Bloodstains? Missing jewelry?"

"Don't patronize me, my Lord. Achilles stepped down due to your actions not mine. And the say hell freezes over is when I'll allow your orders to control me." Atreis became bolder while Achilles held Agamemnon at bay with his stare. If he weren't there, by now Agamemnon would have tried to harm her.

"YOU SHALL HOLD YOUR TONGUE GIRL!" He shouted with conviction. Atreis closed her mouth and listened. "I AM THE LEADER TO THIS ARMY! YOU HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO KILL THEIR MOST VALUABLE ASSET!"

"He is dead Agamemnon." Achilles butted in, his golden locks tripped over his eyes. But this didn't stop Agamemnon's callous stares.

"You disgrace your people Atreis."

"You are not my people."

"She followed my orders. And I'd like to know next time you decided to argue with my Army Agamemnon. This issue is between you and myself, not Atreis."

"Achilles our argument isn't over."

Atreis turned to leave the tent, with Achilles on her heels. She stepped into the sand with Achilles touching her shoulder.

"You will understand one day." He called.

"We can only hope one day you will as well." Atreis shot back, then closed her mouth and headed back to the hut she planned to take from Achilles. Once passing the gathered men, she felt her eyes tear again. She missed Hector dearly...

Atreis face dried after several hours, she watched Achilles munch on a piece of fruit that she'd rather throw at him. She felt like him punching him, making him pay. But nothing could bring Hector back.

"Who the?" Atreis pointed at the hut straps of the doorway fumbled open as a hooded man entered. Atreis sat up as Achilles picked at his fruit almost not caring who it was. But it was Priam. He came and requested his son's body. Atreis hugged him deeply, and cried along with him. Achilles gave Hector's body to him and Brises. Atreis watched them ride off in the chariot, and she saw the sadness in Achilles eyes, the sadness that mirrored her own. She gripped his forearm in sympathy, but he closed his eyes and walked away towards the ocean.

"Atreis?" A familiar voice shouted. It was Eudorus, smiling, she held out her arms. The cold tears drifted off her with his hug. He held her close as she smiled, pulled away and told him they'd speak later, she retired in the hut, making Achilles sleep on the sand with three blanket while she controlled the bed.

It didn't take long for those 12 days Achilles granted Priam to vanish. But Achilles need to kiss Brises again became strong, although Atreis sat around the hut, cried and slept. If Achilles had allowed it, she would have left with Priam. But she had nothing left in Troy. He sent his army home, and damn near forced Atreis to leave, but she refused. Her plan piggybacked on the plan Odysseus built – she'd escape to that exit Hector once showed her in the palace. For some reason, her heart told her it was best.

But everything happened so fast, watching the parade from under Achilles as they hid in the wooden horse, to seeing them place it in Poseidon's temple. God she prayed it wouldn't take long for Achilles to gather Brises and meet them at the door she told him about. For hours a huge amount of the Greek army stayed cramped in that wooden contraption waiting for nightfall. Staying hidden from any other soldiers view, she kept her hair tied back and a black clothe draped over her face. If Agamemnon knew she was in here, he'd kill her.

It happened to quickly, much faster than Atreis expected. The attack went as well as planned. None of the Trojans had a chance. And as Atreis heart burned for the pain she knew Priam would face, all she had left was Achilles, and to find Brises would make him happy. This was all she cared about now. Priam had no chance.

"Achilles!" She'd lost him in the hustle, but from the balcony she stood she saw him, and she witnessed Agamemnon's death by the hands of Brises. Damn, she was beginning to really like that girl. She shoved her dagger into him, causing a quick and easy death. Atreis smirked, Brises had more too her than she knew. Atreis jumped onto the ledge and the leaped onto the next level that trailed to where Achilles and Brises where. She shoved and darted her way threw the crowd. But finally she came a few feet from where Achilles held Brises. Waving her arm she went to lead them.

"BRISES!" Atreis spun around in time to witness Paris scream before releasing his arrow into Achilles. Atreis moved quickly, shouting and moving her arms together Paris' attention, but nothing stopped the army of arrows he shot at Achilles, believing he was harming Brises. Her feet carried her with such speed to Paris; Atreis clasped his arm, and shouted in pain. He'd hit Achilles several times, bringing him to his knees. Atreis' tears crawled down her face as Paris turned to her.

"Atreis not now!" He almost pushed her away she was hysterical. But he looked at her, then back at Brises' own tears. She crouched over Achilles and shouted in pain. But he held her face and whispered a few words that must have comforted her. She kissed him, and he seemed in so much pain.

"Paris," Atreis latched onto him, forgetting the hatred she once held from him, because she was dying inside. Paris held her up and called for his cousin. Atreis fell to her knees and yelled Achilles name, and called from him to please stay alive. Paris helped her to her feet, and demanded Brises to his side. Achilles pushed her away, and Atreis ran to her brother.

"Atreis!" Paris shouted while Brises cried to her cousin. The moment seemed isolated to the other wild events throughout the palace. "Atreis!" Paris shouted yet again, something told him to watch over her, and it never occurred to her that Paris might be trying to save her life as well. But why? It was something she would never figure out.

"Achilles, no, you're all I have left." She cried while brushing the blood soaked hair from his cheek. He laid on his stomach, rolling him over, she touched his face, his eyes twinkled in that famous way, and he took a breath. "My brother, all I wanted was to make you proud, please that was all I wanted." Atreis stuttered over her confession of leaving him on the shores, and being so immature with Hector. Achilles placed his weak hand on her hand and shook his head.

"You are the greatest warrior now, be ready for much will come your way." He said with no life left, Atreis gripped her brother and cried.

"ATREIS! PLEASE!" Brises shouted, she wasn't planning to leave her lovers' sister alone now. They'd suffered the same blow, now twice. Atreis lifted her head, and stared at her brother's lifeless face, the color was beginning to fade.

"In 13 days I will meet you." Her words left Paris nodding, and Brises screaming. She was planning to give those left of Troy safe passage to a near and secure land. She'd make sure their lives would be better now, since she helped in the invasion of Troy she needed to help those left behind. Atreis fingers touched Achilles, he was the best person she knew, and now she had no one.

"..If anyone touches him, and I mean anyone, I will rip their head off and feed it to a goat." Atreis shouted at Odysseus as Achilles burned on the large makeshift tower, where he would receive the twelve days of honor Patroclus and Hector were given. Odysseus nodded to her, promising her brothers rightful burial. Her face was puffy and pink from the rows of tears that fell. It seemed pathetic of how she'd cried non-stop for the past few weeks.

Troy was in ruins, and she had nothing left to be alive for. Odysseus requested that she would come to live with him, in his palace and possible be his queen. She refused, she was no ones queen, and she wasn't fit too be. She was a woman, waged by war and born for the sword. Breed to kill, she didn't believe governing a country would help pause the known facts of her life. She had an affair with a Trojan, fell in love and let him die. Her brother whom she adored was killed to save his love, and Agamemnon still was able to destroy Troy.

It felt like Atreis was different now, her soul had faded, and her heart was now black. But she had Brises to look forward to speaking too. And an apology to Andromache and Helen was due. All of these things seemed like an honor now; she'd gained ground over her own silly pride and realized what truly mattered all along. And it wasn't right for her to 'steal' what she did from those Trojans. Thus she'd help them regain their lives, in order to save her own.

It seemed simple enough, but as the months pasted, she changed, and it became obvious her life would never be the same, ever...

A/n: blah blah blah, I hope you enjoyed the ending, I tried to make it fast, and not so slow paced. It took damn near 10 pages, but I got it! So thanks for reading the 'movie ending' -- my ending will come up soon...that ending will also spin off into a sequel. So my Troy fics aren't over! Lol Nice and 'not so harsh' comments are enjoyed!

Thanks again!! More to come soon!!