A/n: aww, welcome my friends to the second installment of my ending to – SEVERE ACTIONS! Lol this is my ending, and here's a little refreshment of where we left of...
"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.
keep that in mind, ay!
Chapter 11 – Beginning of the End –My ending
He lied. Everything ended up being a twisted tale of stories that she was fed for almost four years. Atreis left Troy's shores with Achilles and Brises, heading off in the black sails with no knowledge of what was covered up. Hector was alive.
The body dragged on the sand wasn't real. And none of true events would be revealed for many years to come. All they knew was it involved Priam, Hector and Achilles.
Atreis took up home with Odysseus only due to his offer of a warm bed, and a place in his army, a general. Atreis smiled, taking the opportunity to branch from Achilles, whom retired from the fighting life. Feeling independent and needed, Atreis said yes, but announced no marriage between herself and Odysseus, yet again. She didn't love him in the way he wished. And it seemed that her sleeping in his kingdom was well enough. Thus Odysseus drew up a Queen; her name meant nothing to Atreis. But then again Atreis was cocky enough on her own to not care of the woman be Odysseus' side.
Within two months from Hector's death, she was well on her way of being a defining force for her new kingdom. Until her life stopped and taking up a career in war was irresponsible, selfish and insane.
Achilles and his wife quickly came to Odysseus' palace and agreed that Atreis new life wasn't the correct path. Surprisingly enough, the happy couple decided to stick by her side until Atreis was able to cope again.
Brises found it strange, since Hector's death Atreis never spoke of him, or acknowledged her own love for the man. It was her nature; he was gone and also forgotten. But within that following 10 month, a pact was made between he four of them. Odysseus, Brises, Achilles and Atreis swore to the fate of wild surprise, that it shall never be reveal the true kin to the baby that would come.
Atreis was pregnant with a dead mans child, a child out of wedlock and with the looming wife still about the Aegean it was promised to never speak of this mans name.
Achilles stomach turned, he and Odysseus knew fair well that the dead man in fact wasn't dead, just for five years hiding as promised. And avoiding all meets to come with him was commanded. Once it was revealed that Hector indeed was alive they could predict what would happen, Atreis would run to the man she loved, holding her child in her arms. The breakdown of Troy's unknown Prince's family life wouldn't fly in the local papers, and thus killing a chance for Hector to govern. Although an alliance with a Greek and Trojan would promise peace. Either way, they knew Hector would never leave Andromache, one of the most beautiful women in the Aegean.
It all was a perfect move, until that day came when the world came crashing down.
"Braxon!" Brises followed while Atreis shouted at the child dashing about the marbled floors. He slid on his heels with a delighted laugh awhile Brises caught up to the child; picked him up with a joyous chuckle she tickled the child's stomach. Atreis reached them with a smile, she kissed her son Braxon's face as Brises suggested swimming today.
"It's a beautiful afternoon, might as well head for a swim." She suggested. Atreis brushed a curled strand from her face and shifted her sheer soft white gown and began.
"Oh, in a few hours sounds well? I've got to see Uncle Odysseus," Atreis said in a childish voice.
"Mommy!" The boy shouted Atreis kissed his deep brown locks before patting Brises back.
"I'll be back love, Brises thanks." She smiled and politely walked off. But Braxon wiggled with body to the floor and chased down Atreis.
"Mommy! Please can we leave now for the shores?" He called, Atreis turned and shook her head, kneeling down she kissed his face until Brises caught up to them.
"Once Uncle Achilles and Odysseus are done speaking, you may swim." She stated as the baby wrangler Brises took his hand.
"Braxon lets head for the gardens."
But her body froze as the giggling of her child disappeared into the halls. Achilles and Odysseus walked purposefully down towards her, they shielded a group of men behind them. Forcing a deep breath, she waited for them, but Achilles quickly spoke.
"Follow me." His voice was perturbed almost irritated. Odysseus didn't look at her, shrugging off the body language she followed. While walking down the marble halls, she saw the view of the ocean, and several boats heading to shore. Narrowing her stare she halted her movements, and stopped Achilles.
"Achilles, what is going on?" She felt her heart pounding, something told her to call for Braxon and Brises, making them safe inside. He stood still next to her while the other went on down the hall.
"Atreis can you just follow some orders?"
"Funny, I'm not buying it. What's happening?" Atreis asked her brother, he acted like she'd just tossed his favorite sword over a cliff.
"Atreis," Achilles called. She knew whatever was happening was surrounding those ships docked at the shores. Interrupting Achilles, Atreis placed her hand on his shoulder.
"I'll meet you in the hall; I need to tend to Braxon for a moment." Liar. He reluctantly nodded his head and left. With her brother out of her sight, she went straight for her room; in it had a secret compartment towards shore. It was a perfect escape if anything was to happen to her and her child.
Her bare feet stepped lightly over the furnished wood, nails where something to dodge, but it was now automatic to avoid stubbed toes on them. She drew herself to the third ship docked it seemed still unloaded.
With her long hair flowing in the breeze, and all curled to flawlessness she lifted the gown above her ankles to make movement simple. Her eyes flickered in the sun's raise while a few people stepped off the ship. She was almost ten feet away, but it became obvious of why Achilles was trying to distract her. She'd always hated her brothers meddling. The ship was Trojan, which meant Paris and Helen.
She took his breath away, it was apparent that the young girl he met was grown up to be woman and all the word entailed. She was simply – breathtaking. Yet she had no reaction, she was just frozen. He figured she'd jump to him instantly.
"Atreis?" Frozen with no plan to move her jaw began to lower in shock. Her stomach crawled in pain, and while that maternal instinct jumped. Oh god... She couldn't allow him to know, if Hector knew, he'd insist on her coming with him, back to his life and Andromache. But the true reaction she needed first finally came.
Hector came closer and touched her arms; she stared at him like he was a ghost. He had to be, he was dead... In pure confusion she took a breath. Her eyes looked at him but made no connection. He was dead Achilles killed him.
"What are you doing!" She cried while stepping back. Hector stepped forward, making their connection return. "You where killed,"
"Hector!" Achilles shouted, but his eyes stayed on Atreis with her own over run by tears. It'd been five years, five damn years. Achilles trotted over and touched his sister. "I can explain."
"Explain what? How you lie so well? Or you little game you seem to find hilarious when it comes to my life. Damn you Achilles for your meddling. You didn't kill him! YOU DIDN'T KILL HIM!" All activity on the docks seemed to disappear and allowed the three to stand alone, Hector listening to the interaction.
"Don't question my motives sister. Most of my life has been to clean up the mess you've created." He hissed in a low voice, he meant those words. Atreis was taken back; he actually stated that faking Hector's death was her fault? Her jaw locked as she piped up.
"Right, so faking Hector's death helped you, its keep Brises to your side and makes Agamemnon a fool." She growled. They'd lied to everyone, and she figured to make sure Agamemnon wouldn't be truly able to say he killed a Prince. It was a deal to spit the King. Her eyes trailed to Hector. "How dare you two! I'm no child in need of protecting! Obviously I can handle all my own affairs!" She shouted then realized how the word 'affairs' must have seemed, but she didn't mean it as it fell from her lips. "you take pride in ruining my life?" She turned her face to Achilles before stepping away and heading for the marble palace.
"Achilles!" A voice shouted, her stomach dropped, and her breath left her body. Braxon was running for his uncle with his arms wide open. Turning she covered her lips as the child ran on the dock start for the smiling Achilles. His mood changed when Braxon walked in the room, he became poised, enlightened and ecstatic for Braxon. Atreis eyes watered as Achilles stood his ground and held his nephew. Hector smiled at the boy, with his BLUE eyes landing on Braxon's. Nothing happened, Hector didn't become suspicious, and he never gave an indication of questioning Braxon. Atreis stood at the end of the dock, her feet covered in sand as Achilles spoke.
"This Braxon," Achilles said while holding the three year old in his large arms. "This is Hector."
"Hello Braxon. Are you enjoying this beautiful weather?" Braxon clamped to his uncle and nodded his head; Achilles moved Braxon's brown hair with his palm and grinned.
"Shall we go inside?" Achilles suggested, the mood lightened with Braxon's appearance.
It was a dream, but fitted as a nightmare. She dreamed Hector was on that ship, but she didn't dream meeting up with Achilles. Shaking her head she rolled from bed. Hector was dead, and nothing could change that. But there was something in her that made it all seem like a lie. Rolling to her stomach, she watched Braxon sleep in his bed. Closing her eyes she finally sat up, reaching in, she saw his eyes where open, smiling; she placed a new gown on. Then drawing her son close, they headed for breakfast.
A/N: wanna read more? Alright, head for the sequel to this story, I have no idea what I'll be called, I'll write it then pick a title. But it'll carry where I just left it! So yeah! Hector's ALIVE and soon rumors of the baby will fly with his appearance! Lol read on! Please, nice comments and helpful ones, nothing hardcore like some I've gotten...terds...lol