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''OMG, I can't believe I let you talk me into this!'' Andromeda told Pentesila as she looked at the dark woods. There was a sound of howling not too far away, and her knees started knocking. Andromeda wasn't really too much of a warrior, and she also knew that the only weapon at her disposal in case she needed it would be a frying pan.

And with her aim, she'd probably knock out her own friends.

''Stop talking like a brat, ok?'' Helen stated. Pentesilea sent her a 'look-who's-talking' look, but said nothing. ''All I'm saying is that there's nothing out here in the woods that could or would attack us, since we are many, the animals wouldn't be too interested in us, and they won't bother in eating us.'' Just as she finished her inspirational speech she turned to the spot to where Andromeda was looking...

... and had a nervous breakdown.

''LIKE, OMG,WHAT'S THAT???''

Briseis jumped (almost) unwillingly into Achilles' arms. Narcissus stopped looking at himself in the fing mirror he just HAD to bring along- just in case the monster would ruin his oh-so-perfect features. Pentesilea and Perseus readied themselves to fight, and so did Achilles once Briseis stopped hugging him to death. Even Penelope and Odysseus lifted their heads from behind the bush where they were making out.

In front of the stunned group (and the hysteric Helen) there were a bunch of bushes that moved suspiciously. Briseis and Andromeda held onto each other in case they had to run away, and everyone else (but the still screaming Helen) got closer with the intention of stabnating (A/N: So, ok, I just made that up.LOL.) the foe.Pentesilea was holding her sword with suck rage that she almost stabbed Odysseus' foot on her race to the bush.

The bush started shaking violently. The thing would show up. There was a glimpse of it, and soon it was visible... du du duuuun.

A bunny.

A white, cute as hell, little bunny that some kid would just choke to death because it was so lovable. Even Helen stopped screaming after five whole minutes - not because it wasn't a hydra, but because her throat started aching.

''Ok guys, drop the swords. Helen had her first Blonde Moment of the night.''

''I had a what?''

''Second, now.''

Helen looked dumbfounded and said nothing, because Briseis, Achilles and the lovebirds were laughing their butts off. Andromeda shook her head and picked up the Bunny of Doom while she sweetly talked to the rabbit ( ''I shall call him Squishy, and he will be my Squishy and I will feed him and love him, and he will be mine.Can I keep him, Perseus?''). Narcissus was busy again contemplating his reflection in the mirror, and soon announced that he was off to sleep (for everyone's relief- there is a limit to the times you can answer the question 'Is my hair alright?').

''So, Helen.'' Pentesilea called, as the rest of the group sat around a fire (that almost burned Achilles' foot). ''What do you think about the youngest Trojan prince?''

''He's cute.'' Helen blushed a little. ''Is this going to be this game with questions, and if we don't want to answer we have to give something?'' The boys groaned.

''My day is over then, goodnight.'' Perseus stated. Andromeda smiled beside him.

''It was curiosity.'' The amazon said.

''Well, they must have liked each other at some point if Paris found her worthy enough to get drunk because of her.'' Briseis said, almost not noticing. Pentesilea elbowed her to shut up, but it was too late. The whole group was looking at them now. ''Whoops.''

''Did he do that for me?'' Asked Helen, in a voice so sweet that was close to creepy. She made goggly eyes as if she'd just been told the most beautiful thing in the world- ''Your eyes are like the sea, hair like gold, yadda, yadda, yadda...'' and she obviously hadn't seen Paris belch.

''Now, she IS a bit creepy.'' Andromeda said, before she rose from her seat and she and Perseus headed off to sleep (she kept the bunny close to her because Pen had mentioned the word 'stew' at some point and she was starting to fear for her Squishy's life.). In matter of minutes Odysseus and Penelope had disappeared again behind a bush (ahem), and only Briseis, Achilles and Pentesilea were left.

The amazon just had to watch Briseis for a second before deciding that it was time for a strategic exit. It was too obvious she wasn't going to sleep, so she made up the excuse that she was off to hunt something behind some bushes (that turned out to be the couple eternally making out- Penelope and Odysseus. Imagine their faces when a fierce amazon was about to go bow happy on them.), but the excuse was enough to leave the other two alone.

''So...''

''So...''

So, yeah. Achilles and Briseis didn't have much of a conversation because it's what often happens when two teens who like each other are left alone because their friends have willingly left them there (that is translated as 'You have no escape').

''Nice trip.'' Briseis ventured, hoping to break the ice. 'OMG, how could I ever say that?' She mentally kicked herself. ''...''

''Yeah''. There was another moment of tense silence. ''...''

''It had been very long since I went out like this. I was... three, I think. My stupid baby cousin Paris tripped over a stone and fell into a river and Hector had to get him out, soaked and whining while my uncle (I still don't know how he's survived this long without a heart attack) tried to make all the adults around believe it had been deliberate, because how would it look that a king had someohow let his kid almost drown? Cassandra was going nuts because she'd lost her doll and ...'' 'Rant, rant, rant. I can't believe I'm actually saying this.' She thought.

'Make her shut up, make her shut up, make her shut up.' Achilles was thinking. He leaned forward and kissed her. 'Well, at least she's not talking anymore now.'

In the distance there were heards twin 'YAY!'s that sunded suspiciously like Andromeda and Pentesilea and an agered 'Shush!' from Odysseus. But of course, Briseis at that moment was too dazzled to shout back at them. And it didn't look like Achilles planned to chase the three to whoop their butts.

It's what often happens when you have something better to do.

In the kitchens of the palace, only the last ones to leave the party were left by now (and most of them were too drunk to make much noise...

''Couldn't sleep?'' Andromache practically glittered under the dim light. The pale blankett tossed about her shoulders over the pale blue dress made her blend with the darkness reigning. She'd woken after sleepless hours needing something to eat, and was surprised to find the kitchen already full.

''With my dreams, never.'' Said Cassandra with a rather bitter smile. She was knawing on some fruits and handed an apple to Andromache. The princess took it and observed the darker- haired woman. Cassandra's dark eyes and hair –just like her brother's- seemed to shine with their own light. She wore a simple olive green tunic and let her hair fall about her eyes. She looked lost in thought.

''What troubles you?'' Andromache asked casually. ''Anyone who's seen what the future will hold would be glad to know what will happen. If things are good, or bad, you'd always know what to do. Or even when to escape.'' She smiled. ''No one can run away from their fate.''

''You are wrong there.'' Cassandra answered softly, sipping on a goblet of soft wine. ''There are many futures, so many twists and turns in space that you can never be sure what is the right option when they are so far away. Only the inmediate choices are obvious.''

''And what keeps you from sleeping?'' Came the question again. ''Every day, everyone who doesn't have your gift sees all the different outcomes, and can never be sure about what's going to happen. At least you have the feeling of knowing how somebosy will be like, how they can react in different situations... it's quite an advantage if you think of it. You're not as easy to fool when you see all the different outcomes of the same person.'' Andromache tried to reason, possibly trying to make the trojan feel better.

Cassandra smiled. This was the typical understanding response she would have expected from Andromache. She was seeing danger ahead, something that had happened that night that changed Cassandra's future and her plans. Only she was not sure what.

''Why are you here, Andromache?'' Cassandra asked. ''You don't compete. And your father surely has enough alliances.'' Andromache seemed to be struck by this well-intentioned question. Not because sh'd felt offended, but because it seemed to be a topic she avoided.

''My father wants me to find a husband.'' She finished quickly, hoping that was enough. She smiled slightly, showing that she didn't hold anything against the foresighter. ''And he wanted me to see whoever he'd chosen, to make sure it wasn't someone I'd loath.''

''Is there someone you hate?'' The other joked.

''Some of them are a bit pompous- namely this Narcissus guy.'' She laughed. ''But no, no one I really hate.''

''Someone you like, though.'' Cassandra stated. Andromache looked up from the table and took a sip of wine from the goblet Cassandra handed her. The princess of Thebe just nodded with a slight smile.

But something was telling Cassandra things were turning out wrong. It was like a voice at the back of her neck that told her that all the happy plans she'd made when she'd first looked at Andromache were about to change. She expected a sign, a reason. Even an excuse. But she wanted to know what was going on.

Andromache looked out the window, lost in thought. As if being called by invisible forces, Cassandra opened the door. And there stood the Theban king, Eetion. He'd been walking back to his room at this hour, but he was glad to find Cassandra looking at him and his daughter not too far away.

Eetion was a good king. Cassandra knew it. He was fair and loving with his children as he was to his people. He had a wide smile on his face and saluted the Trojan princess with elegance. She returned the gesture and felt a chill down her spine. The change, the mistake. It was like a presence in the room.

''My dear, Andromache.'' He said, with his sweet smile. ''I've found you a husband.''

Andromache lifted from her seat and her father took her hands in his with pride. Cassandra took a deep breath. She'd foresighted the next thing Eetion would say, and had to sit down. The variable, the wrong turn. The closing of the Perfect Future.

''I'm sure it's someone I will like. Do I know him?'' Andromache asked.

''Indeed you do.'' Her father smiled. ''And were nice as well. I happily inform you that soon you will be the proud wife of the soon-to-be king of Itaca , Odysseus.''

Cassandra felt the urge to yell.