AN: Thank you to all the reviewers for the encouragement and the wonderful reviews. Just like the title of this story, I have come up with a decision. I have decided that I will continue this story. For the new readers let me give another short explanation. This is a Troy AU fic in which the events of the movie might not take place or will take place differently. It's told in Paris' point of view. So if you would like me to continue please review, otherwise I will get discouraged. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but I can assure you that the next chapter will be longer. Something interesting will also happen, so if you're interested tune in to the next chapter. Don't miss it! I also apologize for the lack of indentations. I really don't know much about how this whole thing works. LOL

AN: I have also decided to change some minor things on this fic. This story will be told in the present tense, as you will notice. If you re-read the first chapter, I have changed everything so that it is told in present tense. I hope this will not affect your opinions on the story, and I hope you will still continue to read. Thank you.

Part Two : The Decision I Have to Make

Even in her sleep Helen was the most beautiful woman I have ever gazed upon. The way her arms were wrapped around me in a perfect embrace. In the way her smooth flawless skin touches mine. It's amazing. It was all nearly enough to get my mind off of Hector. Nearly, but not entirely.

As I lay beside Helen, I struggle to relax. Anxiety really is a powerful foe. To this hour, I have not yet come up with anything to ensure my brother's victory. My prayers to Apollo have all become vain repetitions and Aphrodite seemingly has found favor in another for she has not answered my prayers as well. It's all up to me now to think of something. Fighting alongside Hector is an option. But Hector would not allow it and neither would my skill with the sword. It's an option, but it's the most likely to make things work.

Perhaps I could work out a deal with Achilles. I could even challenge him in place of my brother. It's worth a try. Either way, I would lose my life in the process. But I would do anything for my brother. Anything. His time was not up yet and mine had come a long time ago. Only then, Hector had prevented it. It's time to pay my debt. He deserves it more than anything; more than anyone; and more than what I have to offer.

I kiss Helen on the cheek and she stirs. She looks at me with sleepy eyes and falls back asleep. She was the one woman who could truly bring me happiness, but at what cost? My home, my city, my family, my life? But my love for her is strong and will linger even if I am to never see her again. If I have to leave her behind so that my brother will live, so be it. It is but a small sacrifice. If we cannot be together peacefully in this world, then we shall be together in eternity.

I leave the bed and reach for my bow and quiver of arrows. Beside them the sword of Troy lay. I grip the sword and swing it a few times. I am not about to go to the Greek camps unarmed. I don't plan on dying without a fight. Surely I'd have to get past a few guards and scouts to get to Achilles.

Helen still lies sound asleep. I look at her sleeping form once again. This could very well be the last time I would lay eyes on her-in this world at least. I'd see her again. Soon.

I stare at my armor for a short period of time. I didn't think I would ever put it on again. But I was going to tonight. I had no choice. It would provide me very little protection , but protection nonetheless. I wasn't going to die so easily, whether by the guards or by Achilles. As I put the armor on my trembling body, I say out loud to myself : "This is for Hector, the best man I have ever known. For Hector, my brother and my guiding light. This is for him and no one else."

I suddenly realize that for the first time I would be doing something unselfish. I'm finally thinking of others for once. A good feeling came over me, but I still couldn't help feel a little sad. Sure I'd finally be able to redeem myself, but the thought that I might be leaving this world and all that I hold so dear, was plaguing my mind and my heart.

AN: For some strange reason, I already have the next chapter written, but not typed up. Should I or should I not post it up? Once again I leave it up to the readers. Tell me if you like the direction this story is going. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.