Chapter 23

Hector was alive! I couldn't believe it. I guess I didn't have to be worried about anything after all. But I knew one thing though: the fighting wasn't over. It was long from over. The Spartans would stop at nothing to get Helen back.

I was told not to leave the walls of Troy. Hector told me that if I tried to leave that I would be killed. He didn't want to risk losing me. He knew how much I still cared about Paris (I don't know why though. Doesn't he know that Paris doesn't love me anymore?).

I still wanted to leave though. I didn't care if I died. But I did what Hector told me to,and I didn't leave. I kept asking myself why I didn't. But maybe it was because I wasn't ready to die yet. Hector was still alive at least. That was something that people could cheer about. But I knew that something still wasn't right now. I knew something was something was going to happen. I just wanted to know what.

I didn't leave my room for a while. I was still hurting,and I was scared. I still wanted to know what was going to happen. Was Hector going to die? I wanted to know if someone was going to die now so I could stop them from doing this harmful thing. But I knew that they wouldn't listen to me.

"Kikyo?"it was Hector.

I looked at his face. It was still bleeding. "Hector. You should sit down. You're still bleeding..." I started to find a cloth.

"Don't bother."

"What?"

"It'll heal by itself."

"It'll get infected. I'll take care of it."

"Has he said anything to you?"

I knew who he was talking about,so I shook my head. "No sir."

"He has to talk to you sooner or later."

"It doesn't matter anymore Hector. He has Helen now. At least she makes him happy."

"You made him happy too."

"Can we please not talk about this Hector?"

"Answer me this."

"Yes?"

"Has he been upsetting you?"

I didn't say anything at first. What if he told Paris I had said that? Paris would probably kill me! So I shook my head. "No."

"That's not what my wife said."

"I'm fine Hector,really. Everything is fine."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Then I'll be leaving,"he got up and left without even taking the cloth with him.

I can't tell him the truth,I thought. Paris would kill me if he knew that I had said that. No. Even worse. He would through me out of Troy and I would die. I don't want to die now. I'm not ready. I want to die when this is all over and there can be peace.

But there can be no peace right now because people are dying because of a foolish prince. I had to get Helen out of here now. Doesn't she know that they want her back? Doesn't she know that people are dying because of her? What am I going to do now? Well,I have to think of something. I don't care if there are risks now. Everyone will have to take one sooner or later or there will be no end to this war.

I looked out my window. The sun was starting to set again. The day was about to be over. I prayed that the war would be over soon. I prayed that they would return Helen to Sparta. I prayed that Paris would return to me again. I prayed that someone would help me take Helen back to the Spartans so there could be peace.

I looked at the sun. It looked red,like it had been stained with blood. If the sun is bloody, then God's hands must be bloody also. They're bloody from this war. And they'll stay covered in blood until the fighting is over...or until everyone in Troy dies. The Gods do not love Troy anymore...

That's probably why I thought someone was going to die. The Gods do not love Troy anymore,so they want someone to die. But who? It should be Paris. Paris did this,so he should die. But for some reason,I don't think it's going to be Paris. Is it really going to be Hector? Oh please say it isn't! It just cannot be Hector. I have to stop him now.