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Chapter Subjects: Paris and Helen (I know that some of you didn't want me to write about them… but hey, it's the way the story works). I do have to admit I wish this had come out better.

Language Note/Summary: Helen speaks of her shame of both Paris and herself, though she states that she loves Paris. Also, she talks about that little conversation she had with Hector, and of how wonderful he is (Firien drools over the keyboard. Ummm… ahem). Paris also talks about how ashamed he was, ect., ect. I hope that this doesn't offend anyone, but like I said in Chapter One: Paris is a pansy (Orlando is a bit too, but just a little). The next chapter is most likely going to be Hector and Andromache (the majority of the reviews have been requesting them). And I have a quote this time. I do use the quote in the story, though I do not claim it to be mine, and it was not in the movie. I think that I have only one line from the movie in this chapter.

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Pray for Troy

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"Courage is fear that has said it's prayers."-Karl Barth

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Shame! Shame for Paris! Oh! I was so worried when he said he would challenge Menelaus. I was so frightened, of the idea that I would be given back to him… I did not think that Paris would win the duel. He couldn't possibly win. We all knew.

"Fight. Stand up and fight," murmured Priam, the wise king and father when Paris fell.

I thought that he would not live. I thought of what Menelaus would do to Paris' body. I thought of what Menelaus would do to me. The Paris did something none of us expected. He crawled. To Hector. Oh! noble the Hector, loving husband, kind brother, protected my lover.

When Menelaus moved to run Paris through, Hector killed him, his face a mask of anger, furious that anyone would even think about killing his little brother… Agamemnon's face was un-describable. He did the one thing that made sense; he sounded the charge.

And so two nations clashed.

Paris was sent back by Hector, immediately. When he came through the gates I could feel my face burning. I could not make myself to look at Andromache. But he needed me. So I left the walls to find him.

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Hector saved me. He has saved me so many times. Menelaus is dead.

I felt as if I was a dead thing when I was fighting Menelaus. My limbs felt like water, the sword like it was made of the heaviest metal, the amour like a breastplate of thorns.

I knew that I would die. So did my father, Priam, though he had still given me the Sword of Troy. So did Helen. But I think that Hector was the only one who believed in me. He has always believed in me. Me, the little brother. Me, the trouble-maker. Me, the coward.

I should have fought. But I didn't. There was something Hector told me earlier:

"Courage is fear that has said its prayers."

Pray for me, Helen, I had been thinking. Pray for me. Now, I pray for Troy. Agamemnon will surely see Troy burned to the ground for this grievance. Now, I hope that all Trojans are praying for their city.

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I was walking through the hallways of the royal palace when I hear a few servant women speaking; Achilles was not among them. The greatest warrior in all the world did not don his armour and pick up his spear to challenge Troy.

The only possibility is that he had a dispute with Agamemnon.

Over what?

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I know, this chapter is short and it sucks, but I'm doing Hector and Andromache next, so don't worry! Please, REVIEW!!!