Kyrie had arrived at the Trojan beachfront just as the warning bells had sounded. Startled by the sound Kyrie urged on her horse. Rounded the sacred temple of Apollo she saw the ships. Hundreds of ships, all on their way to Troy. A deep upwelling occurred in her throat, a strain of tears pricked through her eyes. The imminent danger Troy was in had never occurred to her before. Now it seemed as if the wolves were slowly inching up on the flock, and it was up to her to keep them at bay.

"Ignatius call Prince Hector and tell him I am here," she bellowed. She watched the young boy's eyes turn upward to the Trojan walls. He quickly shot his eyes back to Kyrie and blinked his eyes.

"Yes," Ignatius bowed and turned his horse. Watching the white horse kick up the sand behind him, Kyrie quickly moved her head toward the waterfront. A mysterious ship with black sails was approaching How odd is that, she thought. Agamemnon is a man of skilled treachery, he would never send one ship in front of the others. The ship slowly grew bigger and more dangerous with every oar dipped into the Aegean Sea.

"Kyrie," a rich voice suddenly called out, "You have answered my call." Without even looking Kyrie smiled. The deep musk scent of sweat and lilac called to Kyrie as Prince Hector rode up behind her.

"I always have my brother," she replied. "Are you ready for the battle of your life?"

"In deed my sister. In deed I am ready," he spoke. Hector's voice wavered slightly.

"You fear for your men," she stated. Knowing his reply to her query Kyrie continued on, "and that my dear brother is what makes us different from them." Pointing her chin to the Greek ships that covered the ocean, "Even though the last time I fought with a group of men they despised me it still seemed only natural to care for them all."

Hector nodded, "I have wished that you would have come home sooner Kyrie." To the only reply to whence she gave was a huff.

"I would have if only your dear Paris had not worn out my welcome years ago," she quipped. Hector said only nothing only that his gaze swept across the ocean.

"No matter where you are, you are a Trojan, Kyrie, your place here was never given away," Hector muttered.

With those final words the first Greek ship made its way on the Trojan beach front. The men jumped out of the boat only to be cut down by the finest archers in the world. In a futile attempt the men continued to pour out of the boat, many men's throats were slit and their blood turned the white sands of the beach a rusty brown. It appeared as if the war of ages would turn out to be the war of the day. Alas, as this could not be the truth.

Suddenly they formed a sort of barrier with their shields. "Shit they are protected," she whispered to herself. "Hector call the horsemen!" She urged her horse on through the thick of Trojan bodies. She could feel the morale of the men around her. She could smell the run of blood through the sand. "For Troy," she cried with exuberance. The sound reverberated through her ears as she pulled her sword from its sheath.

Slicing her way through a rather large man she cam across a Trojan with a large gash to his side. "Solider are you okay," she yelled through the din of war. He looked up to her with young eyes. Swinging her leg over the horse she came down next to the boy. The rather large and clunky helmet the boy wore obsured his face, pulling it off the boy it revealed the face of a young man not more than sixteen summers old. His eyes where lucid enough for Kyrie to understand that he would live, but only if he was allowed to gain entrance back to the city, "Take my horse and go to the city." She grabbed the youth by his upper arm and pushed him onto her horse.

"I must fight for Troy," the boy whispered meekly to her. Understanding his mentality Kyrie wracked her mind for a solution to the issue.

"You are better alive and weak as an archer then dead as those Greek bodies in the sand. Take my horse to the city and pray to the gods that this will be over soon," she whispered. The boy looked at the armor she was wearing and believing what she said to be truth she pushed him onto the horse.

Taking the reins from Kyrie's hands he bent down and yelled,"You speak of the gods as if they are one of us. You honor our gods and yet you are not of Troy. So I will be brief in my notice, oh Great Kyrie the royalty of Troy resides in the house of Apollo." The young boy took off after that message, gripping his sides in pain.

Knowing the meaning of the boy's cryptic message she was spurred onward towards the temple of Apollo. Alas, a rather large man stood between Kyrie and the easiest path to the temple.

"Now what do we have here," the giant laughed. "You are small by the standards of Trojan warriors." The joke meant to be abrasive,yet it only made the female warrior smile.

"Ah, yes, but the best surprises come in the smallest of packages," she yelled. Before he could reply to the comeback Kyrie had danced around the giant known as Ajax and sliced his ear off. "By the gods I have better things to do with my time than trade comebacks with a giant like you. My men will find it fun to finish you off." And with that she smirked and twirled around the pained titan and pranced toward the Temple of Apollo.