Ok I really suck at summaries so I'll just tell you that this starts right before Achilles kills Hector.

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Hector was beginning to tire. He may be good but he wasn't as good as Achilles.

In the corner of his eye he saw Achilles sword coming in. He parried it but wasn't ready for the piercing pain that went through his opposite shoulder.

Hector could barely breathe. It hurt so much.

O please. Give the mercy strike. Please for once in your life do a good thing.

As his breathing began to fail him he faintly heard sobbing from the platform where the royalty sat. It belonged to his wife.

My beautiful wife I love you. And I love our son. Gods please protect them. If Troy should fall then please get my wife andour son and get themout. Please.

All of a sudden the pain was gone. And Hector was standing. He felt like he had never been injured.
As he looked up to the sun to thank Apollo when he saw a figure gliding towards him.

At first he couldn't tell who the figure was. But as it came closer he saw it was a woman. And when she came even closer he realized she was his mother.

"Mother?" Hector asked.

"Yes my boy it's me. I have come to take you to the Realms of the Dead." (A/N I wasn't sure what they called it so this is what I am going to call it.)

"The Realms of the Dead? I'm dead?"

She nodded her head, her expression was grave, "Yes my son. You are dead."

Hector turned to see his own body on the ground. He saw Achilles tying the reins of his chariot around his own ankles.

"Why are you here to take me? Isn't the boat man suppose to come when they burn my corpse?"

"No. A departed love one will come to take you. Now we must go."

Hector nodded.

As he looked up to where his father, brother, and his wife sat he saw them all weeping. Helen was holding Astyanax (A/N This is the sons nameright?)in her arms, while tears dripped down her cheek. Andromache was on the ground weeping. His father Priam was limp in his throne. His brother Paris looked like he would fall to the ground in shock.

Hector realized that he was floating in the air. And instantly was on solid ground.

"Mother where am I?"

"You are in the Realms of the Gods. Soon you will be transported to the Realms of the Dead but first the Gods wish to honor you."

There was suddenly a bright light before him.

"Hector. You were a great man on earth. You loved your country and all who lived in it. We wish to honor you with a gift."

The voice definitely belonged to a God and it was male but he couldn't tell whom the voice belonged too.

"Our gift to you is this. Whenever you wish to see what is happening on earth. Whenever you wish to appear to you loved ones you will be able too. You will even be able to visit them and talk to them if you wish. But you must be careful if you choose to visit because it is dangerous. Now you may go to the Realms of the Dead."

Hector and his mother were suddenly alone.

"He said that I can look upon earth whenever I wanted too. How do I do that?"

Suddenly an older looking man walked up too him.

"You are also a chosen one. Then come with me and I will bring you to a spot where you can see them."

The man lead Hector to a large room that had appeared out of thin air.

"Look into the pool and you will see whatever you with to see."

Hector looked into a pool of water on the ground.

He saw Achilles dragging his body behind his chariot.

Achilles pulled up beside a tent and dragged Hectors body up beside it. He entered the tent to find a weeping woman. Hector at first didn't recognize her but when she turned her head he did.

It was his beloved cousin Briseis. When she saw Achilles enter the tent her sobbing became even stronger.

"Why isn't she wearing her robes? Did those men touch her? Did they hurt her?"

The man kneeled beside him.

"Your cousin is no longer a virgin. But they didn't force her or hurt her. She was willing."

"WHAT?"

"She is in love with Achilles. She begged him too not fight you but he didn't listen."

Hector sighed. "This will take some getting used too."

"Well you have plenty of time to get over it. Look you'll want to watch this."

Hector looked into the pool again to see his cousin sitting on the beach. Her eyes were red from crying. It was dark.

"How is it dark already. It was light just two seconds ago."

"Time does not exist here. An eternity for them might be only a day for us."

Hectors attention was diverted by a tall hooded figure entering Achilles tent.

The man pulled his hood down so you could see his face.

"Father. Get out they'll kill you."

Achilles however didn't recognize the older man.

Priam staggered to Achilles and kissed his hands.

"What is he doing?"

"Just watch your father."

Hector watched as Priam spoke to Achilles.

(Enter scene with Achilles and Priam in the tent. Right to the part where he agrees to give back the body.)

Hector watched as Achilles wrapped up his body. If Hector wasn't mistaken he saw Achilles wipe tears from his face.

"I'm sorry. I'll see you soon my brother."

Hector expected a rage to boil up inside him. But instead he felt compassionate towards Achilles.

"I guess Achilles is more than just an arrogant man who's only talent is killing."

As Hector watched his body carefully strapped to a chariot Achilles and Priam talked.

"No Greek shall attack Troy for three days. That I promise you."

Priam looked like he was about to answer but his attention was diverted.

"Briseis?"

His cousin ran to her uncle's warm embrace.

"We thought you were dead. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine uncle I'm fine."

She looked at Achilles.

He nudged his head towards the chariot. "Your freedom."

She walked up too him and held his hand.

He dropped a seashell necklace in her hand. "If I hurt you I didn't mean too."

She looked at him with love in her eyes as she got on the chariot.

"He really loves her?"

"Yes Hector he does."

"Who are you?"

"I am the founder of Troy. It was my sword that your brother carried as he fought Menelaus."

Hector sighed, "You were probably disgraced when Paris ran from death."

"O no. No one wants to die. Many of my ancestors ran from death. However the good parts of their stories are told. Not the bad. Paris simply wanted something we all want. A longer life."

Hector sighed, "I think that this will be complicated."

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