Howdy folks.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN IT! I wish I did! If I did I would be Rose Bryne's character. Brad Pitt (starts to drool). Anyhow moving on.

It's a Saturday night and there is nothing good on t.v. So I decided to start writing this chapter today instead of tomorrow.

O and I probably should mention this. I'M A DRAMA QUEEN AND I JUST HAD A POP SO IT MIGHT COME OUT IN MY WRITING!

O and when re-reading my chapters I saw that I accidentally wrote three instead of twelve in the first chapter when Achilles was talking about it. So please overlook that.

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"There are worse things then watching your own body burned?"

"Yes."

"Like what?"

"Like watching your kids getting married and not being able to be there."

"O. I see you point. That would be horrible."

"Yes it is. And you're going to have to go through it with your son. But you could always use your gift then."

"Well why didn't you?"

"I wasn't given the privilege. The only thing I'm allowed to do is watch. So that's what I do. I watch."

"O. I'm sorry."

"It's ok my son. I've gotten used to it. O look it's the first day of the funeral games."

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"I believe you all know the traditions of the funeral games," Priam said to the crowd. "These competitions will be held in Hectors honor. The winner will be presented with a prize. At the end of these days the winners will all dedicate something to the prince. The first event will be fencing. This was Hectors best event."

Five men were entered in the event. The winner was a young Trojan soldier named Annaus (A/N the dude at the end who Paris gave the sword too I'm not sure if I spelt it right).

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"Well are we going to be watching this for eleven more days?"

"Hey. I'm personally enjoying this. I feel honored that people would lay aside their personal lives to compete in my honor."

"How exactly does this honor you. All I see is men competing against each other for prizes. It's like a tournament or something. Something that people do for amusement."

"Fine I see your point. We can flip over to the Greeks. (A/N They're starting to bicker about what channel to watch. Ha Ha!) But if Paris competes we're watching it."

The pool changed.

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The Greek soldiers were making some sort of large wooden figure.

"Well Odysseus you have proven once again that you're a genius. The plan is brilliant. Hide a couple of men in whatever this thing turns out to be. Say that it's an offering to Poseidon, they'll bring it into the city, and we'll sack them. Absolutely amazing," Agamemnon said with a bright smile. "I'll be the king of king's."

"They already call you that," Achilles walked up behind them. " You don't deserve that title though. And anyway this just proves what I said before. You don't ever fight your own battles Agamemnon; you always bring someone to do the dirty work for you."

"If you despise me so much Achilles why do you stay here to fight?"

"I don't plan on fighting or killing any Trojans."

"You plan on getting the little Trojan whore and leaving the city with her don't you? Forget it Achilles I'll get to her first and you won't be able to get her back."

"Stop calling her a whore. In case you didn't notice she was a priestess of Apollo before she came."

"And you forced her to give that up?"

"I didn't force her to do anything."

"Except force her out of the Temple and into your tent."

"O for the love of Zeus. You two argue about the dumbest things."

"How is arguing over a woman's virtue dumb?"

"Well there are better things to be talking about. Like who is going in the horse. Or what I hope will be a horse when we're done."

"I will be in there with you my friend. You can count on it," Achilles said. "If you'll excuse me I have to send my men off."

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"How dare he call Bresies a whore."

"I think you're missing the bigger point in us watching this. They're going to try and take Troy. They have an excellent plan to get in. Troy is basically doomed."

"Listen if worse comes to worse I can always go and tell my father about not taking the horse inside the city."

"Nope. You're not allowed too go to earth until a month after you're dead. That's the rule."

"Why didn't Muerte mention that?"

"He's the God of Death. He has a lot of things to do."

"You have a point there."

"O look at that it's already the next day in the Earthly Realms."

"It went by fast enough."

"Yes well that can be nice sometimes."

"I suppose so. Hey look Paris is competing. O it's archery might as well give him the prize."

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Paris was the first one too shoot at the target. It hit the target easily.

The next competitor was the captain of the guards. He hit the target but it wasn't as steady as Paris' was.

Around fifteen more men went.

Three of them didn't hit the target and were eliminated.

Next they moved the target back ten paces.

The men all went again.

Four more men were eliminated.

It continued like this until only three men were left. Paris, the captain of the guards, and a young foot soldier that Hector didn't recognize.

The target was set seventy paces back from the original spot.

The foot soldier went first. He missed.

Next went the captain of the guards. He barely made the target.

Next was Paris.

He took his stance. His stance was perfect. His face was confident. He had this. He had a look in his eye that no one had ever seen on him before.

Paris shot. He hit a perfect bull's eye.

Many people started to cheer. But the look in his eye showed that he didn't care.

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"Something is different about Paris but I don't know what."

"I think that your death has caused him to have a new look at life. He doesn't want to waste it on things that do not matter. That gleam in his eye was the gleam of someone that has finally grown up and matured. Your brother is finally ready to step up too responsibility."

"I hope you're right. I want him to be a good king of Troy."

"That is if there is still a Troy left to rule."

"There will be. I have faith in my people."

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This wasn't the best chapter that I've ever written but I'm hoping it is still good.

DreamSprite: Well as I said the Achilles story it going to come soon. This story will go up too Achilles death and then the next story will begin. (Needless to say the story won't have like a million chapters but I have another story that will continue after the Achilles story that will be A LOT longer.)

Queen Arwen: O well I'll try to work on that. I'm glad that you like this story. I was sad when both Hector and Achilles died. That's why I wrote these.

lily: Like I said with DreamSprite it's coming!

Ashil: Nice too know that my grammar is okay. P.S. Sorry that I didn't write out the whole name.

I would like to thank my reviewers for NOT correcting me on grammar mistakes each review. For my other stories they ALWAYS do that. IT IS SOOO ANNOYING!

O and what in the world is a Mary-Sue? Please tell me in a review.