I know that the last chapter wasn't as good. I was having a hard time writing it. The funeral games and Achilles and Agamemnon argument were especially hard.
So I thought I would make it up too you by updating quickly.
Disclaimer: I don't own it!
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The days went by quietly.
The people of Troy played funeral games while the Greeks worked on their wooden horse.
The only event worth mentioning was that Achilles almost attacked Agamemnon when he once again called Bresies a whore.
Finally the twelve days were up.
"Well today is the last day of the funeral games. And it's not a competition it's the winners collecting their prizes," Hector told his companion, who had recently requested that he be called by his name of Darrius. (A/N I looked it up. It IS actually a Greek name meaning He Who Upholds the Good.)
"Yes. Thank goodness it's not a game. I've been getting tired of it all. The only entertaining event was when that one man called Helen a slut and Paris almost shot him with his lucky arrows."
"You're not supposed to find that funny. He won't be a good king if he can't control his temper."
"O look Paris is making a speech."
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"These games were held in my brothers honor so I feel that is only right that I talk to you about him. I'm going to warn you that I'm not very good at this but I'm going to do my best. My brother was an amazing man. He loved his country and all of the people who lived in it. He lost his life fighting for us all. "
Many people were weeping as the memories of Hector came flooding back to them.
Andromache was crying so hard that there was a large puddle at her feet.
Priam was limp and he looked exhausted.
Helen looked guilty, tired, sad, and confused.
Bresies couldn't be seen.
It was obvious that Paris was doing his best not to cry in front of all of these people but he wasn't succeeding.
"I just want to ask you to pray for my brother. Pray to the gods that his soul will rest in peace."
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"That wasn't that bad."
"No it wasn't. I'm proud of my brother. I really think that he is growing up."
"He is. Hey where is Helen going?"
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Helen was walking down the hallways of the palace.
She stopped in front of a door and knocked softly. When she didn't receive an answer she knocked harder.
The door opened. It was Bresies' room.
"Can I help you Helen?"
Bresies' eyes were red and swollen. You could tell she had cried hard.
"I was actually thinking maybe I could help you. Can I come in?"
"Yes come in."
Helen walked into the lovely room and sat on the bed. Bresies hesitated then sat down next to her.
"Bresies. I know that we haven't spent a lot of time together and we're not that close yet. But I think I could help you. I know that you've been hiding something. You've been very quite since you got home and I think that you should talk to someone."
Bresies started to sob.
Helen embraced her. If you didn't know better you would think that the two had been friends all their lives.
"O Helen. It's so hard. I suppose you would understand though. After all you know how you can't deny love."
"Yes I know. If I could then I wouldn't have gone with Paris and this whole war wouldn't have started. Sometime I think that Aphrodite is trying to make our lives harder."
"I agree. Anyway when I was in the Greek camp I was given to the leader of the men who sacked Apollo's temple. But Agamemnon took me from his tent around five minutes later intending to use me for his purposes."
Helen nodded, "Go on."
"Well after the Trojan victory Agamemnon gave me to the men to cheer them up. But before they could seriously hurt me the man that I told you about earlier rescued me. That night I almost killed him when he was lying in bed. But instead we well. You know."
Helen nodded, "Who was this man?"
Bresies let a few tears fall down her cheeks, "That's the worst part. It's Achilles. He's the one who I'm in love with."
Bresies tears started to pour from her eyes.
Helen said nothing she merely wrapped Bresies in a warm embrace.
"I feel horrible. I loved him before he killed Hector but I didn't stop loving him after he did. I'm in love with my cousin's killer. O Helen."
"It's ok. Listen I fell in love with Paris. And because I loved him I didn't think about all those that would die so we could be together. Love is blind to all the bad things that happen. It sees only the good. Sometimes I think that Aphrodite has fun at our expense."
"Helen I'm so glad you understand. But how do I tell Andromache? I know that she'll hate me."
"Don't tell her now. She doesn't need to know."
Bresies' tears started to slow down, "Thank you. I feel better now."
"Were you feeling to guilty to come to the ceremony tonight?"
"Yes. And I wasn't feeling that well. I vomited a bit. I think I might have caught something at the camp."
"I've been feeling a bit queasy too. But I didn't vomit. Maybe we should go to the healers?"
"Good idea."
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Hector sighed, "Poor Bresies. It must be horrible to be caught in-between someone you love and your family."
"I wouldn't know I never fell in love. Hey what's this?"
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The wooden horse was finished.
"Ok everyone who is sneaking into the city in the horse get going. We need around fifty men," Odysseus seemed to be the only intelligent person in the camp. He was directing everyone in what to do.
"Achilles are you coming?"
"Yes my friend I'm coming. I suppose you were right. I was born for this war."
Achilles climbed up a rope that was hanging out of the horse.
"Where are the dead bodies?"
"They are over here my lord. As you said welts have started to cover them. They look like a plague hit them."
"Perfect. The Trojans will believe that we sailed away because Apollo cursed us. Priam relies too much on the Gods. Troy will be sacked."
"Yes. No one is foolish enough to argue with the king and his advisors. They'll take the horse in without even a second thought. And all the people will think they're safe until they wake up to the screaming of dying men. I will truly be the King of Kings," Agamemnon smiled cruelly.
"Has anyone ever told you that you that something is out of your reach? Because Troy is. Even if we get in the city it will be destroyed by nightfall. You won't be able to rule it," Odysseus said.
"You're wrong Odysseus. I'll rebuild Troy. Now if you'll excuse me I need to talk with my men. They haven't grasped the concept of taking prisoners."
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"Odysseus is right. Agamemnon will never rule Troy. Even if they do get inside the walls we will NOT submit to him. My father will never bow to him."
"You seem so sure of your people. They might do it you know. It's amazing what people will do when they're scared."
"Darrius I have never seen my father scared. And I know that Agamemnon and his armies won't scare him. Troy will never be ruled by anyone but my family."
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So I am slowly coming close to the end of this story. I'm sorry that I didn't write that many chapters. I promise that the continuation story will be longer.
It's time for…… REVIEWER CORNER!!!!!!!
Queen Arwen: WHAT? Achilles was awesome. Both Hector and Achilles' deaths made me cry. Whatever. This is an update.
n/a: Have you read my entire story yet? I know that the boatman was actually the one to take them in the legend but I just wanted to write it this way. And I have already been informed it was the underworld. And for your information I HAVE read the story of Troy.
RosarioRome: Sure I'll read your story. O and I looked at your info and thank you for adding my stories to you favorites. I'm so glad!
killslay: I'm just going to remind you that this is a fan fiction. I'm not a professional author. Although I would like to thank you for the info about Astyanax. I'm going to keep his name this way though. And yes I know that this is not mythologically accurate. I however don't like the term of the underworld. In this story the Realms of the Dead is where heroes go after their death the common folk go to the underworld. I suppose I forgot to mention that so I will in later chapters. P.S. Is this a flame that I'm replying too? Because if it is it's my first in all my stories.
What is a Mary-Sue? I really want to know!