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The men, five strong warriors, were looking at us with their five swords. They seemed to be angry.

One of them pointed out at me with his finger.

"That one is the slave" he said "you shouldn´t be here you know, what were you trying to do? Run away?" they laughed.

"Better that than doing nothing" I said. I looked out to find Achilles but he was gone. "Damn you..." I whispered, altough I didn´t think he would help us, or did I?

One of them came near me.

"Who do you think you are? Your great and beloved prince Hector? Oh, no, you must think you are Paris, he ran away too, just like a frightened kitty, just like all of you."

They laughed again, I was furious. It was truth what he said about Paris, I thought just the same, but we were not like him.

"I don´t think that what we were trying to do mean we are cowards. It means we are braver than all of you." I told him.

"Really? Why?" he asked.

"Well, you have swords, we don´t, you are warriors, we are citizens, young boys and girls. How old are you?" I said, he wasn´t going to frightening me.

"Just shut up you slave! I have heard enough of your nonsense words. Take them back to the tents!" he ordered.

The men took their swords and threatened the prisoners who became walking back to the tents.

"Move!" the man ordered me.

"Or what? You can´t kill me, you would have to pay for me, I´m Odysseus´ slave." I said firmly.

"I think the pleasure of killing you would be bigger than your value." he said as he smiled. Then he pushed me making me move.

I tried to face him by grabbing his arm but he hit me in the face making my lift bleed. I spat the blood over his face and he took his sword, he hit me again, this time with the back of it, and I fell down with a moan.

Then I could hear him say something about whips and I fell unconscious.

Odysseus POV:

I ran to meet the men who where coming back with the prisoners. They hadn´t let me go with them, well, they hadn´t woken me up to tell me what had happened but I think they already knew it. I mean, I think they already knew Arish, my new slave, and the other prisoners were going to try to run away this night.

When I saw the girl I wanted to kill the beast who had treated her like that. I looked at them. "Who is the one who have hit her and why?" I asked with anger but nobody told me.

"She tried to kill me" a tall man said.

I was going to ask him how but somebody did it before me.

"How? With a sword?" my friend Achilles said.

The man nodded. "Yes, she took one"

"This one?" Achilles asked as he showed the sword of Arish´ father. What was he doing with it?

Soon I understood everything. The man had to shut up, he couldn´t say that Arish had taken her sword with her although I knew she had. Achilles had helped her because she could have been blamed and sentenced to death for that.

I thanked him but I didn´t understand why he hadn´t told me about everything, she was with me.

Anyway I knew the rules. Arish had tried to run away and urged the others to do it too. She was going to be punished and I couldn´t do anything to help.

I went to take her back to my tent to take care of her but they stopped me.

"You know the rules Odysseus" the man told me.

"I thought you would prefer to wait till morning so you could see the blood running all over her body" I said angrily.

He didn´t know what to say but then nodded.

"Yes, I will wait till morning"

"Then let me take her to my tent tonight, you will have the girl tomorrow, but now she is mine and I will take care of her." I said.

Then without saying a word I came back to my tent with her.

I put her over a soft blanket. Carefully I cleaned her face with water, the blood that was over her sweet, small lifts and her soft chin. I put her hair away from her forehead. Beautiful brown and long hair.

I looked at her. I couldn´t see her suffer anymore, she had already suffered too much and she was very young.

My brave little princess--as Achilles said.

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--Well that´s all by now, we will see what happens in the next chapter. A whip, Arish being punished. I´m not going to enjoy writing it, poor Arish, it´s going to hurt a lot.--

--I hope you have enjoyed it, I thought about writing somebody else´s point of view (POV) so that´s why I wrote Odysseus one, I thought it would be interesting to know what he thinks--

--Thanks a lot to my reviewers, to "Shadow The Tiger" and to "stoned-love", I will think about what you said, it´s a good idea, we will see--