/N: Here I go again.
Warning: this is a slash fanfic which means there will be guy on guy action so if you're uncomfortable with that I suggest you leave now before their sexual prowess pulls you over to the dark and pleasurable side.
" Father we can't win this war."
"Apollo watches over us, Hector, our walls will stand." King Priam said with conviction.
Hector could not believe what he was hearing just a week ago they were all looking forward to peace with the Spartans after years of fighting, but just this morning that thought had been destroyed when his brother, Deiphobus, stole Helen right out from under Menelaus. Now instead of peace they have more battles to look forward to, but Hector made one last attempt to try to counsel Priam, " Father please think of how many men, women and children that will suffer because of this war."
They stood silently together and then Priam crosses to Hector and cradle Hectors head in his hand.
" It's in the hands of the Gods now, my son."
" Yes, and they'll have their fun," Hector begins to walk away but just before he was out of ear shot he turn to face Priam, " Father, you haven't gone to pray at Apollo's Temple in fifteen years maybe it's time to make amends." But Priam only turned his back to him choosing to stared out in to his beloved Troy.
It is with in the walls of the temple that Hector felt the most angry, anger towards his father, his family, his people, and it is a place that he had felt the most miserable for what good was it to be the Prince of Troy, heir to the throne, if he did not have to power to change his brother's fate. But despite his family obvious objection he still went to see Paris everyday. Paris room is hidden deep with in the temple he is not allow to leave the room under any circumstances. Only a few in the temple know that they are keeping a Prince of Troy locked up, and the person who keep watch over him is a death mute so news of this doesn't leak out. When Hector enters Paris's room he is greeted by a cheerful voice.
"Hector you're back." Paris attempted to get up to give his brother a hug and Hector had to stop himself from wincing a the sound of the shackles clanking against the stone floor. Another wave of anger threaten to take him over when he thinks about his Father ordering the guards to but those chains around the ankles of a frighten five year old boy.
" Paris I've missed you," He caught Paris when he stumbled, it was next to impossible to walk around with chains nipping at your feet. " How have you been this past week?" Hector asked while he escorted Paris back to the bed then made sure Paris was comfortable before taking a seat in a chair next to the bed.
" Everything's fine everyday I wake up the same bed, look up a the small cracks in the ceiling, and spend the day staring at the same boring wall, and everyday I prayed for Father to walk in trough the door, realized he made a mistake, and release me from this prison."
"That day will come Paris don't' give up hope." he tried to comfort his brother but it made no different in Paris's mood.
" When will it come Hector? All I want is to see is the outside world, I want to see the sun again. You know the irony is not lost on me. I am trapped in the temple of the Sun God yet I have forgotten what the sun looks like, I have forgotten its warmth, its light, its shine. " He whispered the last part knowing that he would upset his brother if he cried.
" I promise I'll get you out of here as soon as I can." Hector moves to embraces his brother but Paris moves away from him giving Hector a watery smile instead.
"Will enough about me. Tell me about your trip to Sparta."
Hector stepped away from his brother he had hope to spare him the news, and his brother would know that something was wrong if he told him a lie for it's against his nature to lie. Damn the Gods and their jokes. How could he tell his brother that the prophecy might not be true that he would not be responsible for Troy's doom. But when he looked into Paris expecting eyes he felt that he had to say something.
" Just another war Brother."
Waiting is always the hardest part. Moments passed by slowly in which minutes seems like hours until those fated bell tolls, but before the men would put on their armor and go fight on the fields a man has to fight with a part of himself. The part that evokes self doubt and fear. It whispers in your ears it says what would become of your family if you are gone, Don't you want to grow old with you wife, don't you want to see you children grow up, are you willing to give that all up to fight for political reason in which you do not understand nor took part in. But that part is short live for it can not stand against the love that you feel, the love that gives you strength to protect your country, your family, and its future. This battle was going trough every Trojan man as they prepared to fight, all excepted those who linger in the shadow of the temple.