Troy

This is my first fanfic ever…I really hope you like it!

Menelaus has already arrived and nearly slain Paris, Helen is

bandaging Paris whena mysterious man in a cloak slips past the

palace guards. He goes into the front doors and gently goes up

the freezing-cold marble steps in bare feet He stands outside Helen's room. As Helen

steps out to go get healing oil for Paris,She bumps into the

mysterious man( this is what the man has been waiting for)and tries to scream for Paris but the man's hand

is already over her mouth, he whispers

" Your coming with me" And pulls her away. He quickly and

silently descends down the steps as she struggles and tries to

scream. He seeks an alternative route past the guards and after a

minute of walking as Helen struggles, they are in the man's tent.

He throws her down to the floor and pulls out his sword, he

points it to her throat and whispers so only she can hear " If you

make a sound or try to leave, I will cut your throat and I don't

think Prince Paris would like that too much." She suddenly goes

silent. Already she is beginning to wonder who this man is and

what he wants with her.

" You want to know who I am?" He takes his dark green cloak

off and washes his face in the small basin. He is wearing a very

low cut and almost see-through shirt, and a very short metallic

skirt.

" Do you serve Menelaus? What do you want with me?"

" One question at a time, Helen my dear!" She is shocked and disturbed that he would speak her name and furthermore, call her 'dear'

His pale face is now washed but still unshaven, his long dirty

blonde hairs makes her think that she might…as soon as she

thinks it she shakes it out her head, she loves Paris and only

Paris.

" My name is Achilles, I serve no one and I don't want anything

to do with you, I—"

" He wants to be remembered" Helen turns her head to the left

to see who had spoken; She had not noticed the young girl in the

corner of the tent before.

Meanwhile

Paris cringed at the sight of his wound, which was now properly

bandaged, He wonders when Helen will be back. Oh how he

wants to see her face and hear the sound of her voice. He slowly

gets up, it pains him but he had to see where his beloved went,

it had already been an hour or so since she left. He opens the

door and he speaks her name softly, loudly and majestically. He

grabs a walking stick from inside the room and limps down the

hall, he limps down the marble steps and shouts her name to the

sky as if he were calling the power of the all the gods. This was

probably was not the best idea because Helen immediately

jumps up and shouts

" Paris, Help me." Achilles springs up from where he was sitting

and in a moment his sword is at her neck.

" One more word and your dead" The girl in the corner rushes to

Achilles side and pleaded with him

" Please, don't, Achilles please don't" Achilles pulled his sword

away from Helen's fair skin.