Chapter 8-Prisoner

Helen smiled as the crystal blue waters of the stream tickled her bare feet. It had been many days since she had been able to enjoy a good bath. The water was refreshingly cool and washed away all the dirt and sweat Helen's body had accumulated within the last several days of constant walking under the hot sun.

The rest of the Trojans were still relaxing in the field, resting up for the long journey that awaited them. Helen had managed to sneak off to the hidden stream. However not without first informing her maid of where she was going, lest her love should discover her missing and worry Paris wanted to cover much more ground within the next few days and did not want to make anymore long stops.

Helen smiled sadly when she thought Paris. He was really trying to do what was best for his people. He also still blamed himself for Briseis's death. She knew he was still grieving for his

dead cousin and still wanted revenge of Achilles. Helen's blood boiled when she thought of the evil monster that had caused them all so much pain. First, Hector then Briseis! Would this creature's blood lust ever end?

Helen shook such thoughts from her head. Achilles was miles across the ocean now, as were all Greeks. What reason did they have to stick around? He could not harm them anymore. He could not cause them anymore pain.

But how was Helen to know that Achilles was also seeking revenge?


Achilles could hear running water. Perhaps if he followed it, it would lead him to the Trojans and their gods damned coward of a Prince. Achilles unsheathed his sword and swashed away at the green, lush brush that surrounded the stream. He squinted his eyes against the sun beams the bounced of the crystal waters.

Achilles stood for a moment, a hand shielding his eyes. Which way was he to go? Suddenly he heard a splash. His eyes narrowed. So help him gods, if it was one of the Trojans- Achilles smiled wickedly as his eyes caught sight of who it was.


Helen took a deep breath and went under water. She surfaced and brushed the wet and matted hair out of her face, feeling very clean.

Suddenly a voice sounded in her ears. A voice that was supposed to be miles across the ocean. A voice that chilled her to the very bone. "Get dressed, now."

Helen shakily stood up, not turning in the direction of the voice. A thought suddenly crossed her mind, he was going to see her body! And that was an honor only reserved for Paris! Helen felt like she would cry.

Achilles seemed to sense her thoughts. "Do not worry, I will not look. But do not try and escape. Unless you want my sword to remove your pretty little head from your pretty little neck."

Helen's entire body shook as she gathered up her clothes from the side of the stream and put them on. The second her entire body was covered, a strong hand landed on her shoulder, and griped it tightly.

"You will do all I tell you and not object. The same fate shall fall upon you as I mentioned before if you fail to listen to me."

All Helen could manage was to meekly nod her head.

Suddenly the brush around the stream rustled and Achilles raised his sword.

A female voice rang out around the stream. "Lady Helen, Lord Paris wishes for me-" The young maid stopped when she caught site of Achilles, who had his sword pressed against Helen's throat.

"You will tell your Lord that his Lady is with me and a horrible fate shall fall upon her if he does not do as I wish. You tell him to meet me at this spot when the moon is half way through it's night journey, do you understand?"

The maid nodded meekly. And with that Achilles disappeared into the brush with Helen in his arms.

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