A/N: Here is Chapter 2, I hope you like it. Thank you to those who reviewed! Oh, and I don't own Troy, but the twins are mine!

Seeing Double

Chapter 2

Alexander roamed about the ship, stepping over packs and sleeping figures, in an attempt to locate his sister. He finally found her at the bow, arms raised to the sky, her mouth moving silently. He quietly went over and sat beside her, waiting for her to finish. When Alexandra opened her eyes, she was smiling.

"Who where you praying to?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Hermes. Asking him for a safe journey." She was staring into space beyond the boat as she spoke, as though someone was there that Alexander couldn't see. "He's here, watching over me. I'm ready now, Alexander. I know we can do this."

"Never forget, we are the children of a great warrior. Even if we never met our father, his blood still runs in our veins. Of course we can do this." Alexander clapped his hand on his sister's shoulder. "It does help, though, to know that at least one of the gods is on our side. Does the Prince of Tricksters approve of you entering this war?"

"I think he's proud of me, for pulling this off." Alexandra chuckled, "He always said I could convince anyone of anything, no matter how obscure. I hope he was right."

The siblings spent most of the journey to Troy tending to Odysseus' high-strung stallions. The horses had never been on a ship before, and required a lot of comforting to keep them from panicking and damaging anything. It was also important that they get used to their new keepers. By the time they landed, the twins wanted to be sure that the horses wold know and trust them even in battle.

One morning, after countless days of travel, they were awoken by the shout of "Land!" Everyone was swarming about the ship, pulling on armor and taking their places at the oars. The twins rowed as hard as any of the others, earning the grudging respect of some that had thought them too young to be of any use. A few, however, were still not convinced.

"We'll see how strong you are when the killing starts." One man behind them growled, "I doubt either of you pups has ever seen a man die, let alone killed anyone."

"Ignore him." Alexandra whispered, feeling her brother tense beside her. "We will get the chance to prove ourselves all too soon."

As they rowed, the soldiers noticed one ship that was far ahead of the rest. As Odysseus walked among them, he paused before his two young charges.

"That is Achilles' ship." He informed them, "His Myrmidons are the best warriors in Greece, I wouldn't be surprised if they took the beach by themselves."

"There he is." Alexander muttered after Odysseus had passed. "Our glorious father, who has no idea that his two bastard children follow him into battle. I wonder, would he even care if he knew?"

"Now isn't the time to dwell on it, we're almost there."

Though their ship was among the first to arrive, the battle was well under way by the time they beached. The twins drew their swords with the rest of the men, and leapt to the beach amid a volley of arrows. One man went down right in front of Alexandra, an arrow through his left eye. She stared in horror for a moment before her brother grabbed the dead man's shield and pulled her behind it.

"Let's go, Asaeus, together now."

They moved as one into the fray, each watching the other's back. Alexander was the first to make a kill, catching a Trojan soldier, who had been gloating over a victory, off guard. He stabbed the man in the stomach, putting all his weight behind the blow. The soldier gaped at him in surprise for several long seconds, before slumping to the ground. Alexander tugged his weapon free, wiping the blade clean on the dead man's tunic. When he turned to face his sister, his sea-green eyes were hard. The last of his childhood innocence had died with the soldier in front of him.

Soon afterward, they entered the worst of the fighting and were separated. Alexandra waded through a sea of dead and wounded soldiers, appearing an easy target because of her small size and lack of shield. Within seconds she found herself face-to-chest with a leering Trojan soldier whose sword seemed intent on separating her head from her shoulders. Using her speed and size to her advantage, she dropped to the ground and rolled between his legs. Before he could turn around, her sword had severed his spine.

The battle raged on for hours, with each side suffering losses. Eventually, the Trojans retreated to their high-walled city, and the beach belonged to the Greeks. After several minutes of worried searching, Alexandra found her brother, who had a shallow cut above his right eyebrow, but was otherwise unharmed. She had a puncture wound in her left side, where an arrow had made it through her armor, but it wasn't bleeding anymore, so she ignored it for the moment.

The siblings embraced, each overcome with joy that the other was all right. They were quite a sight, two mirror images covered in sweat and blood, but neither paid it any heed. They were oblivious to everything around them until Odysseus, who had been watching them for several moments, spoke up.

"There you two are. I thought you must be dead, since the fighting is over and no one seems to be tending the horses." He admonished sternly, hiding his own joy that the two were alive and well. He had become quite attached to them during their journey over. "Run along now, and from now on remember that your duties come first. We'll celebrate tonight."

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A/N: Please review and tell me how I did, Chapter 3 should be up next weekend unless I have more spare time this week than I had last week.