Thanks to all my reviewers! I know her description was a little Mary sueish but my approach at all stories is to explain their shell in the first part and then as you learn more about them they are deeper than you ever would have thought. Hey, and what's wrong with a Mary sue once in a while? LOL, also Thalassa is a Greek name which means from the Sea and I should know because I am Greek. Opa!

Part 2

When Thalassa stopped her crying it was midday and her face was sticky with salty tears. So many times before she had been strong when her father would leave but this time was different, he would not be coming back. The reality wasn't able to sink in and saying that her father was dead was foreign to her.

Thalassa stepped out of her room into the hall and all was silent. Thalassa's eyes welded up with tears as she remembered the silence when Achilles sword pierced her father's body. The cold marble floors shot cold sparks throughout her body and she shivered. The thoughts in her head were bumpy and unclear. The hours she spent crying had made her head throb with sharp pain.

Down the hall she saw Paris making his way towards her in a swift manner. Within seconds Paris appeared before her.

"Thalassa, Achilles has taken your father's body, I am sorry there won't be a body for burning." He spoke softly.

Thalassa didn't respond it was almost as if she didn't hear what he had said.

"Niece, did you hear me?" He asked with care in his voice.

"Yes, yes I did Uncle. I just am a little worn out from today's events. Perhaps you will help me to my courtyard for my dinner?" Thalassa asked in a soft voice.

"Of course," Paris answered offering his arm.

The two of them walked arm and arm down the hall. Thalassa's legs were shaking and she seemed weak. Her face was swollen from crying and she felt as if she was in a cloud unable to see anything clearly.

The night sky was shining clearly and the stars shown brightly. Thalassa was comforted by the thought of her father's spirit being a star guiding her through the night when nothing is clear. It seemed like a good way to describe the ways of the afterlife but then again she knew he would be sent off on the River Styx with Charon as his guide leading him to Hades' domain.

The evening was queit and she spent it with Paris who sat by her side comforting her with stories of Greece and other far away lands.

"Uncle, do you think I will see these lands someday?" Thalassa asked after taking a bite of her bread.

Paris' eyes shown with delight and yet sadness and pity. "I presume so." His words were soft and they comforted Thalassa for a moment.

By early morning Thalassa had awakened in her chambers and she accounted the day before. She felt her stomach weaken and her head was sore. Her heart was heavy and she thought more and more of seeing Greece and other places which her father had seen.

Thalassa walked carefully out of her chambers and looked down each side of the hall. No one was around and Thalassa tiptoed her way to her mother's chambers. The cold marble floor felt relieving against her sore feet and she quietly tapped on the door. There was no answer and Thalassa opened the door slightly and peered in. She could see her baby brother playing with a toy her father had made him and her mother was slumped over on the bed. It looked as if Andromache had had a rough night and just passed out from the pain. Thalassa made her way to the bed and nudged her mother gently. Andromache opened her eyes slowly and blinked at Thalassa. Her eyes were blank and red from crying. After a few minutes of staring Andromache sat up.

"Mother, please tell me you are okay." Thalassa pleaded holding back the tears.

Andromache smiled and then responded, "I am fine, just a little tired. Do not worry so my love."

"How can I not worry? You seem ill and weak, shall I fetch a surgeon or doctor?" Thalassa asked.

"No, I just didn't get much sleep, that's all. Send in my maid, I want to bathe and dress. May you please take your brother? Perhaps you can take him to Paris, he loves him." Andromache suggested as she stood up on her wobbly legs.

"Yes, mother." Thalassa whispered and then walked out holding her brother and blinking back the tears as she walked down the long hall.

Well, that's it for now. I'll be updating soon and I won't wait as long as I did for this chappie. Trust me. More reviews! I have so much fun reading them! Sleepy time…