Here is the next installment. Thanks to anyone who reviewed the last chapter.

Part 5

The previous day Thalassa had learned that the Greeks had left and made a large horse as an offering to Poseidon for a safe journey. Some men said burn it for they knew that the Greeks had to be up to something but Priam allowed the horse to be brought in the walls of Troy. So the streets were filled with music, food, and dancing and everyone attended except for Andromache and Thalassa. Their hearts were too heavy to dance.

Thalassa was asleep when she heard cries. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked to where her mother stood staring out into the city. Thalassa raced over to where her mother stood and looked out with wild eyes.

The city burned before her and people ran for their lives. Greek soldiers swarmed in from the gate and over the walls. It was a brilliant yet horrifying sight.

"We have to get out of Troy!" Thalassa screamed as she grabbed Andromache by the shoulders.

Andromache just looked at her with blank, sorrowful eyes and nodded. Thalassa went to her baby brother's crib where he lay screaming and crying because of the loud noise.

"Mother, take Astyanax and go, I'll follow behind but I must do something first." Thalassa said handing him over to Andromache.

Andromache shook her head and finally spoke. "No, you leave with me. I won't have you killed."

"I'll be safe, I promise but please, go!" Thalassa pleaded.

Andromache paused and looked deep in Thalassa's eyes. She finally nodded. "I want you with me within moments. I won't leave the city without you."

Thalassa nodded to her mother's words and headed out the large door and went left instead of right and headed towards her chambers. Allover people ran trying to get out of the palace and escape the burning city. She found it quite hard to push in the opposite direction that people were going but she finally made it to her rooms.

Thalassa searched the room with her eyes until she spotted what she was looking for, the gold bracelets that Hector had brought her from Sparta. She grabbed them forcefully and tucked them inside the bodice of her dress and found her cloak and wrapped it tightly around her before she ran out of the palace.

Everything was so confusing and Thalassa tried her best to make her way to the chamber walls but something stopped her. A large man loomed above her with a blood thirsty look on his face. In his hand he clutched a sharp sword that was drenched in dripping blood.

Thalassa looked up to the soldier, scared and unable to move. He grabbed her wrist and twirled her and twisted her arm to her back as he held the bloody sword to her neck. Thalassa was unable to neither move nor speak and she could feel her knees collapsing.

The soldier gritted his teeth as he seeped out raspy words.

"Aren't you a pretty little maiden." His words were as poisonous as venom.

"You'd do well as a slave girl, I think I'd like to keep you." He said breathing heavily on her neck.

Thalassa clenched her mouth and held her eyes tightly closed hoping it would all be just a terrible nightmare, but she was wrong. The soldier decided to have her as a prize and dragged her along forcefully out of the city. Thalassa did not struggle, it was too late to fight him off and besides she was too scared that he would kill her. But perhaps death would be better than enslavement.

Thalassa looked up to the night sky and wished for Apollo to save her. Asking the Gods for help was her only sign of hope. She prayed and prayed for a miracle but nothing happened. Thalassa began to think that maybe he would kill her quickly to save any suffering but death wasn't her only way out. A certain someone was there to save her but they were not there soon enough. As she thought more and more death seemed like a better way out than be saved.

Well, there you go. Sorry it took so long to get the last chappie up. My mom screwed the comp. up by putting software on it and it conflicted with the other software that we already had. Oh, well. Hoped you liked it!