Hello people.

Sorry it took so long to update. I had so much to do. Like school.

Disclaimer: I own it all. (Gun is held to my head. Tell the truth someone mutters.) Fine I don't own it. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? I SHOULD OWN IT ANYWAY. All right so know you know I don't own it and we can get on with it.

O and I got two new Troy stories up this week. One's a one shot and the other is going to be nice and long.

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Bresies was scrunched up in a ball on the ground her face in her knees. There was a sound of muffled crying. Helen had wrapped her arms around her and was doing her best to comfort her.

"It's okay Bresies. Everything will be okay."

"But how Helen. How will it be okay? We've lost everything. We've lost our city, our king, our prince, and now I've even lost Andromache. She'll hate me forever and she'll raise her son to hate me too," her voice was muffled but you could distinguish what she was saying.

"She's not going to hate you. She's just confused eventually she'll be okay with it. Don't worry it will be alright."

Bresies lifted her head, "You really think that?"

Helen nodded her head, "Yes."

Bresies smiled slightly, "You've been such a good friend when I really needed one. Thank you so much."

Helen smiled, "You've been a great friend to me too. When Hector died everyone except for Paris, Priam, Andromache, and you blamed me. And you're the only one I could talk too. Paris and Priam are male so I couldn't talk to them and Andromache spent every second crying. So I needed you too."

"Helen it wasn't your fault that Hector died. I think it's mine. The reason that Achilles killed Hector is because Hector killed Achilles' younger cousin Patroclus. But Hector only killed him because Patroclus wore Achilles' armor to battle and everyone including Hector thought that he actually was Achilles. Well the reason that Patroclus fought was because Achilles had kept him from fighting earlier. And when Achilles and I fell in love he decided too leave. So if Achilles hadn't fallen in love with me then Patroclus wouldn't have fought in the battle and died, and Achilles wouldn't have killed Hector."

Helen shook her head gently, "It's not your fault Bresies. What could you have done?"

Bresies thought, "I could have not slept with him, I could have run away, I could have somehow made it that Agamemnon would have kept me. All these things would have made it that Hector didn't die."

"There is nothing you could have done Bresies. Achilles fell in love with you, and even if you had done those things he still would have fallen in love with you Aphrodite would have ensured that. So don't blame yourself for things you can't control."

Bresies looked down at her knees. "Thank you Helen," she whispered.

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"Hector, isn't it bad for a woman to be depressed when she's pregnant?"

"Well I was at war a lot of the time and that made Andromache rather depressed and our son was born nice and healthy. So I don't know. Maybe."

Suddenly Darrius groaned.

"What?" asked Hector.

"The pool changed to Achilles' body being burned."

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Odysseus was placing the two coins on Achilles' eyes.

"Find peace, my brother," said Odysseus right before he lit the straw on the level beneath Achilles.

Odysseus scrambled down the ladder.

"My lord," one of his soldiers came up too him.

"What is it?"

"Agamemnon is dead."

"So?"

"So this land. Who will it go too?"

Odysseus groaned, "Go ask Nestor because I have no idea."

Little did Odysseus know that Nestor was behind him, "Odysseus I think this land should go to you."

Odysseus jumped a bit then turned to face the older king, "Me? Why me?"

"Because you are the reason we conquered Troy and you are the most powerful king here. These lands are now yours."

"Well what if some other kings want them as well?"

"I've talked to the other kings. They all agree with me. The land goes to you."

Odysseus sighed, "Just great."

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"Tell me Achilles. Is Odysseus a good man?"

"Well he's a far better man then Agamemnon."

"Everyone is a far better man then Agamemnon."

"Well let me put it this way. I'm sure if he finds your people he'll give them the land."

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Paris and his fellow hunter had come back with a one buck dear and a fairly large rabbit.

"How many survivors were there in total?"

"I think there were about 23 my lord."

This seemed to be all Paris could take, "Only 23 survivors. There were thousands of people in Troy. How did we only get 23 survivors?"

"Well at least we have more then enough food my lord. With the game we caught and the rabbit that Princess Andromache caught it should feed us for around three days."

Paris calmed down, "Yes I suppose. And there is a possibility that some people are still alive in Troy. Let's just pray that Apollo protected them."

"I hate to say this my lord but I think with Agamemnon ruling we won't have any survivors."

"Agamemnon won't be ruling our lands," said a voice behind the man. It was Bresies.

"How do you know that miss?"

"Yes Bresies how do you know that?" Andromache had sneaked up behind her.

"Because Agamemnon is dead."

"Did you see his body? Are you sure he's dead?" said one of the men.

"I watched a dagger go through his throat."

"What do you mean you watched? Did he have you captured and you were there when he died?" Andromache seemed very curious about this whole matter.

"In a way. He was mad at me because of, well the same reason you're mad at me Andromache. So he planned to take me as a slave but he died before he could."

"Who killed him?"

Bresies ducked her head, "I did."

"WHAT?" Paris was very calm about this until he heard that bit of news. "YOU KILLED AGAMEMNON?"

"Paris. Be quiet. Do you want the whole camp to know?"

"YES. You're a hero. Agamemnon won't be able to rule Troy, or whatever is left of Troy, because of you."

"How does that make me a hero? I went against all I was for. I killed someone, and even if that person was a cruel, heartless monster, and even if I was defending myself I murdered someone, I'm a murderer."

Tears had sprung from Bresies' eyes and she ran off.

"Paris what did you do?" said Helen who had just walked up behind him.

"Well we-"

"I had finally managed to stop her from crying. What did you say to get her going again?"

"Well we kind of made her explain how she killed Agamemnon."

Helen's eyes went very round, "She killed Agamemnon?"

"Yes. And she's very upset about it."

"Well that makes three things you do NOT say to Bresies unless you want to see a lot of crying."

"What are the three things?" asked Andromache with concern.

"1 is Achilles being a heartless monster, if you mention that not only will she cry she'll have a bad temper. 2 is the death of Hector and Priam, she kind of things those deaths are her fault. And I suppose 3 is the fact that she killed Agamemnon. Even though I'm rather proud of her for it."

"So are we," said all four of the people who had heard Bresies' story.

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"Well Bresies is a hero in my book. I absolutely hated Agamemnon."

"Then why did you fight for him?"

"Because when I first started fighting for him I didn't know what that man was like. And also he paid me well so I fought for him."

Hector rolled his eyes, "That's not a very good reason."

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DreamSprite: Thanks.

Evanescent Dawn: That's okay. Better late then never and I understand the homework thing. Dame those teachers. GRRR! Okay I'm better now. Yes I try to make the conversations a but humorous, that's why I have Darrius he kind of adds to the funny part. I feel rather bad for Andromache too but eventually she'll have to find out and it adds conflict to the story. Don't worry though it will be better soon. YAY you're story is going to be updated soon. (Does happy dance.)