"OOOOOH! I'm gonna get a great tan." Grinned Courtney. "You are thinking about a tan right now!!! Can't you tell were not at the theaters anymore? What was the last scene we watched?" Kristen asked angrily.

"Blondie and Orli talking about something and playing Tonsil Hockey." Courtney answered

"Oh ok. And we are- What the FU-!" Kristen shrieked as a sword landed between the two girls heads. They both jumped up quickly.

"We're too young to die!!" Courtney pleaded.

Kristen knew who threw it. "Oh shit. It's Menelo-, Manel-, Mano-, Damn Greek names. What's his name again?" Kristen puffed.

"Menelaos." Courtney replied.

"That means that goddam prissy bitch is somewhere around here. Where's Paris?" Kristen yelled

"Behind you, milady." Paris Bowed.

"Milady, up my ass. Etiquettes on the battle field, how charming." Kristen groaned with sarcasm.

"Well then, Ladies. You are both stunning in beauty." Menelaos sang smoothly.

"Shut your asshole of a mouth, too. Don't you have enough women in your bed?" Kristen spat at him.

"Kristen, that wasn't very smart to do." Courtney whispered.

"Does it look like I care? First, we're sent here by a psychopath, second, I wanted to have sometime before we left to get some stuff, and third, he's a fucking bitch who has no morals while Helen at least has sense to make kids with Paris in a room." Kristen screamed angrily.

"Um, you have a weird view on the way things happen." Courtney continuing to whisper to Kristen.

Just then Courtney thought of something to annoy her friend even more.

"Oh, and I bet you would love to do that with Elijah Wood, wouldn't you?" Courtney murmured thinking she out matched Kristen.

"Shut up!! And you wouldn't love to get pregnant by Achilles?" was Kristen comeback.

"God, He might be here." Courtney whimpered.

"Once again, does it look like I care?" Kristen repeated. "Sorry, Paris, please continue fighting with King Whatever-the-ass's-name-is." She ordered Paris.

"No one ever call's me an ass." Growled Menelaos.

"AW, did I break your ego? And now I am supposed to kiss your feet and beg for forgiveness. Ain't happening from me, you idiot." Was Kristen's reply.

He grabbed her by the hair and puts her sword to her neck. "Helen, I know you can hear me. This is an example of what I do to woman who disobeys me." Menelaos yelled. All of the sudden, a spear was thrown just in reach for Kristen to grabbed. She slid from Menelaos grip and snatched the spear. She jabbed the spear into the King's throat and with that, he fell. Kristen then noticed Greek writing on the spear. She figured out an A and the rest she wasn't able to read.

"Thank you to whoever threw this." Kristen thanked and took Menelaos's sword. "Don't ever mess with me and now, you never will." She said to his face and thrust the sword into his stomach.

"You killed him and now the deal is broken. We have to continue the war." Paris cried.

"Wow, I did." Was all that Kristen could say.

"I was suppose to." Paris continued to pout.

"You wouldn't, wuss." Kristen glared at him. Courtney ran up to her. She whispered, "You weren't suppose to do that."

"We weren't suppose to be here in the first place. Anyway, who threw that spear?" Kristen inquired. Courtney looked ant pointed to a cliff. Kristen looked over to see Achilles standing proud. She bowed her head, hoping he understood her gratitude. At that moment, Hector stepped toward them.

"I am Hector, Prince of –"

"Troy." The two girls said together. Then, they heard a faint twang in the background.

"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who did that?!" Kristen screamed with tears forming in her eyes. Courtney looked around to see who did. Kristen moved her hand to the back of her left shoulder. She felt a gooey liquid and an arrow. She was losing blood fast. Kristen still had the Menelaos sword in her hand. She gripped it tightly and lifted it.

"I did." A voice answered gruffly.

"Who?" Kristen asked.

"I, King Agamemnon, Son of Atreus. Brother of Menelaos." He answered again.

"Did I as you for your family tree?" Kristen said menacingly. She began to run to him with her dead foe's sword, ready to strike him down. Hector grabbed her right hand before she did anything stupid. Courtney just laughed watching Kristen become a killing machine.

"How many movies have you seen that have sword fights?" Courtney grinned.

Kristen mumbled "too many." When she finished saying that, she tripped and fell. Hector began to pick her up, But she pushed him away.

"I can walk. . ." she said but fell again. Courtney ran up to her and helped her get up.

"Fool! You can't even walk and you were about to get yourself in another fight." Courtney laughed.

"I feel dizzy." Kristen moaned. "That's because you are passing out do to the fact of much blood loss, so since you are dizzy, you will be unconscious in 2 ½ minutes." Stated Courtney.

"Damn smart bitch, get me some fucking help instead of telling me what I am about to do!" Kristen yelled enraged.

"Hector, can you pick her up?" Courtney asked. He picked Kristen up as if she were a small child.

"What is her name and yours as well?" he asked.

"She is Kristen and I'm Courtney." Courtney answered.

"Courtney," Kristen moaned, "Find Achilles and tell Paris to grab the spear."

"Sure. PARIS!!! Get the frickin' spear!" Courtney yelled, and with that she ran to the cliff to find Achilles.

"Achilles! Where the hell are you?!" Courtney shouted. Crap, I get the lines now. We're the two girls. Oh God, we have to save everybody? How the hell are we gonna do that. . . . Her thoughts continued to other things like how much changes will there be. She was now absent-mindedly going up the cliff where she last seen Achilles. She passed a small bush and she thought she saw movement. What the? Courtney felt a hand around her mouth and sling her on to his shoulders. She punched and kicked as hard as she could. She finally gave up. She tried to look up to see what her capturer looked like. All she could make out was blonde hair.

"Oh God this hurts. COURTNEY!! Y-y-ou m-m-must c-c-come . . . . . back. . . . "Kristen muttered. Just as Courtney said, she passed out. Hector ran to his horse and galloped to the palace.

Hector laid Kristen's limp body in a room. Paris followed closely behind. Minutes later, King Priam and Helen came into the room. Hector pulled the out the arrow and Kristen woke up suddenly. She started to bleed again more fiercely this time and Paris fled the room.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! My God, that was painful. I don't remember the people in Braveheart when they got mauled by arrows and pulled them out, they screamed in pain. They just kept on fighting, but then again, it was actors, not real." Kristen mumbled. Hector tried to clean the wound but Kristen kept jerking her shoulder back.

"C'mon, it will sting, but you are loosing much blood swiftly." Hector persuaded. "Fine." Kristen gave in.

"So, your name is Kristen, I presume." Hector said trying to get her mind off the pain.

"Call me Kris." She said cheerfully.

"I am so sorry that Menelaos did that to you. I cannot believe you said those things to his face. Where's Paris?" Helen said.

"Where's Courtney?" Kristen asked curiously and concerned about where her friend was. "You friend? She went to find this Achilles." Hector answered while stitching up her wound.

"I Hope she gets on his good side." Kristen sighed.

"That should heal nicely." Hector pronounced as he finished dressing her injury. "You are a brave young woman. I am –"

"King Priam of Troy." Kristen finished his sentence and bowed.

"Aren't young maidens suppose to curtsy?" the King pointed out.

"Don't have a skirt." Kristen smiled.

King Priam laughed, "You are the most outspoken girl I have ever met."

"Well, That's true. Anyway, I give you the sword of Menelaos." She said bowing and holding up the sword to him.

"How can a person change from so quickly from laughter to being serious?" King Priam inquired.

"Something we learned from where I am from. If you think I am humorous, you should see me and Courtney. We spazz 24/7." Kristen responded.

"Spazz?" Hector and his father asked.

"Spazz, when someone goes crazy, starts laughing, acts stupid, and rambles curses." Kristen defined.

"Yes father. That is what they were doing when I was beating Menelaos." Paris said as he walked into the room again.

"Wow. Beating Menelaos? That's the most ironic understatement of the century." Kristen interrupted sarcastically. He was going to beat the shit out of you and you were gonna crawl to your brother to plead to save you sorry little ass. Then Hector was going to kill the guy because he was being a nice older bro."

"I can see that." Hector laughed.

"How do you know that?" Helen asked, "You didn't give him a chance."

"Because I know what's going to happen. That's why I was sent here. I don't know why I was chosen to, but I was. I hope that psychopath manager knows what he's done changing the stream of time." Kristen mumbled angrily.

"You know the future?" Paris said in wonder.

"Yep." Kristen answered.

"There will be a feast held in your honor. We shall call you Aristeia, Apollo's servant." King Priam said in respect.

"How nice of you! But, I have nothing to wear." Kristen said.

"Helen, have Aristeia prepared for tonight," King Priam commanded. "Hector, Paris, let's leave the women to get ready."

"Wait, before you go. Are you always gonna call me Aristeia for now on?" Kristen questioned.

"Yes, that will be your new name as long as you're here." King Priam decided. "Helen."

"Yes, milord." Helen replied, "Come with me."

Kristen followed her down the hallway, up a fight of stairs and into a large room. Helen walked in and opened a closet. It was full of many dresses and robes of many colors.

"You can pick any one you desire; you seem to be my size." Helen remarked.

"Wait, your size. I'm only thirteen, I cannot be your size." Kristen cried.

"You look older then thirteen summers." Helen responded, Kristen walked to a mirror and saw that she looked much older.

"Holy mother of God!" She yelled, "The manager-dude was right, he said I would age 8 years and that means I am . . . . 21! Cool!"

Helen just looked confused. "I am sorry about Menelaos." She said again.

"Forgiven. Um, I like that dress." Kristen pointed out a simple white dress, similar to the one Helen was wearing. "May I use it?"

"Yes, you may. Actually, you can have it. Menelaos made me wear that for our wedding." Was Helen's response. Helen clapped and two girls came out.

"Yes, your majesty. What is your desire?" one of the servants said. "Prepare my bath and a room for Aristeia." Helen requested.

"Yes, Princess." The two girls said in unison and departed the room.

"When you are done with your bath, I will do your hair and you will turn the heads of the court." Helen smiled.

"You're not half-bad after all." Kristen responded. "I can seriously get use to this."

Well? What do you think so far good, or bad?? Please R&R and tell me so I know to keep writing or not.