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However I would love to have Brad Pitt . Lolz!!
Chapter 3
Kristen was dressed as a royal. Helen had turned her messy locks into radiant cascading curls and put a circlet of gold gracefully on her head. The dress fit her perfectly and she wore a simple gold pendant win shape of the sun. Helen suggested she go barefoot, but Kristen decided to keep here sneakers on,
She was announced as King Priam said, Aristeia, Apollo's Servant. She tried to walk gracefully to the feast, but she kept tripping on the train of the dress. Kristen finally made it to the table and tried to be poised as possible, it just didn't work. She sat between Hector and Helen. Then something hit her, she hadn't eaten since the popcorn from the movie theaters. The as her stomach was about to growl, a plate was placed in front of her. The food smelled and looked vaguely familiar.
"GYROS!! And the white sauce, too! All I need is fries and a really big glass of Coke." Kristen squealed. Are gyros really that ancient? She grabbed a napkin to keep her new dress from getting dirty. The she began to open the pita. Good, it's chicken, not lamb. Next, a person poured her some red wine. "To drink and get drunk, or not to drink and get drunk, that is the question." She whispered softly.
"Aristeia, what are you talking about?" Hector asked.
"Uh . . . . . . . . . .. nothing." she replied with a fake nervousness.
"Anyway, I want you to meet my wife, Andromache. I would have you meet my infant son, but his asleep." He told Kristen.
"Hi I am Kristen, err, I mean, Aristeia. Nice to meet the wife of Hector. They say the secret to a great man is a great women." Kristen commented. "That and the food is very good here."
"My husband is right, you are incredibly singular." Andromache grinned.
"I'm only one of a kind." Kristen replied, "Hector, I need to speak to you about something. It's important."
"May I ask what it is?" Hector inquired.
"You'll see." Kristen whispered.
"WHAT!!! Do you want to kill yourself?" Hector shouted. Kristen and Hector were in the garden far from any people from the banquet.
"Yes, I mean, No. Achilles already knows about me and in a way, saved my life. Can you please show me a way to get to the camp with out being murdered. Please please please please please please please please!!!!!!" Kristen pleaded the last words with puppy eyes.
"But I was planning an ambush tonight." Hector retorted.
"You mean those great balls of fire." Kristen suggested.
"Yes, how did you know?" Hector asked.
"In hopefully 5 days, I'll tell you exactly, OK." Kristen answered. Hector thought about it.
"Fine, you can go." Hector finally decided.
"First, let me get changed into what I had on before." Kristen suggested.
"You cannot." Hector told her.
"Why?" Kristen said angrily.
"Our servants are washing them." Hector informed her.
"Oh." She muttered. "So I have to keep on this dress?"
"Yes, and if you are caught, tell them you are a distant family member of the royal family. That way, you will not be killed and just be a prisoner of war. It's a good thing you look like my brother and I." Said Hector.
"I always liked you." Kristen curtsied.
"Now you remember to curtsy?" Hector said sarcastically.
"This time I have a dress." Kristen grinned.
"Follow me." He commanded. Hector led her down a hallway and up a flight of stairs. He opened up a large door into the armory. Hector walked to a wall with knives and shields.
"Here is a small knife, a light shield and a dark cloak." He gave her the things.
"Thanks" she sighed while fighting a invisible foe. "Hey, Hector, do you have the spear that Paris brought in?"
"Yes, It should be right here." He walked to the other side of the room where a tall vase was holding various types of spears. After that, they exited the room and went through another door that led to another hallway. Hector walked through many hallways and down a few stairways. Kristen attempted at remembering where she was going, but lost after the 10th turn. Hector eventually stopped at a cellar. When Kristen caught up with him, she was trying to put the cloak on and it just wasn't working.
"Let me show you." Hector taught her quickly how to tie the knot. "Listen carefully. Behind this door is a narrow hallway, follow it straight until you get outside. Once you get outside, there should be a small creek going to the ocean. Walk next to it until there is a waterfall and cross over it. Then you will find the Achaean camp."
"Don't worry. Now, if I don't come back, DO NOT kill anyone who looks or acts like Achilles. Ignore him, avoid him, anything, just don't kill him." Kristen warned.
"Ok, now you will not do anything you or I will regret." Hector insisted.
"I hope so. I'm gonna leave, the night is not getting any younger!" Kristen said. "If anyone asked why I left, just tell them I ate too much and didn't feel good."
"Yes, now go!" Hector commanded.
"Bye!" she yelled back running through the bare hallway. When she got out, she found the creek in a few seconds and next to it was a dirt path. Wow, good directions. She covered her head with the cloak's hood and began to run without making any noise louder then the murmur of the creek's water. Kristen soon found the waterfall. Now all I have to do is find the camp, get Achilles, without being killed. Oh God. As she crossed, she started to feel extremely scared. She knew she had two good alibis, with any luck, three if Courtney was alive. One was that she had to return Achilles' spear and two was that she was a distant 'member' of the royal family. She looked up and found the camp.
So, what do you think??? The next chapter will go to Courtney and Achilles in the camp together. . daydreams about Brad Pitt .
Chapter 3
Kristen was dressed as a royal. Helen had turned her messy locks into radiant cascading curls and put a circlet of gold gracefully on her head. The dress fit her perfectly and she wore a simple gold pendant win shape of the sun. Helen suggested she go barefoot, but Kristen decided to keep here sneakers on,
She was announced as King Priam said, Aristeia, Apollo's Servant. She tried to walk gracefully to the feast, but she kept tripping on the train of the dress. Kristen finally made it to the table and tried to be poised as possible, it just didn't work. She sat between Hector and Helen. Then something hit her, she hadn't eaten since the popcorn from the movie theaters. The as her stomach was about to growl, a plate was placed in front of her. The food smelled and looked vaguely familiar.
"GYROS!! And the white sauce, too! All I need is fries and a really big glass of Coke." Kristen squealed. Are gyros really that ancient? She grabbed a napkin to keep her new dress from getting dirty. The she began to open the pita. Good, it's chicken, not lamb. Next, a person poured her some red wine. "To drink and get drunk, or not to drink and get drunk, that is the question." She whispered softly.
"Aristeia, what are you talking about?" Hector asked.
"Uh . . . . . . . . . .. nothing." she replied with a fake nervousness.
"Anyway, I want you to meet my wife, Andromache. I would have you meet my infant son, but his asleep." He told Kristen.
"Hi I am Kristen, err, I mean, Aristeia. Nice to meet the wife of Hector. They say the secret to a great man is a great women." Kristen commented. "That and the food is very good here."
"My husband is right, you are incredibly singular." Andromache grinned.
"I'm only one of a kind." Kristen replied, "Hector, I need to speak to you about something. It's important."
"May I ask what it is?" Hector inquired.
"You'll see." Kristen whispered.
"WHAT!!! Do you want to kill yourself?" Hector shouted. Kristen and Hector were in the garden far from any people from the banquet.
"Yes, I mean, No. Achilles already knows about me and in a way, saved my life. Can you please show me a way to get to the camp with out being murdered. Please please please please please please please please!!!!!!" Kristen pleaded the last words with puppy eyes.
"But I was planning an ambush tonight." Hector retorted.
"You mean those great balls of fire." Kristen suggested.
"Yes, how did you know?" Hector asked.
"In hopefully 5 days, I'll tell you exactly, OK." Kristen answered. Hector thought about it.
"Fine, you can go." Hector finally decided.
"First, let me get changed into what I had on before." Kristen suggested.
"You cannot." Hector told her.
"Why?" Kristen said angrily.
"Our servants are washing them." Hector informed her.
"Oh." She muttered. "So I have to keep on this dress?"
"Yes, and if you are caught, tell them you are a distant family member of the royal family. That way, you will not be killed and just be a prisoner of war. It's a good thing you look like my brother and I." Said Hector.
"I always liked you." Kristen curtsied.
"Now you remember to curtsy?" Hector said sarcastically.
"This time I have a dress." Kristen grinned.
"Follow me." He commanded. Hector led her down a hallway and up a flight of stairs. He opened up a large door into the armory. Hector walked to a wall with knives and shields.
"Here is a small knife, a light shield and a dark cloak." He gave her the things.
"Thanks" she sighed while fighting a invisible foe. "Hey, Hector, do you have the spear that Paris brought in?"
"Yes, It should be right here." He walked to the other side of the room where a tall vase was holding various types of spears. After that, they exited the room and went through another door that led to another hallway. Hector walked through many hallways and down a few stairways. Kristen attempted at remembering where she was going, but lost after the 10th turn. Hector eventually stopped at a cellar. When Kristen caught up with him, she was trying to put the cloak on and it just wasn't working.
"Let me show you." Hector taught her quickly how to tie the knot. "Listen carefully. Behind this door is a narrow hallway, follow it straight until you get outside. Once you get outside, there should be a small creek going to the ocean. Walk next to it until there is a waterfall and cross over it. Then you will find the Achaean camp."
"Don't worry. Now, if I don't come back, DO NOT kill anyone who looks or acts like Achilles. Ignore him, avoid him, anything, just don't kill him." Kristen warned.
"Ok, now you will not do anything you or I will regret." Hector insisted.
"I hope so. I'm gonna leave, the night is not getting any younger!" Kristen said. "If anyone asked why I left, just tell them I ate too much and didn't feel good."
"Yes, now go!" Hector commanded.
"Bye!" she yelled back running through the bare hallway. When she got out, she found the creek in a few seconds and next to it was a dirt path. Wow, good directions. She covered her head with the cloak's hood and began to run without making any noise louder then the murmur of the creek's water. Kristen soon found the waterfall. Now all I have to do is find the camp, get Achilles, without being killed. Oh God. As she crossed, she started to feel extremely scared. She knew she had two good alibis, with any luck, three if Courtney was alive. One was that she had to return Achilles' spear and two was that she was a distant 'member' of the royal family. She looked up and found the camp.
So, what do you think??? The next chapter will go to Courtney and Achilles in the camp together. . daydreams about Brad Pitt .