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It was early in the morning and Paris was crouching behind the back of the ship and was waiting till the man turned around as he jumped in wooden box before the strong man with huge bulging muscles finally put the wood top on. Paris never realized that he was a little claustrophobic and he took small breaths through his nose. It wasn't so bad, he could see light and there was enough air. Heck, there were holes in the box, but Paris hoped to spend the least amount of time possible in it.

When the men finally picked the wooden box and put it in the cargo hole, Paris gave a deep sigh. He remembered the last time he was on a ship, it was when Hector and him left Sparta and he brought Helen with him. He couldn't believe how stupid he was. His brother was right, if anything, that he knew nothing about love. Paris knew he was an attractive man and so did many of the women think so. He had had so many one night-stands in his life and he thought Helen was the one for him. The young man drifted to sleep thinking about his brother and Helen.

Paris woke up, it had been a couple days since he'd been on this ship and he was getting pretty tired of staying in the box. He knew they should be getting to Greece, he'll get of in Sparta. Paris was sad and excited at the same time. He felt the box being lifted out of the cargo hole. He crouched down while they took the lid and pulled it off. One of the two men pulling it off dropped it on his foot and he screamed in agony. The other man ran over to him and Paris quickly jumped out and ran. His legs were extremely sore from being stuffed in the box, but he kept running anyway around a corner of a building. He found himself in a market. He quickly pulled on his brown shawl and pulled up the hood. He shouldn't be recognized too much.

He acted as normal as possible and walked slowly looking at the necklaces, fish, spices, and other items at the little markets. He noticed something sparkling in the corner of his eye and he looked slowly. It was a white pearl necklace. It looked the exact same as the one he gave to Helen….he stopped in his thoughts. Why was he thinking about her so much? He decided to look it. He reached for it when his hand hit another. He pulled back quickly and looked at who the hand belonged to. It was a woman's. She had a light blue dress on and her dirty blonde hair was just a little past her shoulders. She had light blue eyes and cherry red lips. She was beautiful. "Oh, I'm sorry sir. Were you looking at this?" she asked dangling the necklace in front of him. She stared into his dark brown eyes. His hair was a ruffled mess and his face dirty, but she thought he was stunningly handsome and reminded her of someone that she just couldn't put her finger on. She smiled and pushed the necklace a little closer to him. He just shook his head quickly and pulled the hood of his brown shawl up a little further.

"Um, no that's all right, I was about to leave anyway," said Paris quickly and walked away from the market leaving the young woman standing there as he disappeared into the crowd. She quickly turned to find him, but lost him quickly in all the people as he scurried away.

Paris slowed down as he glanced over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't following him. 'She could have recognized me' he thought to himself as he clutched onto his bag a little tighter. He stared down at his sandals again. One of the straps had broken as he had jumped out of the box earlier and he had just noticed it now. Oh well he thought, it doesn't matter anyway. Paris didn't know where he was going and he hadn't a real clue as to what to do. He thought about the beautiful woman that he had quickly dashed from at the market. She really was beautiful, almost more so than Helen. He did it again! He wanted so much to get her out of his head forever, he felt so guilty, but it wasn't like he cheated on her he thought. It wasn't his fault at all.

The young prince kept walking in the market until suddenly he heard a woman's scream from something in the middle of the street. A crowd was gathering and gasps of people watching what was happening. Paris ran to the circle and pushed through the group of the surrounding civilians. He watched as the two men pulled the woman by her hair. They had uniforms of what the authority wore. Armor and a red band across their chest. "You piece of shit!" one of the men yelled. Paris looked at the poor woman that was crying out in pain when he realized it was the same woman that he had bumped into at the market earlier.

"What did we say would happen to you if I ever caught you stealing something from around here again?" the other man asked. She didn't answer. "We're going to put you away for good!" he laughed as he dragged her by her light blue dress and she cried out for help, but no one would dare intrude. Paris wanted to do something, but he knew if he tried, he might be caught and they would find out his identity. He wished he had some sort of weapon on him. He looked around quickly and found a large stick….more of what used to belong to a spear. He pulled his hood up as far as it would go and ran to grab it. He swung it at the man's head and he fell to the ground moaning in pain. The crowd gasped as they backed away. He swung it at the other man and he fell on top of the other. He then flipped it and hit them again over the stomach and leg with it. He grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her to her feet and ran down the street and turned the corner quickly. The first man got up as quickly as he could while rubbing his head and ran down the street after them.

Paris looked over his shoulder as they ran and he saw him turning the corner and following them. "Run faster!" he said quickly as they dashed around another corner.

"Get back here!" the man screamed as he chased after them with his sword. Paris and the woman kept running and the guy was still on their tail. They went down a back alley between two old buildings and pulled them in a little hole in the wall as she pulled back a board and a sheet. She quickly went in and pulled his hand. He followed, unsure, but knew they had no other choice.

"Where are we?'' asked Paris as she put a finger to his lips to silence him. They could hear as the man ran down the alley past the hole still yelling. She giggled and looked at Paris. He looked up. The rotten wood gave a musty smell and he saw a rat scurrying across a plank above his head. He gasped and she laughed a little.

"Thanks for saving me," she whispered and smiled. Paris nodded his head and gave a little smile. He didn't think he recognized him and gave a little sigh of relief. She pulled down his hood and stared at him. "You okay?" she asked concerned. Paris was stunned a little from what she did and kept quiet. "Hello?" Paris snapped out of his little trance and answered quickly.

"Yes, I'm fine. Where are we?" he asked slowly, trying to change the subject. He didn't like her staring at her. "You seem to know your way around pretty well."

"Oh, well the streets are my home, it's the only thing here in Sparta that I do trust," she said as she got up and wiped the dirt and dust off her blue dress. "I haven't seen you around, you aren't from around here, are you?" she asked curiously. Paris shook his head. "Where?" she asked smiling as she licked her cherry lips.

"Troy," he said quickly. 'Damn! Why did he say that? Good job, Paris! What an idiot you are' he thought to himself.

"Oh. Wow! I haven't been anywhere but here!" she said and laughed at herself. "I'm Lenora." Paris just looked at her and they both stood there silent. Lenora swayed her arms as if he should say something, but Paris didn't understand what she wanted him to say

"Hi Lenora?'' he said questioningly. She shook her head and slapped her hand on her forehead.

"No silly. Hi, my name is…..?" she asked. Paris smiled when he finally got it. She wanted his name. Should she give his real name or make up one? He gave her too much information already he thought.

"I'm…." Paris tried to think of a name, "I'm Lysander." He knew it was one of the many warriors that his brother fought with, but he couldn't use his real name and Lysander wasn't a prince.

"Well Lysander, thanks for rescuing me," said Lenora and reached out her hand to pull him up.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Hmmm…..so that's how it is! LoL! I'll update it soon as possible. Would appreciate any reviews.