Author's Note:
Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, I know it's taken me a while to update but I'm trying to update more frequently now. I've just been working out ways to get Maggie in more of the story. But I think I know what I'm doing now. Anyway I'll post the next chapter over the weekend. That's why it's such a short chapter.
Chapter #3:
We all hid in the temple out of sight, waiting for the Trojans to come through the door.
"They aren't going to fall for this," I muttered to Eudorus, "there's no way that the Trojan army is that dumb."
"Shush," Achilles commanded as he walked past us, "get ready." I rolled my eyes but gripped my sword tighter anyway.
Then, to my great surprise it turned out that this particular group of Trojan soldiers was that dumb. They walked right into our waiting weapons. We poured out of our hiding spots with war cries and began hacking. The Trojan soldier who had led them in was very good however and slashed his way after Achilles who had left the room. The rest of the Trojan soldiers, however were either defeated and killed by us or retreated to rejoin their ranks.
Once we had won we ran out to see how Achilles and the leader of the Trojan soldiers were faring. I was shocked to find that not only was the Trojan guy not dead, the two weren't even fighting. Instead they were chatting.
"Go home prince," Achilles sighed, "drink some wine, make love to your wife. Tomorrow we'll have our war."
"And this guy will be too hung-over to fight," I whispered to Eudorus, "Achilles is smarted then I though he was…" But the Trojan leader was not leaving, which was pretty stupid since Achilles was allowing him to walk away without a scratch.
"You speak of war as if it is a game," he sounded disgusted as he said it. I didn't want to say anything but I'd always felt that Achilles was a little too calm about the idea of war and dying in a war. But the man wasn't done talking so I didn't have time to mention any of this to Eudorus. "How many wives wait at Troy's gates for husbands they'll never see again?"
"I'm starting to feel guilty," I mentioned to Eudorus.
"Stop talking to me," the soldier grunted. I sniffed and turned away, I can take a hint.
"Perhaps your brother can comfort them," Achilles suggested, "I hear he's good at charming other men's wives."
"Ouch," I chuckled. The man glared over at me and I pointed to Eudorus, "He did it," I accused, his mouth dropped open and he glared at me. Achilles made a shooing noise and the leader of the Trojan soldiers stalked away.
"My lord, you let him go?" Eudorus asked.
"It's too early in the day for killing princes," he answered watching the other man get on his horse and ride off.
"I didn't know there were rules about that sort of thing," I mused, "Was he really a prince?"
"He's Hector, prince of Troy," Achilles told me wiping his sword off, "his brother is the one that stole away Menelaus of Sparta's wife Helen."
"Oh… wait what?"
"Don't you know why we're here?" Achilles asked giving me a frustrated look.
"Because you want to prove that you're the best killer in the world?" I guessed.
"We're here so Menelaus of Sparta can get back his wife," he answered shortly before walking away.
"That's a stupid reason to have a war!" I called after him. In the distance I could hear Greek soldiers shouting Achilles, over and over again.
"Why doesn't anyone ever cheer my name?" I asked Eudorus.
"Just help me load up some of this gold," he said ignoring my question.
