Author's Note:

Thank you very much to the people who reviewed the last chapter! I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter, I could use some suggestions for what to do next.

Chapter #4:

A few hours later we were all setting up camp of the beach of Troy. It was really rather nice. Well, you know, except for the fact that I almost died there that morning. And the fact that Achilles kept making us work.

I had spent the last few hours converting ships into big tents and helping to unload the ship. I had tried to hang out with Patroclus but he was still sulking because Achilles had made him sit out the battle so I left him on his own after only a few minutes.

I hadn't seen Eudorus for a while, I got the strong suspicion that he was annoyed with me.

After a while I decided that I deserved a break from working and took a nap on the beach. It was really comfortable and I fell asleep in no time.

It was night when I woke up. But I didn't wake up gently. Someone stepped on me and I looked up to see Achilles. He was ranting and raving fiercely.

"What's wrong?" I asked curious.

"Stupid Agamemnon," he managed through clenched teeth, "thinks he's the gods gift to the nation of Greece. Always acting so big when he couldn't survive a day on his own talent…"

This went on for a while, the language becoming cruder and the insults more stabbing and, well, insulting. I stored some of the more inventive ones away for later use. Achilles was really ripping into the guy. He touched on his intelligence, skill, manliness, and appearance each with more and more vehemence. During the whole rant he went from pacing, chucking stones at the ocean, attacking a nearby tent pole with his fist, and kicking some logs that were stacked near a fire. Finally he wrapped up his speech.

"If he thinks that he can finish this war without me then I'll give him that very opportunity. Until he apologizes and admits that he needs me the Myrmidons will stay out of Agamemnon's war!"

Of course none of us thought that he was serious. After all, Achilles loved war! But sure enough, when the soldiers began moving out the next day Achilles sat stubbornly in his tent.

"He's still not out?" Eudorus asked Patroclus and I as he came over to Achilles' tent. I shook my head. "Let's try again," he suggested. Patroclus and I followed him into Achilles' tent. "My lord," he began nervously, "the army is marching."

"Let them march," he answered, "we stay."

"But the men are ready," Eudorus argued.

"We stay till Agamemnon groans to have Achilles back," Achilles yelled.

"As you wish," Eudorus answered.

"I think he's been drinking," I whispered to the other two.

"Enough Maggie," he snapped. How he could hear me even though I was whispering was a mystery to me. Eudorus and I left the tent while Patroclus stayed behind.

"Oh darn," I said sarcastically to him, "we don't get to risk our lives in battle today. I am so incredibly bummed."

"You are a horrible soldier," he remarked.

"I never claimed otherwise," I laughed and he rolled his eyes. Patroclus emerged from the tent.

"He's not going to change his mind," he informed us.

"Well then," I grinned, "let's get some snacks and find a good place to watch the battle!" The two men looked incredulous for a minute and then shrugged at each other and followed me.