Author's Note:
Okay so I found a way to allow Maggie to meet all of the Trojans so getting Maggie to Troy is what this chapter is all about. It's a little weird and random but whatever, it's basically just a dream.
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Chapter #7:
I slept lightly, too excited to be leaving the next morning. I felt as if it was too good to be true. Little did I know that it was too good to last.
Horns from all around the camp blared, announcing the arrival of the Trojan army. They had come to attack our camp. I ran out of my tent, holding my weapons and armor, and found Eudorus.
"What do we do?" I asked desperately.
"I don't know," he answered looking around wildly. We stared out as all of the sudden huge fireballs began to roll across the Greek troops and into our camp. Eudorus cursed and I borrowed a phrase I had learned from Achilles. There was mass chaos throughout the camp as fires broke out everywhere and flaming men ran around in great distress.
A tent near to us burst into flames and Eudorus and I rushed to get water to help put the fire out. It wasn't a large tent and between the two of us we managed to get everything under control.
The panic finally began to die away as the sun rose. And Eudorus and I, however, still didn't quite know what to do. In the distance the Trojans began beating their spears against their armor threateningly. Just then another Myrmidon rushed over to us.
"Achilles has called us to fight!" He shouted at us.
"He what?" I shrieked.
"Guess we'll have to risk our lives after all," Eudorus grinned at me as he tossed me my helmet which I had dropped. Grumbling I got ready to go try to commit suicide, also known as participating in a battle. At least now I was getting cheered for…
Being some of the last to be ready Eudorus and I were close to the end of the line, far away from Achilles who was up at the front. Before we could join him the battle began in earnest as the Trojans charged.
Somehow during the fight I ended up fighting near Odysseus. He and I one way or another began watching each other's backs as we fought off the Trojans. This battle didn't seem half as scary as the last one had been. This time there were more then fifty people fighting on our side. That helped a lot.
I noticed a Trojan about to stab Odysseus from behind so I lunged to slice at his arm. Then I felt a burning pain on the back of my head and I fell to the ground. Then everything went dark.
When I came to I couldn't tell if the battle had ended or not. All I could see was a soldier in Trojan armor standing over me with a sword in his hand.
"Parley," I muttered vaguely before slipping back into unconsciousness.
When I woke up I was in a cell, bars covering the windows and a thick door as the only way in or out. I was still in my battle armor though now without weapons. I was a little fuzzy on what had happened but I could fill in the blanks. I'd been captured by the Trojans. What I didn't know was why I wasn't dead.
Not that I was complaining…
A few minutes the door opened and a man entered with a tray of food and a pitcher. I recognized him as the man who I had seen standing over me. Now I also recognized him as Prince Hector. I didn't have the strength to be afraid. I looked over at the pitcher hopefully.
"Is there wine in there?" I asked him.
"No," he answered looking a little taken aback, "it's just some water." He put the food and water down and motioned for me to take some. I did eagerly.
"So why aren't I dead?" I asked in between bites. "And what happened in that battle-suicide thing that was going on?"
"You are a Myrmidon?" he asked ignoring me. I glared at him.
"And you're Hector of Troy," I rolled my eyes, "but I believe I asked my questions first."
"You were injured in battle though somehow ended up with the Trojan wounded," he explained, "and it is dishonorable to kill a defenseless enemy."
"Lucky me," I muttered taking a drink.
"The battle was a draw," he continued, "I fought a man I believed to be Achilles." This caught my attention and I looked back at the prince who had compassionate a heart to spare a wounded enemy. Was he really that kind? But he wasn't looking at me. "I slit the man's throat," I spit some of the water out in alarm, "but when I removed his helmet I saw that he was too young to be the man I thought he was." I put the pieces together rather quickly.
"Patroclus," I sighed sadly, "his cousin." I processed this thinking seriously. "So there was a reason other then honor for my being alive now," I guessed, "you want information about the man who certainly wants you dead now." He nodded, not looking embarrassed at all. It was probably his honesty that made me answer.
"In battle he moves as if he knows the future," I told the prince with equal honestly, "I know of no weakness that he could have, I doubt there is one. Fighting comes as easily to him as breathing comes to you and eating comes to me. I've seen you fight," I continued, "I saw you kill Ajax. You're good, gifted even. But if I was betting, which I wouldn't as I've decided never to bet again, I would put my money on Achilles."
"That's as much as I expected," he nodded. The Hector stood up to leave.
"So you kill me now?" I asked. I wished that I'd had one last goblet of wine before I was killed. It seemed very important all of the sudden.
"No," the prince answered, "I will leave word that you are not to be hurt. When the right time reveals itself I'll find a way to let you go back to your people."
"Thank you Prince Hector," I grinned seriously for once and standing attempted a bow.
"And thank you my lady," he answered with a bow that was much more elegant then mine. The he looked over at me curiously. "What is your name?"
"Maggie," I answered promptly.
"No matter what happens to me Maggie," he assured me, "you will not come to harm here in Troy." He started to leave.
"Don't fight him," I burst out. I wasn't sure why I was telling him that. I mean, this was the same man who had killed Patroclus who had probably been my best friend in this crazy world. But I was trying to help his killer anyway. "Run as far away as you can! Or better yet stay behind the walls and refuse to face him!"
"That is dishonorable," he answered as if that was the point of all there was in life.
"Forget your honor," I begged him, "I am not exaggerating about Achilles. He will kill you."
"If it weren't for my honor you would be dead," Hector reminded me as he left, closing and locking the door behind him.
