Author's Note:

Well this chapter is very short but I'm posting the next chapter tomorrow so never fear. It's getting pretty close to the end of Troy and I'm hoping that you've all enjoyed it. I have to say that this has been the hardest Maggie story to write but it's still been fun.

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Chapter #9:

As Achilles had been hoping Agamemnon was furious. That night many of us heard the sounds of him ranting and raving. I didn't even have to eavesdrop! Achilles, acting sensible for once, avoided the angry king.

I was unable to fall asleep because of a combination of the racket that Agamemnon was making and the adrenaline rush that I got being back at the camp. I wandered around the camp, not thinking about anything other then how much I wanted this war to end when I saw Odysseus. I caught up with him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Boo!" I said. He squinted at me, clearly puzzled.

"I thought you were dead," he said finally.

"I'm a ghost," I told him, "I've decided to haunt you forever for abandoning me during that fight."

"First of all," he said tiredly running a hand through his hair, "you're clearly not a ghost and thus not dead." I huffed, annoyed with him. Why did he have to spoil my fun? "And secondly I was distracted by Achilles fighting Hector. Or rather Patroclus fighting Hector. But I am sorry."

"It's okay," I sighed, "I guess you couldn't really help it." Personally I wasn't going to fight near Odysseus ever again, I wouldn't trust him to keep me alive. Better to fight near Achilles. He wasn't trustworthy but so far he had never ditched me in the middle of a fight.

"Maggie," Odysseus said suddenly turning to me, "let's discuss a hypothetical situation."

"Umm," I said unsure, "okay."

"Let's pretend that you were having a fight with someone."

"About what?"

"It's not important," he answered me with a wave of his hand.

"Yes it is," I argued, "I mean did they insult me, or play a mean practical joke on me, or break my chariot, or steal my food, or -?"

"They stole your food," Odysseus said, interrupting me.

"Those bastards!" I cried, caught up in the moment.

"Yeah," Odysseus looked a little scared, "exactly. Anyway they stole your food and they won't give it back."

"They didn't eat it?"

"No…"

"How they mock me!"

"Right… anyway… The two of you have been fighting for a while. It's been really fierce and neither of you seemed like giving in. Then one day they leave a gift on your doorstep and move to the next town. What do you do with the gift? Do you throw it away or bring it into your house?" I thought long and hard. Okay, not really, it didn't seem like a hard question.

"I'd bring it in," I answered. He grinned broadly.

"We might just win this war yet!" He cheered clapping my shoulder as he ran off.

"I don't get it!" I called after him.