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Chapter 25

Hector went back to his rooms after coming from the kitchen. Anama was nowhere to be found. It seemed as if she had disappeared.

He went into his rooms hoping to find Anama sitting on the ledge as he normally did, but she was not there. He was beginning to become angry with her. If she would have taken a guard with her like she should have, then he would be able to find her, but once again she went against his wishes and went out alone.

He went over to the balcony and looked out over the city towards the ocean. The day was beautiful. A perfect and clean view towards the ocean, not a cloud in the sky. It was exquisite.

He looked over towards Anama's dresser and noticed a parchment lying there. He went over and picked it up.

On the front was his name. He opened the letter and read what it contained. His eyes grew wider and tears began to form at what he read.

"No." he whispered. "No."

He took off towards the Great Hall were he new his father would be. He burst through the doors scaring the guards on the other side.

"You know, you and your wife are more alike then you think." mused King Priam, but the smile vanished when he saw the look on his sons face.

"Hector? What is wrong?"

Hector handed over the letter to his father, not able to trust his voice just yet. King Priam read over the letter as he face fell inch by inch at what the words meant.

"They've taken her." whispered Hector. "They've taken her right from underneath us and I had no idea."

"No one could have known." said King Priam trying to calm down his son.

"I could have known! I specifically told her to always be with a guard, wherever she went! And the one time she disobeys me, she is taken right from my grasp!"

"Hector calm down."

"I will not calm down! You have no idea what I am feeling right now!"

"Silence!" yelled King Priam. Hector stopped mid sentence. He had never heard his father yell at him before. He was stunned.

By now, there had been a congregation inside the hall, containing mostly Paris, Helen, and a few guards.

"What happened?" asked Paris lightly afraid to upset his father more.

King Priam continued to stare at Hector. "Princess Anama has been kidnaped."

"What!" yelled Paris. His father threw him a look that made him think twice about talking again. Helen covered her face with her hands and began to cry.

"No listen to me." said King Priam. "I understand that this is a cause for action. But we need to plan this out. Charging in there will do no good for you or her." said King Priam staring intently at Hector.

Hector lowered his head, ashamed that his father could read his mind so well.

"We need to be extra careful in saving Anama. Not only is she in danger, but also the danger of your child."

Hector raised his head towards his father. Hearing that his child was in danger along with his wife made him realize that he had to be very precise in his actions.

"At dawn, we attack the Greeks. We then scout the camp, searching for Anama. We will not and I repeat will not rescue her then."

"Father!" yelled Hector.

"If we are to get her back to this palace in one piece I suggest we take extreme precautions! Knowing where she is will give us a better understanding of how to rescue her safely without getting you or her killed. Am I understood!" yelled King Priam.

Hector closed his mouth and nodded towards his father.

"Now, we have much to do. Hector, I want you to inform your troops of your plan. Do not mention Anama being kidnaped. Let them worry about fighting the Greeks while you search for Anama."

Hector nodded and bowed leaving the Hall in a flush of robes.

Dawn had not yet shown her beautiful face. The night still lay across the land in a thick blanket.

The Greek camp was quiet as the men caught up on there sleep. Everything seemed at peace as arrows of the night flew through the air towards the camp.

The horns sounded, signaling an attack. Agamemnon rushed from his tent to see what the trouble was.

A guard dragged Anama not to far behind. Her wrists were bound, tearing her skin away layer by layer. She walked out of the tent and noticed the entire Greek army rushing around like chickens.

The army lined up to attack when large balls were sent down the hill, catching fire as they wiped through the camp.

"Hector." Anama whispered to herself with a smile.

Agamemnon turned to her and glared. Anama just returned the look with a smile.

"Stupid wench." Agamemnon hissed as he slapped her across the face. "Tie her up in the tent. Now!"

The guard holding Anama dragged her back inside and tied her to the pole. Anama's head was pounding, but she was thankful that Hector had come.

She could here the commotion outside as the men prepared to fight.

She saw Agamemnon enter the tent to get dressed for the battle. As he was getting dressed, he called for a guard.

"See to it that Princess Anama here has a perfect spot to watch the battle. I would hate for her to miss her husbands tragic death."

"No!" she screamed. The guard untied her and dragged her outside while Agamemnon just laughed.

The guard tied her up where she could see everything. She saw the Trojan army waiting off into the distance and smiled.

Agamemnon exited his tent and stood next to her.

"It's a beautiful sight is it not?" asked Agamemnon.

"Which one, the one where the Greek army is destroyed?" she asked with a smug smile.

"Do not sass me young lady for my patience is running thin. You will stand here and watch as your beloved husband is killed." He could see her eyes darken and sadden as he said this. He reached his hand up to her face and ran it along her cheek. "I will surely take pleasure in making you my wife."

Anama spit into his eye. Agamemnon only laughed. He wiped the spit from his eyes and slapped her across the face, the same spot he had only moments ago.

Hector stood atop the hill, watching as the balls caught fire and plowed through the camp. He looked around desperately trying to get a glimpse of Anama. Nothing. There were to many men running around for him to get a clear look. Then he saw her. Standing by the biggest tent in the Greek army. Agamemnon's tent. He looked to see Agamemnon stroke her face, and then slap her.

Then Anama heard a sound that was music to her ears. The sound of metal clashing. She turned her head to see the entire Trojan army marching towards them.

Agamemnon left to go and govern his troops.

Anama stood still as the battle began. Trojans mixing with Greeks in the heat of battle. She saw the Myrmidons running towards the battle.

"That's strange." she said.

"What is?" asked a guard.

"Achilles is going to go and fight a battle at the call of Agamemnon. He would never do such a thing. Something isn't right." she said to herself.

She looked back out into the battle to see two men circling each other. They seemed to be in a sort of dance. The it clicked.

"No." she begged to herself. "Hector, no!" she yelled.

Hector and Achilles were circling each other ready to battle. Everyone seemed to notice this as one by one they stopped to watch to magnificent legends battle each other.

The battle begun and it was heated. Both men equally good. Anama stood on eggshells as she watched her husband fight one of the most feared men in the world.

Then it all came to a stop as Hector sliced his throat. Everyone stopped. Anama gasped as she saw Achilles fall to the ground.

Hector kneeled down and removed his helmet. Everyone gasped when they realized that it was not Achilles that had been fighting, but his cousin Patroclus.

Anama fell to the ground as she began to sob. She knew that Achilles would never go and fight for Agamemnon. Know, Hector was doomed.

The entire army fell silent as the shock over took them. Hector, most shocked out of everyone decided to put him out of his misery and finish him off with a final stab to the chest.

Hector stood and walked towards Odysseus.

"Enough for one day." he said.

"It was his cousin." replied Odysseus. Hector looked horrified. This was surely not the end of this war.

He looked and nodded to his men. The army retreated back to Troy.

Anama stood to try and get a final look at Hector. She saw him standing there shocked. She slowly met his eyes and noticed the longing in them. He pointed to her and she new that he would come for her. He would come for her.

Hector turned and walked back to Troy, heavy hearted.