Chapter 29
Twelve days had passed and the Greek army was prepared for battle. Odysseus and Achilles had come up with a plan to be able to infiltrate the Trojan walls.
They moved the ships to a small bay off to the side of the land. The beach looked to be quiet deserted, except for the few dead bodies lying here and there.
King Priam along with his son Paris and royal confidants, walked to the beach to see nothing but ocean. Not one Greek ship was seen anywhere along the horizon. All that stood was a forty foot horse that towered over them.
King Priam, seeing this as a sign of defeat from the Greeks decided to have it brought to the city.
"Father, please, burn this. It can only be seen as an omen." replied Paris.
"Nonsense. It is a gift from the Greeks. They have retreated like dogs with their tails between their legs. We will except this. Come, bring this to the city!" yelled King Priam to the guards.
The city was in an uproar as the guards of Troy brought in the horse. People of the city were dancing and singing, glad that the war was over.
The horse was brought to the middle of the city and left there. People decorated it and danced around it.
Paris still saw this as an omen, but decided to put on a face fit for a king. Helen stood next to him as they watched the people of their city rejoice in the forgotten war.
Nightfall had finally fallen, and everyone was in their beds, flying off into the wonderful world of their dreams.
The town was silent. Not even a mouse could be heard running through the streets.
Then, the wooden horse that everyone seemed happy to have began to move. Pieces of its body fell to the ground as Greek soldiers slid their way down to the ground.
Like locusts, the Greek soldiers climbed, killed, and slithered their way into every inch of the city. They made their way to the gates of Troy and opened them, allowing the Greek army to enter and take control of the city.
People were heard screaming and crying as they were woken from their sleeps to find Greek soldiers raging their city.
King Priam stood at his balcony, watching his beloved city burn to the ground. He went to the hall to pray. He prayed, hoping that the Gods would save his beloved city.
Paris woke to the screaming of women. He grabbed his bow and ran down to the city, killing any Greek soldier that got into his way.
As the Greek army poured their way through the city, Agamemnon and his followers made their way through.
Agamemnon had Anama and Hector tied up and placed directly behind him, just in case.
Agamemnon dragged them to the palace where he knew King Priam would be. He entered the palace and went straight for the great hall.
He opened the doors, throwing Anama and Hector to the ground. King Priam turned to see Agamemnon walk straight towards him.
Hector helped Anama off of the ground and helped her stand. He looked to find his father staring directly at him as if he were a ghost.
"Hector?" he whispered.
"Yes it's Hector. Your beloved son, future king of Troy. Although, for you, there won't be a Troy for him to control." Agamemnon said as he stalked his way to King Priam.
"You may want to think again about that." said Anama.
Agamemnon stopped and turned to her.
"What did you say wench?" he spat.
Anama looked him dead square in the eye. Hector and King Priam looked at her with confusion.
"I said you may want to think about that again." she stated.
"Think about what." he said clearly agitated.
"You think just because you fooled Troy into believing that horse was a peace treaty that you would actually take control of our city? Think again. You may think you have fooled us but you didn't."
"I'm lost. Obviously you have something to say so say it before I lose my patience!" he yelled as he made his way towards Anama and stood right in front of her face. Hector made a move to get in between but a Greek soldier held him back.
"You didn't think it a bit odd that none of your men met resistance while they plowed their way through the city? You didn't think it a bit odd that you have not seen one Trojan guard anywhere in your sights?" she said with a smug smile on her face.
After she had said that, screams of men dying could be heard throughout the palace. Agamemnon turned and stalked his way over to the balcony. What he saw below was like a spear towards the heart. Greek soldiers falling to their deaths left and right all along the city. Trojan guards running out from hidden places throughout the city, killing every Greek soldier that came into contact.
Agamemnon fumed and turned towards Anama. He could see a small smile along her face as his soldiers screams filled his ears. He had been outsmarted by a woman.
"You." he whispered, astonished.
"Me. What, you seem a bit shocked that me, a mere princess, could outsmart the great Agamemnon. Beauty isn't everything." she said with disdain in her voice.
Agamemnon walked over to her and slapped her, sending her to the ground.
"No!" yelled Hector.
Agamemnon then turned to King Priam. Rage was evident in his eyes as he made his way to the King.
"I will have this kingdom, even if I have to kill every single Trojan myself!" he yelled.
As he got closer and closer to King Priam, his face became angrier and angrier. He was mere feet away from the king when he stopped short, a look of surprise evident on his face.
He turned slowly to see Anama standing, hands free from her bonds, holding a bow. She had another arrow notched, ready to send it flying if he dared moved once.
Agamemnon dropped his sword and tried to walk over to Anama.
"You," he tried to say, "You are mine." he said.
"Never." she said and let the second arrow go, landing directly into Agamemnon's heart. He fell to the ground, blood covering every inch of the floor around him.
The Greek soldier tried to run, but Anama grabbed her dagger from her leg and let it land directly into his back, killing him instantly.
Anama dropped her arm, and fell to the floor. Hector caught her just in time before she hit the ground. He laid her down making sure she was okay.
"Do not worry son, she has just passed out from all of this excitement." said King Priam as he made his way over to them. He stepped over the body of Agamemnon and grabbed his sword. He cut Hector's bonds and walked over to the balcony.
The city of Troy was finally slowing down as the Greeks retreated, the ones who were left. King Priam sighed a breathe of relief as his city was saved by none other than his own daughter. 'Funny how the world works." he thought to himself. He let himself laugh for a moment and turned back to his son.
"Hector." he said. He opened his arms and gave his son the hug he had wanted to give ever since he thought him dead. They stayed in the embrace for what seemed like eternity.
The doors of the hall burst open and Paris came rushing in.
"Father! Father where are-," he stopped mid sentence.
"Paris." whispered Hector.
"Hector?" he said, eyes as big as the sun.
Hector only nodded. Paris dropped his bow and ran to his brother, embracing in a hug.
"I thought you were dead." he said.
"Never." whispered Hector.
Paris pulled away quickly as if he were burned.
"Anama." he whispered. Hector pointed over to where Anama lay. "Is she?"
"No. She is merely sleeping." said King Priam. "Poor dear is exhausted I am sure. Carrying around a child and killing the Greek leader is bound to put someone into a deep sleep." he laughed.
"She killed Agamemnon?" asked Paris stunned.
"Yes she did." said Hector.
They stood together for the next few hours, waiting for the signal that it was safe to come out.
Finally, a guard came and told them that it was safe for them to come out. Hector picked up Anama and took her directly to their room. He laid her down and went to get a bowl of water and a towel. He wiped away the dirt that covered her beautiful features and cleaned the cuts and bruises that adorned her face.
He sat by her bed for hours, hoping she would wake soon. He had not seen her in weeks, and it was killing him.
Finally, after five hours of sitting by her bed, she began to stir. She moaned a bit and turned. Hector took a towel and wiped her head, hoping the water would bring her back.
Her eyes slowly cracked open but shut just as quickly. She tried opening them again, but this time slower, letting her eyes adjust to the light.
When she could see somewhat clearly, she looked around and settled on the worried face of Hector. She gave him a small smile, but he did not return it. She dropped the smile and sat up as best she could.
"What is it Hector?" she asked him.
"I was just worried about you that is all." he said.
She smiled and dragged her hand along his face. She rubbed her thumb across his lips and across his cheeks.
"I'm fine." she smiled. She grabbed his hand and placed it onto her belly. "We're fine."
Hector couldn't help but smile. He rubbed his hand along her belly, knowing that their child lay inside. He leaned over and kissed her belly. He looked up to her to see her crying. He sat down on the bed and grabbed her face into his hands. He wiped away the tears, but more came to take their place.
Anama leaned forward and captured her lips with Hectors. They shared a passionate kiss that neither of them had in months. Fear, anger and love was behind their kiss, along with the thought that they were together again.
They pulled away from each other, Hector leaning his head against Anamas. They stayed like that for awhile until Anama spoke.
"I could really go for a bath." she said.
Hector could only laugh. He asked a guard that was stationed outside their door to bring the a servant with water for a bath.
The servant arrived and filled the bath with hot water. She lay towels next to the bath and left quietly.
Hector guided Anama over to the bath and helped her undress. He helped her into the tub and she relaxed instantly. Hector went to get up but was stopped by a wet hand.
"Join me?" she said.
Hector smiled and undressed himself. He slid in behind Anama and held her. He occasionally would take oil and drag it along her skin, getting rid of any sign of what had happened to her. They sat in the tub, just holding each other. Hector occasionally dragging his hand along Anama's belly.
They decided to get out when the water became cold. Hector got out first and wrapped himself in his robe. He helped Anama stand and wrapped her into her robe and led her over to the bed. They both lay down, in each others arms, falling into a much needed sleep.