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Changing fate	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 13199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you for being so
patient with me. I have exams at the moment, but as soon as I'm done
with them I think I'll be able to update more often. Thanks to Dark
Queen, Chrystler, Candy Apple and Addiction for encouraging me with
their wonderful reviews. They are what keeps me writing even when I
have little time to do so. I also can assure you that I will finish
this story no matter what, because I hate to leave something
unfinished.

Chapter 5 – Battle dreams

The sun had already
sunk below the horizon by the time that Hector finally returned to
his chambers. The whole day had been a rush of battle preparations,
last instructions and the inevitable excitement
that always came with a new war. Their spies had seen the Greek army
land at the beaches of Troy, but for the moment they seemed contend
with unloading their ships and building their camps.

And even though he was
looking forward to defending his city once again Hector was glad
about the last night of untroubled sleep the Greeks grated him,
allowing him to replenish his strength and be an even fiercer
opponent in the new day's light.

Wearily sinking down on
his mattress the Trojan prince immediately
slipped into the world of dreams, escaping reality for a while. But
the Gods seemed unwilling to grant him a peaceful
rest since Hector found himself alone on a battle field, the only
soldier standing between the gates of Troy and the hordes of Greek
warriors that were storming towards his beloved city.

Having been brought up
as a proud prince of Troy Hector rarely felt fear, but at that moment
his heart constricted with horror and the certain knowledge that he
could never manage to defend the walls against all his opponents. One
man against an army, a truly hopeless battle.

And yet he never had
the cowardly thought to just run away and save himself, on the
contrary. He would defend Troy until the last drop of his blood
stained the ground and Charon led him away across the river Styx. But
before he went he would sent as many Greeks there as he could manage.

A grim, determined
expression spreading over his face Hector drew his sword, his feet
firmly planted to the ground, a predator ready to strike down his
helpless prey. The Greeks stormed toward him, coming closer and
closer while battle cries resounded from their lips, hoping to drive
their single opponent away. But Hector wouldn't be moved, his sword
burying itself into the belly of the first Greek that came close to
him.

As soon as that first
body had dropped everything became a blur, blood and flashing metal,
the clashing of swords and the groaning of those who were dying.
Bodies piled at his feet, his enemies falling prey to his unrelenting
blade.

So many fell to his
sword and yet the stream of warriors never stopped, surrounding him
and pressing towards him from all sides. No escape left, completely
cornered, Hector felt as if he could already spot Charon waiting for
him in the distance. But that didn't keep him from still fighting on,
even if all hope for his life was already lost.

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Achilles finished brushing the dust of the day's training off his
precious armor, setting it down next to his bed. Sweat was running
down his back, caused by the stifling heat
of the barracks the Myrmidons were staying at.

The Greek warrior poured a bowl of water over his skin, but the
relief it offered was relatively short-lived, the sweat almost
immediately reappearing on his back. Giving up on trying to cool his
overheated body Achilles lay down on his bed, hoping to rest before
the next day's battle.

Sleep didn't come easily to him that night, tossing and turning as
the sweat-soaked blanket clung to his skin. But eventually Hypnos
managed to lure him into the realm of dreams, casting the renowned
hero into a world of fantasy.

Slowly opening his eyes Achilles found himself on a beach that
seemed vaguely familiar to him, even if he was certain that he wasn't
in Phtia. Getting up from the ground he noticed the hundreds of ships
that were towed up onto the sand, their sails bearing the symbols of
the different Greek states. Sparta and Ithaca, Athens and Thessaly,
they were all there, except for the customary black sail that would
have belonged to his own ship.

For a moment the hero found himself puzzled, but then he
remembered that his ship wasn't there because he hadn't sailed
together with the Greek fleet. He wasn't an ally of Agamemnon, but
instead he was an ally of Priam, the suddenly remembered knowledge
bringing a deep uneasiness to his bones. Achilles felt that he
shouldn't linger on the beach any longer, an unknown force drawing
him back towards the great walls of Troy.

Driven by his instincts he walked up the small slope that led up
to the plain that stretched before the city, catching sight of the
Greek troops storming towards the walls of Troy and a single warrior
that stood defending them.

Not even thinking about what he was doing for a single moment
Achilles began to run, storming towards the city in anticipation of
the battle and the glory it would reward him. Alone against a whole
army, there was possibly no more hopeless and glorifying
fight to be had.

Drawing closer to the battle he could see that the Trojan defender
was holding up quite well, even though he could not see the man's
face yet. Finally reaching the Greek army Achilles stormed into their
midst like a lion attacking a herd of gazelles.

Blood stained his armor, dripping from his helmet and his shield
as he made his way through the rows of his enemy. Men he had known
and men he had never seen before, they all yielded to his sword,
allowing him to get closer to the Trojan who had meanwhile been
surrounded by Greek soldiers and was slowly but surely loosing his
fight.

Achilles had almost managed to make his way through the rows of
his enemies when their bodies suddenly turned into a fierce, gurgling
river. Even though the Greek hero found himself on dry land he could
see that the unknown Trojan hadn't been so lucky since the wild
waters threatened to sweep him away.

But Achilles was quicker than the stream, picking up a spear that
lay at his feet and holding it out for the other man. As soon as the
Trojan had grasped it the waters vanished, finally revealing the
identity of the man he had just saved.

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Hector trashed in his sleep, caught in the dream that he couldn't
quite escape, drowning in the flood of water his enemies had turned
into. Seeing a spear being held out to him the Trojan blindly groped
for it, hoping that he wouldn't be swept away by the furious waters.

Just to look up in surprise as the water vanished suddenly,
revealing that the one to save him had been Achilles, the arrogant
Greek whom Hector didn't quite know how to handle. The only thing the
prince was certain of was that his mind was at odds with his body
when it came to the famed hero, since he felt attraction to him on a
purely physical level but couldn't quite help being annoyed by the
other man's arrogance.

An arrogance that was displayed in a
triumphant smile at that precise moment, a
smile that seemed to ask him whether or not
Trojan princes could do anything without the help of somebody
stronger. Angered by the mocking challenge he saw in the other's eyes
Hector attacked Achilles, not even bothering to draw his sword.

Not having expected the sudden attack Achilles fell to the ground,
but instead of hitting the Greek like he had planned on doing Hector
found his lips pressing against Achilles', seemingly of their own
volition.

Surprise and lust were spreading through his body as his kiss was
answered fiercely, a bold tongue sliding over his lips and demanding
entry into the wet cavern of his mouth. Heat and
fiery desire were racing through his veins while they sparred with
their tongues, so different from all their other confrontations and
yet infused with the same passion that had been there from they first
moment they saw each other.

Their tongue's wrestling for dominance could have continued
infinitely, but before a victor was found Achilles broke their kiss,
rolling them around so that he was on top of the other man. Hector
would have protested for sure, but before a sound could leave his
lips they were once again captured in a kiss, making him forget all
protests he would have had.

Sliding his hands through Achilles' golden hair Hector let them
trail lower, exploring the Greek's muscular
broad back. Strangely their armor had
disappeared, almost as if the Gods wanted to help their union along,
baring the strong, bronzed back to the Trojan's caresses.

Sweat was slicking their bodies as their hips collided in lustful
urgency, hardened manhood sliding against hardened manhood in a
well-known age-old rhythm. Everything seemed lost in a haze of
pleasure, their movements speeding up, their hands still greedily
roaming over each other's bodies, their breaths mingling in pants and
moans.

Ecstatic union, pleasure that a woman's
body could never hold, the excitement of
being with someone equal urged them on, all thoughts of their rivalry
forgotten in moments of frantic passion. And then everything was lost
in a blaze of overflowing pleasure, their seed spilling and mixing on
their bellies.

And in that moment laughter and a whisper rang through the air,
the Gods calling to them that they needed to remember how strong they
were together.

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Hector shot upwards in his bed, a groan slipping from his lips.
His bedclothes were stuck to his body, soaked with sweat and his
release. How embarrassing to have a dream
that was fit for young boys only and not for a Prince who was well
into his adulthood.

Getting up from his bed Hector shook his head, trying to clear his
mind of the images that still flitted through his thoughts. And yet
he couldn't quite seem to shake them, the whisper he had heard at the
end of his dream still ringing in his ears.

Moistening his face with a bit of fresh water the Trojan prince
strode over to the window looking out at his hometown that he would
have to defend in the morning. Maybe he wouldn't simply have gone to
sleep had he known that across the city a Greek hero was struggling
with memories of the very same dream, but since he didn't know he
just lay back down, once again slipping into a deep and this time
blessedly dreamless sleep.

TBC...

For your information: In Greek mythology Hypnos is the
personification of sleep.
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