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Changing fate	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 13199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Troy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Some of the dialog
has been taken from the movie. A thank you goes to Chrysler
for reviewing the last chapter.

Chapter 6 – The war begins

The day had not even
dawned when Achilles strode towards the meeting chamber, his mood
foul enough to cause even his Myrmidons to keep out of his way. No
matter how much he tried to focus on the
oncoming battle he couldn't quite forget the dream he had had the
night before, the words the Gods had spoken to him haunting his mind.

Opening the door to the
council room Achilles instantly found his eyes drawn towards the
figure of Hector, the prince proud and beautiful in his battle armor.
A strange contrast to the younger prince of Troy, who stood to the
other side of king Priam, looking uncomfortable and ridiculous in his
armor.

Priam waved
him towards a seat that had been provided for him and the Greek
warrior took his place, curious what the Trojan's battle plan would
be. Hopefully they wouldn't hide behind their walls because he had no
mind of doing so. It was smarter to defend the city from the inside,
but for Achilles' taste the glory won by such a fight was far too
small.

As soon as he had taken
his place Glaucus, an older Trojan general who looked like most of
his time had been spend on fine dining rather than training, spoke
up. “If they want a war, we will give them a war. The Trojan
army does not need to hide behind walls to defeat the Greeks.”

His speech was
immediately interrupted by another
councilor, who made his concerns known.
“But the Greeks outnumber us two to one. It is folly to fight
against them in front of the city. I say we stay behind our walls and
fight them back with archers.”

Murmuring broke out
amongst the councilors, some of them agreeing to the doubts that had
been voiced while others whole-heartedly supported the idea of
fighting before the walls. Achilles himself kept out of the
discussion, focusing his attention on
Hector instead.

The prince looked calm
and serious, his expression not betraying his opinion on the matter
at hand. At least it wouldn't to the casual observer. But Achilles
had payed close attention, seeing the small sneer of displeasure that
had flitted over the prince's features when the councilor
had suggested to hide. So he wasn't a coward. Good. Whether
or not he was as great a warrior as he was rumored to be still
remained to be seen, but knowing that he had courage was better than
nothing at all.

Before Achilles had
time for more musings on the Trojan prince, Priam's stern voice
interrupted his thoughts. “Glaucus. You have fought with me for
forty years. Can we win this war?”

“Our walls have never been
breached. We have the finest archers in the world. We have Hector.
And we have Achilles on our side. The Greeks will never expect his
Myrmidons to fight for us, giving us an extra advantage. Yes, we can
win this war.”

Achilles couldn't keep
the slight smile from his face as he watched the two Trojan princes.
Hector looked calm, obviously having expected that they would have to
fight before the gates and accepting the risk that came with it.
Paris on the other hand looked scared and nervous as if he wanted to
run away. Worthless coward.

As if to try and prove
Achilles wrong Paris suddenly stood up from his seat. “There
won't be a war. This is not a conflict of nations. This is a dispute
between two men. I don't want to seen Trojans die because of me.
Tomorrow morning, I will challenge Menelaus for the right to Helen.
The winner will take her home. The looser will burn before
nightfall.” Having said his part he strode out of the room,
leaving a shocked silence in his wake.

Maybe he wasn't as much
of a coward as Achilles had thought, but he was still a naive fool.
As if Helen mattered at all. She was nothing more than a welcome
excuse for Agamemnon, who wanted to expand his power. Not bothering
to rise from his stool the warrior spoke. “Do you really think
that 50.000 men crossed to sea to chase after one woman? Only a fool
would believe so.”

More outraged whispers
from the council, but before they could get into a real discussion
Hector backed Achilles up. “Achilles is right. They came here
for nothing but Agamemnon's greed. No matter who wins the fight
tomorrow, they will find an excuse to
attack. We have to be prepared for them.”

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Achilles stood in the
small olive grove, surrounded by his trusted Myrmidons. They watched
as the Trojan army gathered in front of the walls, preparing
themselves for battle. The view was partly obstructed by the olive
trees, but Achilles was still able to watch the going ons, allowing
him to decide the perfect moment for an attack.

The council had come to
the decision that the Myrmidons were their surprise for the Greek
army, that they would have the best effect if they attacked
unexpectedly. When Hector had pointed out the olive grove on the
right side of the city Achilles had agreed to the plan.

Attacking the Greek
army from the side would allow them more freedom to fight,
unrestricted by the firm lines the rest of the Trojan army was
organized in. The only thing they had to keep in mind was to stay out
of the range of the archers, but Achilles had made sure that the
place where they hid in the olive grove was far enough from the walls
of Troy.

The army had finished
gathering before the walls and even though he was too far away to
make out faces Achilles was certain that the two men, who rode to the
front of the soldiers were the two Trojan princes.

Thundering sound slowly
began to fill the quiet mid-morning air, drowning out the chirping of
birds as the noise of marching feet got louder and louder. Dust rose
in the distance as the Greek army arrived at the plain, a black sea
surging towards the walls of Troy.

Achilles heared his
cousin gasp next to him, awed by the amount
of soldiers that passed them by as they neared the city. The tension
in his Myrmidons was mounting as they excitedly
whispered amongst themselves, waiting for the battle to begin. Their
craving for blood and the clashing of swords was palpable
in the air, infecting even Achilles with their excitement.
But for the moment they had to wait how Paris would do in his fight
against Menelaus.

The kings' wagons had
already detached themselves from the army, approaching the two Trojan
princes, who were riding forward to meet them. Achilles would have
liked to know what was being discussed after they got off their
horses and talked, but all he could do was watch their exchange,
guessing who was talking to whom exactly.

Then the wagons drew
back, leaving Menelaus to fight for his honor and wife. Achilles
watched with interest as the two Trojan brothers conversed, Hector
stepping back a bit as Paris walked towards his doom. It was brave of
the Trojan prince to face the Spartan king, but that was all there
was to it. Even from the distance Achilles could see the insecurity
in his steps, the unfamiliarity with real
battle.

He doubted that the
prince would last more than a few minutes and Menelaus first couple
of strikes seemed to prove him right. The only thing that the
pathetic weakling did was hide behind his shield and let himself be
forced into a defensive position. “He needs to get out of being
defensive.”

So even Patroclus had
noted that Paris was doing almost everything wrong and he wasn't the
most skilled of warriors either. But as much as he had always doubted
his cousin's abilities just to protect him Achilles was certain that
the younger one wouldn't have a problem to defend the Prince of Troy.

Now he had lost his
shield, the only thing that had kept him alive until that moment.
Achilles couldn't help but find that even a woman, who was in no way
made to fight in a war, would be a better soldier than the young
Trojan. His sword trusts were plan-less and
badly aimed, a certain way to tire him and get him killed.

He had barely thought
so when the Trojan fell to the ground, obviously injured. Menelaus
was taking his time to finally kill him, allowing Paris to try to get
up once again. Out of the corner of his eyes Achilles saw Patroclus
look away as the Spartan readied himself for the killing blow, but it
never came.

Paris had scrambled
away, clutching his brother's feet and hoping for protection. His
Myrmidons were murmuring around him, unified in their opinion that
the prince was a honor-less coward.
Achilles agreed, his attention now resting on the older one of the
Trojan princes.

He didn't think that
Hector would allow Menelaus to kill his brother right at his feet,
but the only other option would be to kill the Spartan king. And that
would mean that the Greeks would attack, Agamemnon having already
ordered his army to prepare for battle, obviously pleased with the
way the fight was commercing.

As soon as Menelaus had
dropped to the ground, run through by Hector's sword Achilles called
his Myrmidons to order, readying himself for battle. Patroclus was
also moving towards the rest of the fierce soldiers, but before he
could get out of reach Achilles put his hand down on his cousin's
shoulder, holding him back.

“Patroclus, I want you to stay
at the back of the Myrmidons.” He could see the protest coming
before the younger one had even attempted to open his mouth, so
Achilles swiftly continued. “This is the safest place for you.
I can't fight if I have to worry about you.”

Patroclus was obviously
unhappy with this decision, but he still
nodded his head, getting behind the other warriors as they got ready
to charge. The Greek army had already begun to storm
towards the walls of Troy when Achilles raised his sword, a fierce
battle cry resounding from his Myrmidons as they followed him through
the olive grove.

The trees hid them from
view until they clashed into the Greek army, their attack surprising
the soldiers they fought. Blood splattered on the ground and their
armors, soaking the earth as the Myrmidons
cut down enemy after enemy.

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Hector saw the
Myrmidons attack the Greek army from the side, but his attention was
quickly directed elsewhere when he noticed that Ajax was ripping
gaping holes into the line of his defenses, the Greek's hammer a
deadly weapon that was relentlessly striking down his men. Gripping
his reins a little tighter Hector pushed his horse forward, trying to
find a way through his men to get to the Greek giant before he caused
even more damage.

But before he had
gotten close enough to even think about attacking Ajax a shout echoed
through the Greek rows, calling them to pull back from the walls and
retreat. Hector expected the huge hero to simply ignore the call and
fight on, but he was wrong since Ajax got onto the closest carriage
he could find and joined the retreating army.

Quickly getting over
his momentary surprise he joined his men as they gave chase to the
fleeing army, halting them only when they were almost in range of the
enemy archers. A small victory. Riding towards the city gates Hector
silently thanked the gods, knowing that the war was by no means won.
This battle was only a small step on a long way to defend the Greek
army, but as the men around him hailed and praised their victory he
knew that he would continue on till he reached the end of the way.

TBC...
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