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Changing fate	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 13199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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You probably want to
lynch me for making you wait this long, but I was sick and I'm just
not a productive writer while running a fever and taking various
meds. Anyway I'm better now so here's the next chapter. Thanks to
Anon for reviewing. Some of the dialog was once again taken from the
movie.

Chapter 7 – Blazing fires

From his position
Achilles could see the pyres, blazing in the middle of the town
square. Brave Trojan soldiers dying for their country and now
taking the short trip over the river Styx.
Charon would be busy enough, leading all the lost souls into Hades'
realm. Most of them were Greek, but the Trojans had suffered losses,
too.

His own group of
Myrmidons was mostly intact, a few of them lightly injured, but none
grave enough to keep them from fighting on the next day. Achilles
still felt a relief he hadn't expected, glad that all of his friends
had come out of the fight alive. It had felt good to once again stand
shoulder to shoulder with Eudorus and his old friend had also helped
protect Patroclus. Whether or not his cousin still needed it Achilles
wasn't certain of.

Patroclus had proved
his skill, but just like Paris during his fight with Menelaus he
sometimes acted too rashly, misjudging the opponent's strength and
agility. Thankfully nothing had happened to him, but Achilles was
certain that he wouldn't be able to stand
the pain if something did.

While he had been lost
in thought the fires had already grown smaller, most of the Trojans
having already left. Even King Priam, who had been flanked by his two
sons, was just leaving together with Paris, while Hector stayed
behind and gazed into the flames.

Achilles noted with
some amusement that Paris was limping, his face a mask of pain every
time he used his injured leg. Not a hardened warrior at all.
Most of his Myrmidons would have dismissed the wound the prince was
so fussing about as a tiny cut, one reason why the Greek loved and
respected them.

The younger Trojan
prince would never earn Achilles' respect, but his brother at least
had managed to impress the Greek. It wasn't that Hector had
extraordinary strength or speed, but the fact that he was a good
leader and tactician, while still being a true-blooded warrior. He
had led his men with calm calculation, but always fought amongst
them. Qualities that made a man worthy in Achilles' eyes and turned a
desirable body into someone the renowned hero could truly want.

While he was still
thinking about the other man Achilles had already begun to walk
towards him, blocking Hector's view of the pyres. For a few seconds
it looked as if the Trojan was just staring through him, but then he
lifted his head, his piercing gaze fixing on Achilles.

Seeing the question in
Hector's eyes he wanted to answer it with a compliment on the Trojan
army, but somehow before he could formulate his sentence
he had to think of Paris' clumsy fight and decided to needle the
prince a little. It would be nice to see the other man in anger, if
only to cause his eyes to blaze with passionate, angry fire that
managed to make Achilles' heart beat faster.

“I come to compliment the great victory your brother has won
today. I would have complimented him personally, but alas he seems to
have already left.” The mocking in his voice was clear as was
the anger that immediately sparkled in Hector's eyes, lighting them
with the flames that Achilles' so liked to see.

“Be careful who you insult, Greek, he is my brother and a
prince of Troy.” Hector's hands were already balled to fists,
twitching nervously as if he wanted nothing more than to reach for
his sword and run the other man through. But he had himself under
perfect control, managing to not attack the infuriating hero.

At least until Achilles' next words reached his ears. “He
can't be much of a prince, if he so severely needs his brother to
protect his honor.” That was the last straw. Hector's mood had
been strained already, weighed down by the deaths of good, loyal
Trojans and now he had to listen to the infuriating
Greek's insults, while the pyres of his countrymen hadn't even
stopped burning. Such arrogance.

Achilles may have angered him deliberately to provoke him into a
sparring match, but he had expected to have
to fend of Hector's sword and not to be attacked with bare hands.
Taken by surprise he didn't deflect the blow that split his lip open
and sent him staggering back a few steps.

Hector seemed to hesitate for a moment, obviously surprised that
his fist hadn't been stopped by the other warrior, but before
Achilles could voice another sharp comment the Trojan already
attacked him again, fists aiming vicious blows at his face and arms.

This time he was prepared for them, easily deflecting Hector's
punches without throwing any of his own. Since he had first laid eyes
on the prince he had grown far too fond of the gorgeous
face to deliberately damage it. Hector on the other hand seemed to
hold no such qualms against injuring him, managing to strike his
chest and upper arms on occasion. But Achilles was far too well
versed in the ways of battle to be truly hurt by mere punches, the
slight pain that shot through his chest each time Hector hit him
easily ignored.

Fighting against each other they danced around the deserted
courtyard, their eyes not paying attention to anything but each
other. Had it not gone almost completely dark around them Achilles
would probably have seen the stone in his path, but as it was he
didn't and stumbled over it as he took a
step backwards. Loosing his balance he instinctively grabbed Hector's
wrist, pulling the other man on top of himself as he tumbled onto his
back.

Surprised by suddenly finding himself lying on top of the Greek
hero it took Hector a moment to react, but when he did his punches
were just as vicious as they had been while he was standing up. “Why
do you always have to provoke me? Why? Can you not for once...”
His angry words were forced out through clenched teeth, his blows
still deflected by Achilles while he had unconsciously
moved to straddle the other man. His speech
stopped abruptly when his hands were suddenly captured.

Devoid of a way to further vent his frustration Hector finally
registered the situation he had maneuvered
himself in, staring into Achilles' eyes. There was a quite unreadable
expression spread over the golden warrior's features, an expression
that for some reason sent shivers through his body. His body that was
suddenly, treacherously leaning down
towards the other man.

He wanted it, wanted to know what Achilles would feel like, naked
and pressed against his body, but at the same time Hector was at odds
with the part of his mind that detested the Greek's arrogance, his
endless provocations. Their lips were close, their breaths already
mingling together. Instead of trapping his wrists Achilles' hands had
loosened their grip, sliding up his arms and obviously wanting
him closer.

The sudden gong of the town's bells was like a cold dose of water,
rousing him from the daze he had been in. As if stung by a vicious
bee Hector jumped up and turned away, hurrying towards the council
chamber as he tried to push the feel of Achilles' body from his bind.

Behind him, still lying on the sandy ground a frustrated
Greek warrior streaked his golden hair back with his fingers, sighing
in exasperation.

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At the beginning of the council meeting
Hector had a hard time paying attention as the different
councilors praised the victory they had
won. Those men's words meant nothing on the battle field, so they
meant nothing to him. Especially since his mind was occupied with
thoughts of the Greek hero whom he both despised and desired at the
same time. If only he could figure out which was more important, his
anger or his lust.

“The gods favor our cause. Now is the time to destroy the
Greek army.” The councilor's words
shook Hector out of his daydream, bringing his focus back on the
meeting he was attending. Obviously nobody had noticed his momentary
inattention since the councilors were too
busy murmuring amongst themselves.

Glaucus, the old general, was the next to raise his voice. “Their
morale is battered. Hit them now. Hit them hard. And they will run.”
Hector knew that he should have been paying attention.
What were those fools thinking? Attacking an army that was far larger
than their own just because they had won a single battle? Such folly.

Getting up from his seat Hector spoke. “We may have won a
battle today, but you cannot seriously believe that this war could be
that simple. Today the Greeks didn't know that the Myrmidons would
fight on our side, we won't have that advance tomorrow.
If they decide to attack us, let them. Our walls can't be breached.
We'll beat them back again. Today, the Greeks underestimated us. We
should not return the favor.”

Hector knew that his case was lost as soon as his father got up
and addressed their seer. “You're confident about the meaning
of these omens?” As much as he loved the old king and honored
the gods he would never understand how one could base a battle
strategy upon birds and goats and whatever else caught the seer's
eyes. But in the end he knew that he would always respect his
father's wishes, so he didn't even argue when he was ordered to ready
the army.

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Achilles stepped up to Hector as the burning arrows began flying
towards the Greek ships. The other man seemed tense and not entirely
happy with attacking the far larger army, so the golden-haired
warrior for once kept his mouth closed. He himself was not worried by
the prospect of their much smaller numbers as attacking was far more
to his heart's content than hiding behind high stone walls.

Screams and the glow of burning filled the air as the straw balls
they had brought with them were rolled down
the small hill, bursting into flames and crashing into the ships and
warriors. The orange light reflected of the shining armors around
him, the flickering of light and shadows making the men look even
fiercer than they were.

The last fires were still blazing as the light of dawn illuminated
the beach, revealing the Trojan army to disbelieving Greek eyes.
Achilles and his Myrmidons stayed slightly behind as Hector and his
generals stepped forward, clanging their spears against their
shields, to raise their own men and to intimidate the enemy.

The command to attack came by a single raising of Hector's spear
and the army charged, Achilles and his Myrmidons
amongst them. The Greeks seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then
they too were charging into battle, urged on by their generals'
cries.

Taken over by the rush of battle Achilles stormed through the
enemy lines, cutting down everyone who stepped into his path.
Spartans, Athenians, it didn't matter as they all succumbed to his
sword, swiftly cut down by his powerful
blade.

Sliding his sword out of another of his unfortunate opponents he
attacked the next man he found, their blades clashing with a loud
clang of metal against metal. And as soon as their eyes met Achilles
paused as did the other man.

Until that moment those who had fallen to his sword had been
soldiers unknown to him, men whose faces he had never seen until his
blade struck them down. But now he was faced with Odysseus, a loyal
friend he had known almost all his life, the very man who had tried
to persuade him to come to Troy.

TBC...
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