Chapter 42: Beware, the rage of the Unseen One. 1193 BCE

A/N: Cliffhangers huh... there was one comment in the past chapters that told me to write more cliffhangers... blame him/her I guess...

and last chapter for the day.

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[3rd POV]

The sight of a singular army of Greece is a sight to behold. A thousand ships have landed at the coast near Troy, and 100.000 men stood in front of the walls of Troy.

Hector was standing on the top of the Trojan palace, looking at the army in front of the city.

"We are doomed." said one of his retainers. His face was pale, and he looked like he could piss himself at any second.

"Don't worry." said Hector as he equipped his helmet. "100.000 men is nothing if faced with impenetrable walls."

"We should at least negotiate," said one other retainer.

Hector shook his head. "It is no use, I already sent a messenger, the only thing that returned was his head."

"These brutes…"

"These brutes are standing in front of your city 100.000 men strong, do you still dare to mock them?" questioned Hector.

"Prince Hector… we should give them Paris, and pray to the gods that they will leave…" murmured one of Hector's advisors.

"Unless he's willing himself, I will not give away my blood, advisor." answered Hector. "But I will ask him again, bring him to me, and Lady Helen as well."

The advisor frowned. "My prince-"

"Just do it, advisor. If we want to survive, we need to throw away our pride as much as possible."

The Advisor just nodded, and he left to bring Paris to Hector.

"But my prince, you said it yourself, we need to throw away our pride, we must bring Paris to answer for his crime, one way or another." said a retainer, sweating like crazy.

Hector clenched his fist. "Are you doubting me?" questioned Hector coldly.

"N-No my prince, it's just that-"

"Enough," said Hector. "Just– Enough."

After a couple of minutes, Paris was brought to Hector, his face was pale, but he kept himself strong. "Brother." he greeted.

Hector didn't look at Paris, and instead asked him. "Last chance brother, the lives of your people, or your life."

Paris gulped loudly, and said. "Does it matter? They are already in front of our gates, they will fight one way or another. We are on the defensive, we can win."

Suddenly, a laugh came from their backs. They turned around, and it was Helen of Sparta, the spark of it all. "Are you afraid of the army in front of your gates, Trojans?"

"Shut up woman, we are not afraid." said one of the retainers, disgust could be seen in his eyes.

Helen nodded. "Good. because that won't be your biggest threat."

Hector turned sharply to Helen. "How could you possibly know who our biggest threat is, my lady?"

Helen just smiled, she didn't answer.

"Please, my lady, the lives of innocents are at stake here." pleaded Hector.

As he pleaded, Helen's gaze turned cold. "And who's fault is that?"

The place turned silent. "You dishonoured me, dishonoured the name of Sparta, dishonoured the name of my civilization, and most importantly, you dishonoured my father's name."

Hector frowned. "Your father's name?"

Helen smiled again, but there was a trace of coldness in it.

Suddenly, Hector had a bad feeling.

"My prince, we should just kill this woman, she is of no use to us in terms of defending our city, if we kill her, those Greeks will waste their time here." someone whispered.

"No!" Hector said. "Don't kill her, place her somewhere safe."

The guards nodded, and they escorted the woman back to a safe place. But when she was about to leave, she suddenly stopped, making the others curious.

She turned around to Hector, and sang. "Beware, the rage of the Unseen One."

She turned away from Hector, and left the place, leaving the others confused.

"The… Unseen one?" Paris murmured.

As soon as he said that, there was movement in the Greek army. Hector got alerted, and he turned to the army again.

There, he saw a single man that wore a hood, walking through the sea of men in front of the gate. Everyone let him pass, but Hector saw that the men were afraid of the man.

"Who's that?" questioned a retainer.

"A champion? They want a duel?"

The man kept walking, and he stood in front of the walls alone. Suddenly, a spear formed in his left hand, a black bident that gave off an evil feeling. The man then suddenly took up position, as if he wanted to throw a javelin.

The guards of the walls were obviously alerted when they saw this, so they attacked first. They threw javelins, they threw rocks by slingers, but none damaged the man. The man kept standing as if nothing had happened. Rocks and javelins scattered around the man, and the man was still in a throwing position.

"Who in the gods' name is that!" shouted one of the guards, but no one answered him.

The man's hands suddenly were covered in golden circles and lines, as if a rune was drawn in an instant. Then, he threw the bident. It was so powerful that it made a loud boom. The ears of the Greeks and Trojans alike were bleeding, and the ground shook.

They turned around to see what it had hit, but the guards didn't see any damage at all. But suddenly, a barrage of shouts came from the palace. They saw Prince Hector, nailed to the wall of the palace, lifeless.

Prince Paris was beside Hector, and he was pale as he could be. He pissed himself when he saw his brother die just like that.

Prince Hector, is dead.

The man who threw the bident then whispered to himself. "Ah… I missed."

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Next up:[Chapter 43: Battle of the Gods, 1193 CE]