Paris' P.O.V

Hector, my brother. He deserves to be happy, to be with his family. Now he is going to die in the hands of the brute Achilles. I can't let that happen. I should be the one who had been dead. But I crawled cowardly to my brother's feet hoping he would save me. He was the one who fought my battles. But no more, I would need to fight my own battles and stop depending on my brother. I can't let him die for my fault. I have to do something, but how would I save my brother?

As I watched Hector and Achilles fight, something struck me from inside. I had no control of myself. I watch myself as I walked down from the stairs and to the gates. Every solider had gone up to the walls to see the fight so I would of had to open it myself. But the gates open by themselves as if it was allowing me to go out. There, I saw my brother tripped and fell to the ground and the lion surrounding him. I ran to him and tried to help him up. Hector looked at me in horror and the great lion of Greece stop his taunting.

"Paris, what are you doing here!? Get back inside!" Hector was beyond scared, for he knew that Achilles might kill me too.

"No! I can't! I am not going to let you die because of my deed." I yelled at him.

"I will not have it Paris, get back into the gates." Hector tried to shove me away but I held my ground before him.

"It was MY fault that Troy is in this war! I cost the lives of both Trojan and Greek! It was my cowardice that brought shame to you and Troy! I'm the one who should of died!" That struck my brother's nerve and he grasped my arms in a bruising grip.

"Paris you are saying nonsense," Hector try to continue but I cut him short.

"I am not saying nonsense brother and you know it! All I wanted is for Helen to have a better life and I was going to share her happiness with me. And that decision brought us a war. I am not worthy to live."

"Don't you ever say that Paris. This is not your fault." Hector tried his best to persuade me, but I was not going to let him.

"No Hector. You have a lot to live for. And I only have Helen. If Achilles is going to kill a prince of Troy, let it be me."

"No Paris!" Hector object.

The whole time, my father was shouting my name from the walls begging me to get back into the gates. But Achilles stood between the gates and us, waiting for me to go back into the city. But he grew tired and walked up to us. Hector saw him coming and quickly drag me behind him.

"Hector, move your brother out of the way or I will kill him too." Achilles's voice was dangerously low.

I push my brother aside and step up to Achilles.

"Listen Achilles, I am sorry that you had lost a loved one but killing Hector for revenge is not going to solve anything. He didn't know it was him instead of you. Please Achilles, take my life in stead of Hector's." I pleaded with all my heart in hopes of convincing him.

"And why would I do that?" Achilles looked at me. I could tell by the look of his eyes he was lusting to have me.

"Because I am the one who started this war, I have cost the lives of so many men, and the life of your lost one." I spoke with all my strength and the best I could.

Hector got in front of me and draw his sword to protect me from the great lion of Greece. But my eyes never left the eyes of the great warrior and neither did his to mine. Achilles cocked his head and put his thumb on his chin as he was thinking of something. He looked at the ground, then at the wall, until finally he looked at us.

"Then so let it be, that I, Achilles, accept Prince Paris of Troy's offer." After those words, my brother draw me closer to him, almost as if crushing me into him. "I will now take Prince Paris as a slave, but I will not kill him. Now I will take my leave with my slave." Achilles walked up to my brother and I but Hector blocked him from getting to me.

"No, you are not taking my brother anywhere with you." Hector snarled.

"Your brother offered himself to me and I accepted. Give him to me or I will kill you then take your pretty brother." Achilles warned.

"HECTOR NO!" Our father screamed from the walls. Helen was crying in Andromache's arms. She too, was crying over me. But Hector had no choice but give me up to Achilles. I could hear Helen's cries. My father calling out for me to not to do this. But the deed was already said and had to be done. For Hector's sake. Achilles led me up to his chariot. Then started riding away. Their cries were getting quieter by the distance. Tears roll down my cheeks.

Hector's P.O.V.

I dropped onto my knees as I watched my brother dragged to the chariot and drove off with the man who could end his existence. I was brokenhearted, my baby brother has been ripped away from me, was in pain my body was aching from the cuts that Achilles had gave me, hurt because Achilles took what matter to me the most. But most of all, I felt that I had fail in my duty, I even promised that I would protect my little brother to my mother before she died. It hurt to the core, I failed to keep my mother's promise. My little baby brother was taken.