One Last Time - Apollo and Anastasia

One Last Treaty

"We must send them a treaty of peace at first!" Diomedes exclaimed. We'd reached our camps at early morning, with the men of Odysseus reaching up and setting up barriers and arranging weapons in the weaponry. I walked around, examining the sheds looking out for Trojan men, who could've infiltrated our bases. I'd gained quite the respect and honor after managing to single-handedly survive Poseidon's wrath. I never mentioned I was his daughter.

Odysseus threw his hands up as if it were obvious. "What makes you think that they'll agree?! Might as well trying to get stuck in a cyclone!"

"Done that once." I whispered under my breath, as some of Odysseus's comrades chuckled.

"All I'm trying to say is even after Paris of Troy agrees, King Priam and Hector wouldn't! And above that, neither would Agamemnon and Menelaus do so! I was there when Helen chose Menelaus. I myself got Penelope as my wife that very day. His pride has been wounded. He wouldn't dare to send a treaty."  Odysseus spoke, looking at everyone as if they wouldn't dare to speak against him. It made perfect sense, Trojans might agree, but Agamemnon and Menelaus would never.

I finally stood up. Murmuring quieted down. "Arm yourselves! We'll attack the Trojans this very moment! Put on your shields as I and Diomedes make offerings to Athena for her blessings towards our victory! Now!" Everyone stood up, and walked out and I heard clanging of metal on others, a clear sign of them getting ready for the first battle. I looked at Diomedes, who'd lit up the brazier with fire and held the cattle in hands. 

I swung my sword, twirled its hilt around my fingers, and slashed the cattle's neck. Blood oozed out, as its head burnt in the fire. I murmured, praying to the goddess of strategy in our side of war. A thought of talking to Apollo popped up in my mind, but I shook it of, and walked to the stable outside the tent as Diomedes burnt the rest. He walked up to me and handed me a quiver full of arrows. "I heard you're quiet an archer. Odysseus told so. Sneaky ways to get through war is the best." 

"I'm flattered." I accepted the quiver and slung it over my shoulder. I walked up to a brown horse, covered in armor waiting for me. I grasped the saddle and jumped up. Diomedes helped me mount on his back, as I bowed my head as a form of gratitude. That's when I finally noticed how he actually looked like. He didn't have a beard, unlike any other kings, which I considered his symbol of youth. He looked daring, with sharp features. While being the youngest, he'd also fought the most. His tanned skin was covered in olive oil, as was mine, but his arms looked built and carved, more masculine, while my body was leaner, and I was much sneaky than confronting.

He jumped on his own horse without any issue. "I'm sorry if I come up infront of you during fights. I'm not used to a woman fighting in war's. Again, if it was weird for me to ask you so."

I shrugged as my horse neighed and walked away. "It's better if you ask rather than stare." He chuckled in his own deep voice, which was explainable since I'd heard that he had the best war-cry out in the Greeks. We came at the walls of Troy together, as I met King Agamemnon and Menelaus. My first impression wasn't the best, as I grew an immediate hatred for the king. He looked like the guy who you must be armed with at all times, or you might loose your dignity at that very moment. 

I felt someone walk their horse next to me. "I hate that king too. I wished that I stayed back at with Chiron than here." I looked over and saw a well-built young boy, which I guessed would be two-three years younger than me. He had golden hair, tied up in a bun like mine, and his helmet rested on his lap. He had a similar body like mine, leaner, meaning he was either really well-trained, or he was an sword user. 

I took of my helmet and spoke. "How'd you know?"

He shrugged, putting on his helmet. "I just do. There are only three of us that actually are young. All of us hate him."