A/N: Okay, I know there have been a lot of these written, but I couldn't help to try one of my own! But do you blame me?

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie Troy, or any of the characters in the movie.

Sins of a Priestess: Fears

As a priestess of Apollo, I vowed to remain pure. I vowed to despise those who provoked violence and to honor the gods and my family with my every breath. I also vowed never to love. This, perhaps, is my greatest sin of all.

I was there the day Hector and Paris returned from their journey to Sparta. Their main purpose for journeying across the treacherous Aegean was to bring peace between our two great nations. But, young and naïve Paris brought with him the doom of our beloved Troy. I do not blame Paris nor dear Helen, for you cannot chose who you fall in love with. I should know this most of all. Falling in love with the enemy seems to be habit for our family.

I was also naïve however, for I did not know what destruction awaited Troy. I believed strongly in the notion that, behind our high walls, such brutes as the Greeks could not harm us. How terribly wrong I was.

When they attacked, or rather looted the temple of Apollo, I hid in fear. I did not try to stop them from belittling the god I had vowed to honor and protect. This was my first sin. I cowered from the advancing Greeks, until one found me. He called out to his fellow savages. "Looky here men! I found us a nice bitch to have a little fun with!"

"No, we should give her to Achilles! He'll no what to give her!" One replied. I said nothing. The name Achilles was unfamiliar to me, but it sent a foreign chill down my spine. 'What will he do to me?' I asked myself. What a stupid question! I knew. I knew from the moment those barbarians entered the temple what they would do if they found me! Why else would I hide like a child from their rampant mother?

When one grabbed me roughly by the arm, I tried to pull away, but his grip was too firm. I hit him in the face; he hit me back. There is no decency between enemies. I struggled against their hold as they began to bind my hands and feet. It only earned me more pain. When one of them hit me hard against my head I did not struggle any more.

I vaguely remember one placing me on his horse, and taking me to a black makeshift hut. They took me inside and tied me to the center support beam. I did not move. I did not struggle. I only prayed. Silently I prayed to every god and goddess I had ever been taught the names of. It's funny how we remember all the gods in our times of need, but can never quite recall them when asked in a mere conversation.

In the middle of one of these prayers, I heard a loud cheering coming from outside my prison. The voices of many men were chanting. It only took me a moment to realize they were cheering on their famed champion.

"Achilles! Achilles! Achilles!" They all shouted with pride. I sneered in disgust. How could they be proud of a man who defaced a god's temple? It was no great victory, I could assure them. No priest or priestess had stood as a threat to their 'great' Achilles. Yet, they continued their chanting.

It was then that I realized where I was. Of course, they had brought me to the tent of their great warrior champion! I was his prize, and he would do with me as he wished. Pictures of what he must look like flooded my mind. Thoughts of what he could, and most likely would, do to me wracked my entire body. Tears began to fall down my cheeks.

All hope of being returned to my home was lost. I would never again see my dear Uncle Priam, nor would I ever hug my young cousin Paris. I would never get to hold little Astynax, and tell the reverent Andromache how beautiful he was. I longed to be held in Hector's strong protecting arms once again, but no such comfort was offered to me. I only had myself, and that was not very much at all.

I ceased my tears. I would be strong. I would not let one man frighten me. Somehow, I would survive. These thoughts were somewhat encouraging. Then, I heard footsteps and a man speaking outside the tent. All my previous fears returned. Damn them all! I did not move though, because moving caused the ropes around my wrists and ankles to chafe. I only watched silently as my fate stepped through the straps of leather and into the tent.

A/N: Well hope you like it! Please review, any kind is welcome! This is only my second fanfic, so any criticism is appreciated!

Thanks,

LR