Hunter of The Red Plains

The Fall of a Hero: Chapter II

After that event, Trojans went back to the Troy, leaving Greeks alone to face their ace's fury alone. At the following day, this fury of the ace got felt at the battlefield clearly and greatly. As the two armies clashed, a warrior on his chariot rushed through them, destroying every single enemy dumb enough to face him on his way. He was so furious that he did not even wanted to wear his helmet on, revealing his green-like hair with orange eyes, being painted by anger. The Hero of Greeks' superiority was so overwhelming that The King of Trojans, King Priam, ordered his soldiers to open the door for their soldiers to retreat to the city. As the soldiers fleed, one of them stood still, without moving an inch. After Achilles was stopped by a prince of Troy for a challange, then dissappearing suddenly, his gaze meets with the man as the only Trojan standing outside the walls of Troy, Hector of The Shining Helmet.

Achilles slowly got out of his chariot, and with his spear in his hand, he began to walk at Hector slowly. "What is it, Prince of Troy?" Achilles called out, with his strong voice echoing from the walls of Troy. "Don't you flee this time?" Then, Achilles suddenly stopped, and whispering under his breath that only Archer could her by his reinforced senses. "That's the armor of Patroclus..." Then, the grip of his got tighter, with his senses getting even sharper and his gaze even deadlier. "THAT IS THE ARMOR OF PATROCLUS!" He yelled, as he rushed at Hector. Hector, due to his terror of facing Achilles, started to run away, but oddly, this chase did not last long. Even before Hector could take but a thirty meters, Achilles cathed upon him and began to swing his spear with an unstopable might and the speed of lightning. Not that much after, the spear got its way to the throat of The Shining Helmet. As Hector fell, he begged Achilles to give his corpse back to the Trojans for the funeral, but got rejected instead. After his death, Achilles dragged him along with his chariot on the dirt. 

Archer knew it would end just like that, but something was wrong. Archer could never believe that a human being, even if it was a hero from the past or someone with divinity, to be able to move like that. Of course, it could be that since Archer was not a proper Heroic Sprit, he might not believe those things that could be done by some hero. Yet-

"It seems you have realised it as well, The Guardian in White." A soft voice of a man came from back, causing Archer to jump off as he made a flip midair, facing that way. As he landed, he saw that it was the man in black cloak from that event. After a few seconds passed filled with silence the man went on. "Oh, how rude of mine. I insulted you by witholding my marvelous presence from thee." Then, he removed his cloak, to reveal his tan skin -which was a bit lighter than Archer's skin- along with his blonde hair that danced with the blows of wind and blue eyes that pierced through anything. He had white clothes with golden designs, as well as an arrowcase and a bow of gold. Archer kept silent, realising who he was.

"I see, so that was why I could not identify you." Archer said, with the man before him smiling proudly. After another seconds of silence passed, the man before Archer got pissed off. 

"What is it with you, damn mortal? Cannot you realize that there is a far superior presence stands before you? At least kneel and salute me by calling out my wonderful name!" But Archer did nothing, as if he did not know who that was. "APOLLO! It is who I am, it is who you are before! How dare you to be so insolent even though you are rewarded by the presence of a God of Olympus!?"

"Then tell me, what brought you here, Olympian?" Archer asked, causing Apollo to sigh for a moment.

"What is wrong with mortals these days, one slashes the beautiful head of the statue of mine, other just stares at me and thinks of him as if he was allowed to ask me something." Then, he took deep breathes and locked his gaze on Archer. "You must have noticed as well, Guardian, the skills of Achilles is beyond than the foretold. This would not be possible unless some divine help was recieved. Since that happened, many gods blame each other for this, and the war between gods might even grow further which would not end well for neither us nor mortals. I, as The God of Prophecy, have told them that it was not a work of a god from Olympus, but no one ever listens to me!" Apollo went on like that for another five minutes, while Archer was lost in thoughts. If he was right, this mission of his might be the hardest one he have ever faced.

"I ask of you again, Olympian;" Archer interrupted. "What did bring you here?" Apollo stood there for a moment, with the gaze of unbelief.

"I surely have not liked that irrespective attitude of yours, mortal." Then he looked at right into the eyes of Archer. "Since I am an Olympian, I cannot take the life of Achilles if I desire not to make others my enemy, which would not be worth for mere mortals, which is why you were summoned. I ask, no, order you to hunt down that man, Achilles of Greece. By doing so, I shall be able to defend Troy from his rage." 

"... Defeating Achilles is something I have to do eventually. I do accept, but I have to mention that the safety of Troy cannot be guaranteed." Archer asked, which caused Apollo to have a darker gaze on his face. 

"What is the meaning of this, Guardian?" Apollo asked with the most serious voice he had used.

"The duty of Counter Force is not to help divine beings to enjoy the show they lead, but to defend humanity. If any of those of Troy were to witness the events, the consequence should be as clear as sunlight to you, God of Sun." Apollo remained silent for a while before Archer went on. "I shall not guarantee the safety of Troy, but I have no intention to destroy it either. Now, pitied god, go back where you belong, and do not interfere The Counter Force."

"How dare you!" The insulted god splited out with rage. "From the very begining, no rights such as refusal were given to you, mortal. Don't you show the şnsolence of thinking yourself higher than a God of Olympus!" He took his bow in his hand, and began to slowly reach for an arrow. Archer just stood there, with a bolt of electricity rushing through his arm. "I see, you carry no worth! Not even as worthy as those nameless bowmen who I cold use tons of!" This discourse of 'nameless bowman' Apollo said put a smile on Archer's face, which even grew the fury of the god further, causing him to quickly shot an arrow which carried the heat of the sun, but Archer quickly dodged it and recovered by projecting his own bow. "Let us see if you really do carry worth or not, mortal!" Apollo called out, as he pulled another arrow and shot it at Archer, with the speed of light that gave no seconds for Archer to corespond.