Trojan Horse- Part Two

Here is part two to my story. Man this thing is turning out longer than I thought. haha.

"Demacus! Demacus! Come quickly!"
Demacus jerked awake at the sound of his name. He hurriedly leaped up from the floor he had been sleeping on and raced outside. Had the Greeks taken the city. Panic gripped him as he dashed down the streets of Troy.
"Over here, Demacus!"
Demacus hurriedly passed through the people thronged all around the city. What in the world was going on? "Paris!" he cried as he approached his friend. "Was that you calling?"
Paris nodded excitedly. "You’ll never guess what has happened! The Greeks are gone! They sailed away last night!"
Demacus stood dumb with shock. "You’ve got to be kidding," he whispered. It was too good to be true. After all these years the war had ended just like that?
"That’s not all though," yelled Paris over the din. "The Greeks left something behind them. Come out and see!"
Demacus hesitantly followed Paris through the crowd and out of the city gates. Was this a trick? He suddenly stopped still and gasped in shock. There standing before the city stood a huge wooden horse.
"It’s a trick!" yelled someone. "Why else would the Greeks leave a huge horse like that?"
"No, it’s not," remarked a second. "It’s probably just a sign that we defeated them."
Demacus turned uncertainly to Paris. "What do you thi-?"
"Hey! Look what we have here!"
Demacus whipped around and saw two Trojan soldiers dragging a frightened looking stranger through the throng of Trojans. The soldiers quickly deposited their burden by the wooden horse, but continued to keep a close eye on him.
"Please don’t hurt me!" pleaded the man. "I’ll tell you everything about me. I’m a Greek!"
Everyone in the crowd gasped. "But I thought all the Greeks were gone!" yelled Paris, his face fraught with anxiety.
"I was the only one left here," replied the man, beads of sweat appearing on his brow. "I was left here to tell you that the Greeks have given up so they left this horse as a peace offering." The man looked uncertainly up at the huge horse. "You might not be able to get it in the city though," he mused. "We didn’t realize it would be so big."
Demacus tensed. He was beginning to feel very uneasy.
"Take him away!" yelled one of the important commanders in the city, and the frightened Greek was dragged away.
"Did you hear what that man said?" announced one of the townsmen. "He’s got a point. Do you think we can get it in the city?"
"By the gods of course we can!" shouted another. "All we need is a few men to drag it in"
"Yes!" shouted the excited crowd. Immediately people began racing to get some ropes to pull the horse with. "Volunteers! Volunteers!" shouted one man. "We need people to help us pull the horse in."
Demacus stood with Paris uncertainly at the edge of the crowd. There seemed to be something about this whole affair that didn’t seem right.
"Demacus!" yelled one of the commanders. "Get over here and help us pull the horse in!"
"Sir, doesn’t this whole horse thing sound kind of odd to you?" asked Demacus. "I mean after all, why can’t we just leave the horse outside?"
"And what would be the point of that?" asked the commander impatiently. "Really, Demacus, you can be quite slow sometimes."
"But, sir," Demacus pleaded. "It might be a trick of some sort. After all these years why would the Greeks just calmly sail away?"
"Because we won that’s why!"cried the commander. "A trick indeed." He swore angrily under his breath. "By the gods I thought you had more common sense than that, Demacus! Now come help us pull the horse in. Right now!" he bellowed as Demacus made no move toward the horse.
"Yes, sir," replied Demacus meekly. "First can I go tell my family the good news though?"
The commander sighed. "All right. This is a day to celebrate after all. But hurry back now!"
"All right. I will, sir," answered Demacus as he hurriedly retreated back into the city gates. He sighed to himself as he hurried home. This whole affair was perfectly ludicrous. The city was perfectly safe now, but it might not be so safe after a strange horse was inside. Through all this the city’s fortress had protected them. Were they going to mess it all up now by toying with something dangerous? He hated to lie to the commander, but he couldn’t just stand by while the people of Troy did something stupid and let his family suffer for it. Sure it might seem stupid to some for him to sneak his whole family out of Troy when he had no evidence that the horse even was a trick in the first place. After all he could be killed for deserting the army since he hadn’t officially been pardoned from service yet. Still he had to do something.
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I'll post the last part tomorrow.