Spirits Forged in Fire
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Category:
S through Z › Troy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
19,586
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Troy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
missing all those years
Sorry it took so long for me to post anything, I am finally settled back into school. I know its brief, but the next part will be up very shortly. Keep up the reviews, you guys are my inspiration to get this done quickly!
meg
"I never thought that Briseis would become a priestess." Priam said softly to Achilles as they left the hall. As the two men walked down the dusty stairs still stained with blood from the war months before, the air weighed heavily upon Achilles, as if the spirits of the men he had killed were there, watching, hovering above him, ready to judge. Priam continued. "She grew into such a special woman, I knew there was no Trojan that would be fitting for her. When she expressed her desire to become a priestess, I allowed it only because I felt that of all the men in her life, only a God could come close to what she deserved." Priam stopped, a wrinkled yet still strong hand gripping Achilles' arm.
"These last few weeks have been hard on all of us, but especially on Briseis. I will not pretend that her sorrow was only for Troy; she cares deeply for you. I hope that your presence here is because you feel the same, otherwise I find no reason to welcome you into my courts as a friend." Priam's voice belied a strength untouched by the years, and Achilles saw a glimpse of the great warrior who had protected Troy from past invaders. Achilles returned the King's stare for a moment, before looking down at the ground. He then bent over and rested on one knee before Priam, while the older man looked on silently, expectantly. With a war-roughened hand, Achilles scooped up a small handful of the earth before returning to his upright position. He traced the fingers of his other hand over top of the sandy soil as if he were searching for something hidden within the individual particles.
"I never knew what it was, what it felt like to work the land. I began my weaponry training at a young age, and knew that I was to serve out my days with a sword in hand, traveling to where the fighting was.I was ever moving, ever searching for the next great adventure...I never took pride in my country, my people, my land." Achilles let the sand run through his fingers, dropping back down to the ground at his feet, some of it blowing away in a cloud of dust. "Because I never loved this land, nor any land, I can not understand what you must have felt when this city fell, when you saw your people suffer. I can only imagine that your world came crashing down, with no priests, no gods to soften the blow." Priam nodded softly, but allowed the younger man to continue. "Thats how I felt when I thought I had lost Briseis. I came back here because I am a broken man; I have no country, no allies to whom I can turn, and my sword and combat skills are no salve to the pain. When I saw her today, it all went away, and there was nothing left, no pain, just she and I." Achilles said honestly, but still staring at his feet, seemingly agitated. "But as I heard you speak your words, I knew you were right. If none of your trojan princes, not even the gods, were good enough for her, than how do I, a killer of men, deserve even her pity?"
"It is a wise man to question his worth in regards to a woman. I wish we had met under better circumstance, Achilles. But I welcome you to all that is left of Troy; now she has waited for you for a few long months, I would not wish to see her wait any longer." Praim said, his face still ragged and weary, yet the ghost of a smile playing on the corners of his mouth. Achilles nodded in respect, and turned back towards the main hall to find the woman he once thought he had lost forever.
meg
"I never thought that Briseis would become a priestess." Priam said softly to Achilles as they left the hall. As the two men walked down the dusty stairs still stained with blood from the war months before, the air weighed heavily upon Achilles, as if the spirits of the men he had killed were there, watching, hovering above him, ready to judge. Priam continued. "She grew into such a special woman, I knew there was no Trojan that would be fitting for her. When she expressed her desire to become a priestess, I allowed it only because I felt that of all the men in her life, only a God could come close to what she deserved." Priam stopped, a wrinkled yet still strong hand gripping Achilles' arm.
"These last few weeks have been hard on all of us, but especially on Briseis. I will not pretend that her sorrow was only for Troy; she cares deeply for you. I hope that your presence here is because you feel the same, otherwise I find no reason to welcome you into my courts as a friend." Priam's voice belied a strength untouched by the years, and Achilles saw a glimpse of the great warrior who had protected Troy from past invaders. Achilles returned the King's stare for a moment, before looking down at the ground. He then bent over and rested on one knee before Priam, while the older man looked on silently, expectantly. With a war-roughened hand, Achilles scooped up a small handful of the earth before returning to his upright position. He traced the fingers of his other hand over top of the sandy soil as if he were searching for something hidden within the individual particles.
"I never knew what it was, what it felt like to work the land. I began my weaponry training at a young age, and knew that I was to serve out my days with a sword in hand, traveling to where the fighting was.I was ever moving, ever searching for the next great adventure...I never took pride in my country, my people, my land." Achilles let the sand run through his fingers, dropping back down to the ground at his feet, some of it blowing away in a cloud of dust. "Because I never loved this land, nor any land, I can not understand what you must have felt when this city fell, when you saw your people suffer. I can only imagine that your world came crashing down, with no priests, no gods to soften the blow." Priam nodded softly, but allowed the younger man to continue. "Thats how I felt when I thought I had lost Briseis. I came back here because I am a broken man; I have no country, no allies to whom I can turn, and my sword and combat skills are no salve to the pain. When I saw her today, it all went away, and there was nothing left, no pain, just she and I." Achilles said honestly, but still staring at his feet, seemingly agitated. "But as I heard you speak your words, I knew you were right. If none of your trojan princes, not even the gods, were good enough for her, than how do I, a killer of men, deserve even her pity?"
"It is a wise man to question his worth in regards to a woman. I wish we had met under better circumstance, Achilles. But I welcome you to all that is left of Troy; now she has waited for you for a few long months, I would not wish to see her wait any longer." Praim said, his face still ragged and weary, yet the ghost of a smile playing on the corners of his mouth. Achilles nodded in respect, and turned back towards the main hall to find the woman he once thought he had lost forever.