Unforeseen

Briseis huddled in the corner of King Agamemnon's tent with her knees drawn to her chest tightly. She was so scared to move in fear she would remind him of her presence. That was the last thing she wanted since he seemed to forget she was even there shortly after Achilles had left. A few of his advisors had come in and they discussed the forthcoming battle and what needed to be done. All the while she prayed to Apollo that Achilles would come for her.



She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against her knees letting a few tears spill forth. Apollo forgive her she missed him already and it had only been a few hours since she was taken from him. She was tormented by her thoughts. How could she be so infatuated with a man such as Achilles? He was a cold-blooded murderer. He killed the priests in the temple without remorse and many of her countrymen in the very same manner. But on the other hand since being in his presence he hadn't laid an unwanted hand upon her. He was gentle but protruding all the same.



She was shaken from her thoughts when she felt someone kneeling next to her. She gasped when she saw it was Agamemnon and tried to scurry away but was quickly grabbed around the throat.



"Where do you think you're going precious?" he sneered licking the side of her face. She cried out and struggled against him. He grew irritated and pushed her away in disgust. "You think you're better than a king! But good enough for Achilles! Let me tell you something girl. The only reason Achilles wanted to keep you was for pleasure. Then he would've thrown you to his men and been done with you. You are nothing special to him just another slave girl to rid him of frustration!"



She flinched at the intensity of his words and covered her ears. She didn't want to hear anymore accusations she just wanted to be home and safe. Not for one moment did she believe his words. If that were the case he would have taken her long before then. Or maybe he just hadn't had the opportunity too. As soon as she was presented to him he was called away. She shook her head and buried her face against her drawn up knees.



"You're just as useless as the rest of the slaves, " he muttered as he exited the tent in disgust.

She exhaled in relief hoping he would not return for a few hours or not at all. She leaned against the tent pole next to her and tried to relax. It was difficult to do considering if she relaxed too much she wouldn't be ready to defend herself. One woman amongst many men, her odds were not so good. The hours passed and Agamemnon had not returned nor had anyone else intruded. She lay on the furs before her and closed her eyes in exhaustion and fell into an uncomfortable sleep.



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Achilles stood solidly as he watched the first rays of the sun come over the horizon. At the moment his thoughts lingered on Briseis, his priestess. His jaw clenched as he thought of the possible things Agamemnon had done to her. It was obvious she was an innocent and had never been touched by a man before. She unnerved him and got under his skin and that made him uncomfortable. He shifted on his feet and turned his gaze to the many tents of the Greek camp. He wanted to fight with his fellow men but would not allow himself too until she was returned to him, safely.



After the battle he would search her out and take her back. If he had to search through every single tent throughout the camp he would not stop until she was found. He glanced over his shoulder at the rising sun then made his way to where his men were camped.



Eudorus was the first to see him and approached him. "My lord, it is a fine morning, the Gods will praise us." When Achilles did not respond he decide cha change the subject. "Will we fight today my lord?"



Achilles shook his head, "No."



Eudorus nodded. He knew Achilles was angry with King Agamemnon and he also new very well that the two men did not get along at all. They hated each other as if they were two rattlesnakes fighting over a territory. "Patroclus is very angry with y" He" He mentioned, remembering Patroclus coming out of Achilles' tent the day before angry.



Achilles smiled, "He is still young and inexperienced. He will learn over time how to become great amongst the world."



"He has your spirit my lord. He is a skilled warrior, he was taught by your hand after all, " Eudorus acknowledged with a smile.



Achilles looked around the camp at all his men, "His time will come…but now is not the time. Inform me when the battle begins. I want to watch Agamemnon's arrogance at work." With that he made his way to ten tent.



"Yes my lord, " Eudorus bowed and watched Achilles leave.



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Briseis came to slowly as the sun came through a hole in the tent and shined in her eyes. Carefully she sat up and looked around to find no other occupants in the tent. She sighed with relief that Agamemnon had decided to not torment her any longer. She cautiously stood and walked to the opening of the tent. She peered out and was immediately shoved back inside.



"You will stay until the King says otherwise, " Agamemnon's first officer ordered as he stood just inside the tent.



She went back to her spot in the corner and avoided the gaze of the soldier. In reality she wasn't trying to run she just wanted something to eat. She hadn't eaten since her capture and she was starting to get nauseous.



"May I have some food?" she asked as strait as possible.



"No, " he said then stepped out of the tent.



She bit the inside her lip to keep the tears from falling. They were burning her eyes begging to fall but she didn't want them to fall. She rested her head in her hands and prayed to the Gods to make her pain go away. She didn't know what she had done to deserve such punishment. She still loved her God Apollo, but was being a priestess meant to be?



She was shook from her thoughts by a loud commotion outside. She crawled to a rip in the tent and peered out. The men were assembling themselves for battle. She looked through the large crowds trying to find Achilles or his Myrmidons but could not see or find them. Little did she know he was not fighting this battle.



A wave of dizziness swept over her and she leaned forward on her hands until it was gone. She sat up and pushed her hair away from her face and her hands got wet. She pulled her hands away and saw spots of blood. She knew she must have looked horrid from all that was done to hThouThoughts of her cousins entered her mind. If Hector or Paris knew where she was and what was happening to her they would be beyond angry. She missed her family and her home immensely.



"Go and finish assembling the men!" A voice from outside the entrance of the tent ordered.



She backed away as far from the tent opening as she could as Agamemnon stepped through. The worst scenario ran threw her mind as he approached her slowly.



"No…" she muttered as he came to a stop near her.



He stared down at her for a long moment. "Today we will take your precious city of Troy slave. Mark my words, that is when you will submit to me and call me your King,he ehe explained quietly. "Then…I will have you…not Achilles." He turned and started for the opening.



"You will not succeed, " she found herself saying before she realized her mistake.



He stopped in front of the opening and turned to face her with a surprised look on his face. "Now I see why Achilles is so interested in you. He likes the fire in you…he sees you as a challenge little one. But let me assure you, your city will fall to my will. No matter how long it takes and no ma how how many people have to die. I will have the city of Troy to do with as I please." With that he turned and left the tent before she could respond.



closclosed her eyes and prayed to Apollo…



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Eudorus quickly made his way to Achilles' tent. The soldiers were on their way to the city and Achilles had wanted to watch the battle from afar. He approached Achilles' tent and pushed the flaps away as he entered. "My lord, the soldiers are on their way to the city, " he informed.



Achilles held up his hand to signal he understood, "I will be along shortly Eudorus, thank you."

Eudorus bowed and exited the tent without another word.



One of his fellow soldiers met him outside the tent. "Are we going to fight Eudorus?" he asked anxiously.



"No, Achilles has not given an order to do so and we will abide by his order, but…" Eudorus held up his hand as if he just came up with an idea. "…we will watch the battle."



The other men nodded and followed Eudorus. As he passed Achilles' tent he bowed.



Inside, Achilles was sharpening his sword…trying to decide what to do. He was plagued on whether he should watch the battle or search for Briseis while everyone was gone. Then again, she could possibly escape while everyone was away. No doubt Agamemnon posted a guard to keep her from escaping and anyone from entering. Agamemnon's men were feeble at times he thought.



He decided she would be safer where she was until after the battle. Once his fellow Greek's lost their battle one of two things would happen. Agamemnon would no doubtedly take out his anger on her or just toss her to the other soldiers. In any event he would find her before that would happen.

He stood from his position and sheathed his sword and exited the tent to join his fellow soldiers. He knew where they would meet, the highest hillside near the battle. It is where he would watch such a slaughter. As he approached the area he smiled as he saw his men waiting for the battle to ensue. He reached them and looked out over the field of soldiers. Both sides had a vast army, but Troy had the advantage. He folded his arms over his chest as he watched who couldn't be anyone other than the Princes of Troy and King Agamemnon and Menelaus meet in the middle.



Achilles almost snorted ae aue audacity of Agamemnon. Was the man really bli blind and dumb? Could he not see that he would loose this battle? Sheer numbers would not give him victory this time.

The two sides talked for sometime then dispersed momentarily. Achilles watched the scene and gathered that a battle was about to ensue between Prince Paris and Menelaus.



This won't take long Achilles thought blandly. He knew of the Princes ability to shoot a bow but a swordsmen he was not. He watched as the two men met in the middle and spoke briefly. Then they began their fight…over a woman. The thought caught Achilles off d and and he drew his attention away from the fight to glance towards the camp.



Achilles confused himself to irritation. Just to watch these two grown men fight over a woman aggravated him but at the same time he would do the same over Briseis. His thoughts plagued him and he had to shake his mind mentally to watch the fight before him.



He watched as Menelaus wore the Prince down to the point he had no shield and no sword. Achilles shook his head at the scene. The Prince was no more than a boy with a fancy title. He watched as the Prince crawled back to his brother and cower at his legs. Menelaus followed and stood before the Princes, angered. A moment later Hector pulled out his sword and impaled Menelaus. Achilles raised an eyebrow at the move. He was far from saddened at the loss of the King, but he was surprised to say the least. That is when all Hades broke loose.



Achilles could feel his blood start to boil as the roar of the Greek soldiers reached his ears. He ached to be in this battle and began to pace back and forth as they started their attack.



For hours the battle ensued and the Trojans were winning. Achilles stood on the hillside in disgust at Agamemnon's arrogance. He should have retreated his troops and kept his numbers strong for more battles. The man was dumber than he thought. As the battle continued he began to mutter to himself

what should be done to win, but it never happened.



After a long hard battle the Greeks began to retreat, but the Trojans pursued until they too were in range of the Greek's archers. The Trojretrretreated, allowing the Greeks to collect their dead. Without a word to his men Achilles left them to talk amongst themselves. He had more itanttant things to attend to.



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This chapter was just like the movie except for a few things here and there. I tried to make a little different in some scenes. Please read and review!