Unforeseen

If you go to Troy glory will be yours, they will write stories of your victories for thousands of years…The world will remember your name, but if you go to Troy…you will never come home…for your glory walks hand in hand with your doom… and I shall never see you again…







Achilles woke before dawn every morning. Mostly to train himself, but this particular morning he stayed in bed. Briseis lay with her back to him with his arms wrapped around her. To look at them you would think they were uncomfortable. Briseis slept peacefully which delighted him. It showed she felt safe, or she was still very tired from their physical activity from the night before.



Carefully so he would not wake her he extracted his arm from under her neck and stood from the makeshift bed. She shifted to lie more on her back and he froze, afraid he had woken her. When she didn't open her eyes or move any longer he resumed his movements to grab his blue robe and put n. Qn. Quietly, he moved to the other side of the tent to fix himself something to drink. He poured a goblet glancing her way every few seconds just to look at her. He put the pitcher down and turned fully to look at her. His eyes traveled down her mostly exposed body. The sheet only covered her midsection and breast. She had a smooth tan, she was a priestess to Apollo, the sun God after all. Well, she used to be a priestess. After giving herself to him she was no longer a virgin, therefore, no longer a priestess. Her legs were smooth and she didn't have an ounce of fat on her. She was well toned for royalty. Her stomach was lean, but not muscular. Her breasts were full, not to small and not too big. Her neckline stretched into the most beautiful face he had ever seen. In his eyes Helen didn't hold a flame to Briseis. She had an innocent look about her, but she held a fiery look all the same.



Without breaking his stare he took a seat across from her and continued to watch her sleep. A bit of a breeze was coming through the tent and making her unruly curls move. It annoyed him a little, he didn't want her to wake. He brought the goblet to his lips and took a drink, still watching her.



At that moment Eudorus stuck his head in through the tent flaps, "My lord…" he was quickly cut off when Achilles put two fingers to his lips to silence him, his gaze never leaving Briseis. Eudorus looked from Achilles to Briseis and nodded even though Achilles wasn't looking. He retreated from the tent and waited outside.



Achilles watched her a moment longer then quietly and reluctantly stood and made his way out of the tent. He stepped out and was greeted by Eudorus.



"Morning my lord, forgive my interruption, " Eudorus apologized.



"What is it?" Achilles asked getting strait to the point.



"King Odysseus wishes to speak with you, " Eudorus informed.



Achilles took a deep breath and looked back to the opening of the tent then back to Eudorus with a determined expression. "Stay and keep watch on her. I don't want anyone going into that tent unless it is me, not even Patroclus." If Odysseus wished to speak with him he knew that Agamemnon wanted him to rejoin the battles. He would probably be a while and he didn't want Briseis to be alone for too long. "If she wakes before I return tell her to stay in the tent."



Eudorus nodded, "Of course Achilles."



Achilles started to walk away then turned back to Eudorus, "When I return, tell the men we sail home in the morning." He resumed his walk leaving a stunned Eudorus behind.



"Home my lord?" Eudorus stammered.



"Yes…home, " Achilles called over his shoulder.



It was a short walk to Odysseus camp. Achilles found him sitting off to himself, carving into an apple. Odysseus' looked up and smiled to Achilles.



"Achilles, " Odysseus motioned for him to a take seat next to him. "Come, sit with me old friend."

It amused Achilles that he called him 'old' friend. Achilles was far from old. He took the offered seat and took an apple from the basket before him. "You wanted to speak with me?" he started the conversation.



Odysseus nodded, "Yes, Eudorus told me you got the girl back…uned Ied I hope."



"Agamemnon is still alive is he not, " Achilles stated blandly taking a bite of his apple. The thought of Agamemnon harming Briseis made his blood boil. If she had told him that he did rape her he would have killed him with his bare hands, without hesitation.



"Yes, arrogant as ever, " Odysseus reminded. "We need you back Achilles." Odysseus wasted no time. "Agamemnon knows when he is bested, and he wants you to come back into the fold."



"And he sends you to make his amends, " Achilles said displeased. "Why do fight for him Odysseus? You are better than that sack of wine."



"Ithaca cannot afford an enemy like Agamemnon. He would burn her to the ground just like he's trying to do with Troy, " Odysseus rationalized. "Agamemnon is a cowardly man yes, but he knows when he has made a mistake."



"He offended m" Ac" Achilles spat. "I don't fear him like the rest of you."



"That's your problem you don't fear anything, not even your own death, " Odysseus berated. "That's how you know you're alive Achilles. If you don't fear…then you never truly live."



"I will not fight for him, " Achilles stated. "My men and I sail home in the morning."



"Some times you have to follow to lead, " Odysseus said wisely. "I hope you learn that some day old friend." He patted Achilles on the back and stood to leave him to his own thoughts.



Achilles watched him leave and took another bite of his apple. Odysseus always seemed to get under his skin with his tricky words. He stood and made his way back to his tent where Eudorus stood guard just outside.



"My lord, " Eudorus bowed stepping aside.



"Has she awakened?" Achilles asked quietly.
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Eudorus looked away in respect, "I have not looked inside my lord."



Achilles stepped through the flaps and found her still sound asleep but with the blanket only covering her breasts. He almost groaned at the vision before him as he silently approached the bed and crawled onto it beside her. She stirred lightly and rolled to face him making the blanket fall away exposing her.



Unable to resist he reached out and ran his fingers down her arm with a feather light touch making her shiver and moan in her sleep. The way she responded to his touch made his heart skip and his breath hitch. His Briseis, no doubt a gift to him. His hand continued its journey down her arm, across her thigh, up her stomach. She gasped and quickly grabbed his hand opening her eyes sleepily.



He smiled gently down at her but didn't remove his hand from her stomach. "Sleep well?" he asked lowly resuming his touch up her stomach.



She closed her eyes again at the feel of his rough callused fingers running across her stoman sln slow torturous strokes. It finally came to her attention that she was not covered with the bed sheet. She quickly sat up and covered herself with her arms and brought her knees to her chest. "You startled me, " she swallowed nervously. Why are you acting so bashful Briseis, the man has seen you naked…and much more?



"Forgive me, " he apologized, admiring her legs.



She blushed deeply and tried to cover herself further.



He noticed her attempts to cover herself and he wanted to laugh, but judged otherwise. "What are you doing?" he asked with amusement in his voice but fondness upon his face.



"Where is the blanket?" she requested looking around.



He sat up and leaned across her naked body to retrieve the fallen fabric from the ground. She held her breath as his body brushed against her bare legs. Memories from the night before hit her full force as she remembered being underneath his strong body, as he loved upon her. Love…was it really love he showed me?



"I believe this is what you seek, " he picked the blanket up and laid it across her knees covering her from his view. "But I wish you would not use it, " he admitteietlietly looking into her eyes.



His voice was as smooth as silk and she found a strange comfort in it. If she were to become blind she could live without his beauty, but could not survive without his voice. For the rest of her days she would hear his voice in her dreams, she knew it. She pulled the blanket closer to cover her chest as she straitened her legs in front of her. It suddenly occurred to her that she had nothing to wear other than her badly torn robe, virgin robes. Even if they were not so badly torn she would not feel right wearing them since she was no longer a virgin to Apollo.



"Do you have something I could put on?" she asked hopefully.



He stood from the bed and walked to a wooden chest across the tent. She took the opportunity to stand from the bed stretch her sore muscles. Out of the corner of his eye Achilles watched her as she stretched, her face contorting with slight pain. "Are you hurt?" he asked taking out a large tanned robe and walking towards her.



"Just a little sore, " she acknowledged softly, not looking him in the eye.



He stepped closer to her and put his right hand under her chin making her meet his gaze. "Did I hurt you?" he insisted softly, but firmly, as if he were going to punish himself.



When her eyes met his icy blue stare she couldn't look away. Damn him… she swore mentally. "No…you didn't hurt me, " she tried to ease his obvious anxiety. He removed his hand from under her chin and handed her the robe. She took it gratefully and looked at him for a moment. "Would you mind turning around?" she asked hesitantly.



"You have nothing to be ashamed of, " he insisted stepping closer and tugging the blanket from her grasp making it fall to the ground. She froze in place and tried desperately to keep from covering herself with the robe he had given her. Being naked before him didn't frighten her, not in the way he thought. It frightened her because of the feelings he welled up inside her when he looked at her, touched her. She wanted him to touch her to pleasure her to take her. She shivered at his feather light touch his hands made as they slid up her arms and down her exposed back.



"Do enjoy torturing me, " she whispered as he continued his caress.



He leaned in close to her lips. "No more than you do me, " he whispered bringing her into a deep kiss, wrapping his arms around her small frame. He couldn't explain what he felt for the woman before him. Just that she had managed her way into his heart before he could stop her. Never in his life had he cared for a woman like he did Briseis. He bed them and left them, not because he didn't care, but because he didn't want to have a chance to care.



Briseis wrapped her arms around his neck fee saf safer in his arms than anywhere. He was Achilles, the Greeks greatest warrior and no one challenged him, not even Agamemnon. He buried his face in her hair and picked her up off the ground and hugged her to him tightly as if she were his lifeline. She reveled at the strength he possessed and wanted to stay in his arms forever, eternal comfort.



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"Father, I must say I am against this attack, " Hector admitted. "They underestimated us, we should not return the favor." He wanted his father to understand. "Achilles or his Myrmidons did not fight which means there is disenchant among the ranks. If we stay back and cautious they will only do more harm to themselves, their moral is battered."



"To go against the signs of the Gods could curse us. They are weak and vulnerable, we must strike while we still can, " Priam insistebr /br />


Hector sighed, "I am not doubting the Gods father but this is still a mortal war. Mortals are fighting it and anything can happen."



Priam looked at his son with concern. "The Greeks are not going to give up just because they lost one battle. Agamemnon is a stubborn man and will not stop until Troy is his! I will not allow this city to fall because we were merciful to someone who is not worthy of mercy!"



Hector clenched his jaw and said nothing. He knew there was no changing his father's mind. He leaned against the window seal they both stood at and looked out over the city.



"I fear the worst of Briseis, " Priam mourned dejectedly.



Hector bowed his head and closed his eyes. Since the attack no one had seen nor heard from Briseis. They assume she was in the Temple of Apollo when Achilles and his Myrmidons stormed the beach. Killed with the other priests as if she were nothing. "I feel her loss painfully, " Hector straitened and leaned his palms against the window seal. The memory of seeing the dead priests strewed across the floor like slaughtered cattle would haunt his thoughts for the rest of his life.



Then it struck him suddenly…he did not recall seeing Briseis anywhere in the Temple. He closed his eyes and tried to remember exactly what happened. He and his men entered the Temple and were attacked by Achilles' Myrmidons and he eventually made his way towards the back of the Temple where Achilles was waiting for him. He found two dead priests, but no Briseis.



"Oh Gods…" Hector breathed in regret.



"Hector?" Priam asked concerned of his son.



Hector gritted his teeth and shook his head.



"What is it my son?" Priam asked.



Hector looked his father strait in the eye. "I don't think Briseis is dead, " he revealed.



Priam's eyes widened, "What?"



"When my men and I entered the Temple I did not see Briseis, which means one or two things. She wasn't even there and was killed on the beach or she was taken prisoner, " Hector realized.



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Not much different from the different scene wise but I did add the last bit of the chapter myself. That was not in the movie. I thought it was strange that Hector, Paris, Priam, Andromache, Helen…no one seem to notice or mention that Briseis was missing?? So this was my go on that. Please read and review!