Spirits Forged in Fire
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Category:
S through Z › Troy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
19,548
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Troy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Spirits Forged in Fire
This is not a fic for you if you are seeking something historically accurate, for that is not my focus at all. I found myself intrigued by the characters of Briseis and Achilles, and wanted to explore a story in which their fate as lovers was not already sealed. The main characters are not mine, and are being borrowed simply for story's sake. This story basically picks up as soldiers (although here they are Agamemnon's, not Myrmidons) storm the temple of Apollo for the first time, and then moves off in a totally different direction....reviews and helpful critiques are appreciated, as I am not yet sure in which direction the story will move. thanks, and enjoy! megs
Briseis heard all hell break loose just as she was entering the main altar room of the temple. When she saw the soldiers come flowing in, slicing the throats of the temple guards as they came, she dropped the jar which she had been holding, and bolted for one of the side rooms. Unfortunately for the young Trojan priestess, she had already been spotted by Agamemnon's men. Three of the took off after her, drawing swords. They nimbly leaped over the statues that she dragged off the pillars in an attempt to slow their pursuit, and she realized that her hopes to slow them down were failing.The men, anxious from their travels and itching for a fight, caught up to her quickly and encircled her.
"What have we here? My my, you are too fetching to be a priestess." One said, as he moved up behind her, grabbing a fistful of her hair to inhale her scent. She whipped around to face him, covering her head with one of her hands in a useless attempt to shield herself from his hands. Another cupped her chin in his war-roughened hand, rubbing one calloused thumb along her defined cheekbone.
"And a face to make the Goddess' jealous..."
"Unhand me you pig, or by Apollo you will be damned." She spat through clenched teeth.
"And what a mouth! Is it good for anything but course insults there pretty little one?" As he smashed his rough lips against hers, he dropped his sword to draw his other arm around he waist, stopping any backward movement she would attempt. While kissing her, he suddenly stiffened and gasped, before sliding to his knees.
"Unfortunately for you, I didnt think Apollo was moving fast enough, and you left your knife unguarded." Briseis let go of the bloody dagger in her hand that she had grabbed from the soldiers belt, and watched it fall to the floor next to where the man now kneeled, struggling for breath. As the remaining two grabbed onto her, she kicked at them, screaming all the while. The man who had previously grabbed her hair hit her over the head with his dagger once, hard. As she slumped in their arms, he gritted out instructions to the soldiers who had just entered the smaller room.
"Bring him back to the camp. We will deal with this one later. By the Gods, her spirit will be broken."
Looking at the fallen comrade, who was now motionless on the temple floor, one of the older soldiers spoke up.
"From the looks of it, she may be too much for even you to handle Kale. Perhaps a prize like her woul be more fitting for Achilles himself."
"We all know Achilles is in this for the blood, not the spoils. His loss, my gain."
"Well you men seemed to have made a proper mess in here. What happened in here? And would you mind explaining what I am losing?" The soldiers along with Kale, who had Briseis slung over his shoulder, spun around in time to see the man of whom they had been speaking enter the temple, his Myrmidons in tow.
"Just that you care for the glory of the battle, not the pillages my lord Achilles." A young soldier piped in, wary not to spur the temper of the most deadly man in their known world.
"Well now that you answered my second question boy, what about the first? Are you to tell me that the girl killed this man?" Achilles burst out into loud laughter, along with his fellow Myrmidons. "Men, see what happens when you serve under a King as great as Agamemnon; you can be beaten by a simple priestess!" Kale and his fellow Greeks were greatly vexed at Achilles words, but had the sense not to argue back with a man such as Achilles.
As the fabled warrior caught a glance of the unconsious priestess' face, he grinned. "Pehaps I will be taking my spoils after all. Since Agamemnon cant really afford to lose many more of you men, you better have her taken to my tent. " Achilles turned to exit, but paused, a look of deadly calm on his tanned face. "And Kale, if she is not there when I return, it will be you lying on the ground in your own blood."
Briseis heard all hell break loose just as she was entering the main altar room of the temple. When she saw the soldiers come flowing in, slicing the throats of the temple guards as they came, she dropped the jar which she had been holding, and bolted for one of the side rooms. Unfortunately for the young Trojan priestess, she had already been spotted by Agamemnon's men. Three of the took off after her, drawing swords. They nimbly leaped over the statues that she dragged off the pillars in an attempt to slow their pursuit, and she realized that her hopes to slow them down were failing.The men, anxious from their travels and itching for a fight, caught up to her quickly and encircled her.
"What have we here? My my, you are too fetching to be a priestess." One said, as he moved up behind her, grabbing a fistful of her hair to inhale her scent. She whipped around to face him, covering her head with one of her hands in a useless attempt to shield herself from his hands. Another cupped her chin in his war-roughened hand, rubbing one calloused thumb along her defined cheekbone.
"And a face to make the Goddess' jealous..."
"Unhand me you pig, or by Apollo you will be damned." She spat through clenched teeth.
"And what a mouth! Is it good for anything but course insults there pretty little one?" As he smashed his rough lips against hers, he dropped his sword to draw his other arm around he waist, stopping any backward movement she would attempt. While kissing her, he suddenly stiffened and gasped, before sliding to his knees.
"Unfortunately for you, I didnt think Apollo was moving fast enough, and you left your knife unguarded." Briseis let go of the bloody dagger in her hand that she had grabbed from the soldiers belt, and watched it fall to the floor next to where the man now kneeled, struggling for breath. As the remaining two grabbed onto her, she kicked at them, screaming all the while. The man who had previously grabbed her hair hit her over the head with his dagger once, hard. As she slumped in their arms, he gritted out instructions to the soldiers who had just entered the smaller room.
"Bring him back to the camp. We will deal with this one later. By the Gods, her spirit will be broken."
Looking at the fallen comrade, who was now motionless on the temple floor, one of the older soldiers spoke up.
"From the looks of it, she may be too much for even you to handle Kale. Perhaps a prize like her woul be more fitting for Achilles himself."
"We all know Achilles is in this for the blood, not the spoils. His loss, my gain."
"Well you men seemed to have made a proper mess in here. What happened in here? And would you mind explaining what I am losing?" The soldiers along with Kale, who had Briseis slung over his shoulder, spun around in time to see the man of whom they had been speaking enter the temple, his Myrmidons in tow.
"Just that you care for the glory of the battle, not the pillages my lord Achilles." A young soldier piped in, wary not to spur the temper of the most deadly man in their known world.
"Well now that you answered my second question boy, what about the first? Are you to tell me that the girl killed this man?" Achilles burst out into loud laughter, along with his fellow Myrmidons. "Men, see what happens when you serve under a King as great as Agamemnon; you can be beaten by a simple priestess!" Kale and his fellow Greeks were greatly vexed at Achilles words, but had the sense not to argue back with a man such as Achilles.
As the fabled warrior caught a glance of the unconsious priestess' face, he grinned. "Pehaps I will be taking my spoils after all. Since Agamemnon cant really afford to lose many more of you men, you better have her taken to my tent. " Achilles turned to exit, but paused, a look of deadly calm on his tanned face. "And Kale, if she is not there when I return, it will be you lying on the ground in your own blood."