I loved the movie Troy but the thought of Hector dying, puts me in knots. So I thought it would be cool to bring in a character that would change the outcome of war. I like powerful women so I thought I would give the Trojans a weapon that would even the field a little. Hector/Andromache, Paris/Helen, Patroclus/Briseis, Achilles/OC.

Thessaly: In the Village

Achilles slumbered among the woman he bedded last night. He could hear the stomping of the troops walk by him, but he had no desire to join them. He'd rather stay among the warm bodies of these women and wait for Agamemnon to fight a war himself. He tired of taking the lives of weak soldiers. He waited for that one challenge that could make his name everlasting. All the lands they conquered and face, all the soldiers that fell because of the edge of his blade, none of them were worthy, none of them called for his attention. No, he rather stay here and satisfy his other needs.

The Battleground: Agamemnon and the King of Thessaly

The Chariots crept slowly toward each other. Agamemnon smirked when he saw the approaching King. This would be easy, so easy. His eyes slowly traveled across the faces of the boys that stood at the front lines of the opposing King's army. This should be fun. Not only would he be conquering all of Greece but also he would be remembered as the greatest king to rule. The one King that all other kings bowed to. The one. The thought made the smirk on his face grow bigger. Oh yes, this should be fun.

The chariots came to a stop in front of each other and Agamemnon stepped down from his chariot and walked to face the old king. He eyed the scepter of the king and knew that it would only be a matter of time before he would grasp it. Agamemnon looked to the skies and gave a small smiled before looking back down, the sound of the crows calling to him. "Good day for the crows."

The King of Thessaly glanced a look at the large army that faced him before glaring at Agamemnon and replying, "Remove your army from my land."

Agamemnon smirked while saying, "I like your land. I think we'll stay. I like your soldiers too."

The King immediately replied, angered by Agamemnon's comment, "They won't fight for you," he scoffed.

Agamemnon, expecting this went on to say, "That's what the Macedions said, and the Arcadians, and the Opeians, now they all fight for me."

"You can't have the whole world Agamemnon," Agamemnon laughed at this statement, "It's too big. Even for you."

Agamemnon tired of this talk and not in the mood of massacre, seeing as he could use this army later, "I don't want to watch another massacre. Let's settle this war in the old manner. Your best fighter against my best."

"And if my man wins?"

"Then we'll leave Thessaly for good."

The King of Thessaly turned back to his army and shouted out, "BOAGRIUS!" He turned back to Agamemnon with a smirk on his face. Agamemnon tilted his head to the side and smirked when he saw the large man step out to the battlefield. Agamemnon was not impressed. He's must have seen 10 other men like him and they always fell to the blade of his great warrior.

Agamemnon turned slightly to bellow out, "ACHILLES!" No warrior stepped forward. Agamemnon waited for Achilles to step forward but he did not come.

"Boagrius has this effect on many heroes." The Thessalonian King said with a smile.

"Careful who you insult old king." Agamemnon said with restraint anger. 'Where is Achilles?' Agamemnon turned to see a rider approaching them.

"My King, Achilles is not with the army."

"Where is he?" Agamemnon demanded angrily.

"I sent a boy to look for him."

The Village

A young boy rode up the path into a small village. He climbed down from his voice looking for the right tent to enter. He peeked in one to see the naked and slumbering body of Achilles. He gulped as he crept slowly to the sleeping man in bed with two women. His hands shook as they crept closer to the sleeping man. He almost touched him when the man reached out and grabbed the boy. "I was having a good dream." Achilles turned from the boy, "Very good dream."

"King Agamemnon sent me, he needs you…"

"I'll speak to your king in the morning."

"But my lord it is morning." Achilles raised his head at that and remembered that he had heard the marching of the troops earlier. He looked to the boy. "They're waiting for you." He reached back and removed the arm of the woman next to him, rising to get dressed for battle. Achilles exited the hut in his armor and walked to the horse. He handed the boy his shield and spears. "Are the stories about you true? They say your mother is an immortal goddess." Achilles on the horse reached down for his helmet. "They say you can't be killed."

"I wouldn't be bothering with the shield then would I?" He put on his helmet and reached down for the shield and spears.

While the boy was handing them to him he said, "The Thessalonian you're fighting. He's the biggest man I've ever seen. I wouldn't want to fight him."

Achilles only looked down to the boy to reply, "That's why non one will remember your name." Before riding off down the path to join the army.

Achilles smiled as the army began to chant his name as he arrived. He could feel it. The adrenaline. The rush of a new battle flowed over him. He would take the life of someone today and the thrill of it all rushed through his veins. His ears pounded with his name being roared by the many men of the foolish king's army. He looked across to see the smirk of a giant man across the field. So this is what they brought him to fight. Pathetic. This was it. He has taken the life of hundreds of men like him. This was no challenge, but if it must be done so be it. He walked toward the field when the patronizing voice of Agamemnon entered his ears. "Perhaps we should have our war tomorrow when you're better rested." He continued to walk by, ignoring the king. "I should have you whipped for your impudence." Achilles froze.

Achilles turned to face the king and said, "Perhaps you should fight him."

Achilles turned from the battlefield to head back to his tent, but Nestor, the old king and advisor of Agamemnon called his name. "Achilles. Look at the men's faces. You could save hundreds of them. You could end this war with a swing of your sword. Let them go home to their wives." Achilles silently sighed and removed their spears from their hold in his spear. He turned back to the battlefield and stuck them in the ground.

"Imagine a king who fights his own battles. Wouldn't that be a sight." He said as he walked by Agamemnon. Boagrius turned to his King's army and shook his shield and spears while roaring. The Thessalonians cheered for their champion as Achilles approached.

"Of all the warlords loved by the Gods. I hate him the most." Agamenon said to Nestor as Achilles passed him again. Achilles removed his sword and began jogging toward his opponent. Boagrius faced him, he threw up one spear and flung it to the approaching Achilles. The spear went through Achilles shield, a couple inches from his face. Achilles threw down the shield and quickened his steps. Boagrius threw the second the spear to kill his approaching opponent. Achilles easily dodged the spear. Sprinting now. Achilles stepped to his right and jumped off his left foot and with his sword, Achilles pierced Boagrius in the soft spot between the shoulder and neck. Killing his opponent in one move. It was easy, too easy. No challenge. Achilles walked to the opposing army.

"Is there no one else? Is there no one else?" He looked along the men; hoping one would step up to challenge him. But none did.

The Thessalonian King stepped to Achilles and asked, "Who are you soldier?"

Achilles looked away from him before replying, "Achilles, son of Peleus."

"Achilles? I'll remember the name." He held the scepter out the young man. "The ruler of Thessaly carries this scepter. Give it to your king."

Achilles looked at the old king before replying, "He's not my king." He walked away from the battlefield, ignoring the puzzled look that came over the old king's face.