A/N This is my first story, Troy or otherwise, so please don't get mad if it's not that good!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Troy, but I wish I did. I might add some new characters later in the story; so then I'll have put in something!

Summary: What if, after Briseis and Paris left, the movie ended right there? What if we saw Achilles close his eyes but not fall over? Will the doomed lovers find each other again?…… AB

Chapter 1: Prologue

"NO!" Achilles heard Briseis scream, and the next moment he felt extreme pain in his heel. He threw his head back in agony. Turning toward the source, he saw Paris, bow and arrow at the ready to shoot again. Achilles pushed Briseis aside so there wasn't a chance the deadly arrows would hit her.

More pain. More screaming. He yanked arrow after arrow out of his chest, and tried to get up with his sword, but soon he knew it was lost. He sunk to his knees, sticking the blade in to the ground.

He looked up. Briseis had run in front of him too late, and now she looked down at him in horror. She ran to him and kneeled in front of him, crying.

Achilles took her face in his hands. "It's alright," He said, even though he felt the exact opposite. "It's alright." He paused. "You've given me peace… in a lifetime of war." A tear trickled down both their cheeks.

"Briseis." Dimly he heard Paris.

"Go." Achilles had to force it out, he wanted her to stay, stay with him, until he took his last breath. Briseis shook her head. He took hold of her in a hug.

"Briseis, come… I know a way out." A way out! She could be saved!

"Go!" He said urgently. She continued crying. They shared a kiss, savoring each other one last time. It was slow, sweet, and sad. Time seemed to freeze. Then Achilles gently pushed her away, to her cousin. "Go," He whispered. Paris pulled her away, and they hurried in the direction of the under rooms. Briseis was still sobbing and kept looking back at him. It broke his heart.

Alone now, Achilles sighed, more tears coming out of his eyes. Briseis had been all he had left, and now she was snatched away from him. He didn't blame Paris at for wanting to kill him. After all, he had taken Hector away from him. Not only Paris, but a wife and son as well. If he could have made it right, Achilles would have gone to the end of the world, if it meant seeing Briseis again.

The pain was too great… His mother had been right: Troy was his doom, Paris was his doom, war was his doom… Briseis was his doom. But he loved her.

'That doesn't seem to matter to the gods much,' Achilles thought glumly. The world was beginning to darken…

A/N What do you think? It might start out like a lot of people's but it'll change I promise. This has been chasing around my head for ages, so I'll still write it out. And, if you must flame, don't be too mean!