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Summary: Warning! MAJOR spoilers! This story is based on the movie Troy. It is the in depth story behind the great love of Achilles and Briseis. This story is the same story as that of the movie, however it is told from either Achilles or Briseis' POV.
Okay, I beg of you... NO FLAMES!!!!!!
Lots of love: Maria :
Briseis looked around the temple. Everything seemed so serene and peace full. How could anything bad befall upon Troy? Surely the gods would never desecrate this holy city?
These were the thoughts going through Briseis' mind. The upcoming war was inevitable true, yet no matter the amount of soldiers, Troy would never fall while it had its walls to protect it.
Every morning, at dawn Briseis came to pray. She would pray for the safety of Troy. That the gods would bless Hector, Paris, and all the other soldiers when the time for war came.
'Apollo, son of Zeus, watch over Troy. Protect us from all the harm the Greeks bestow. Let us not falter.' Over and over, she prayed for this. She could not count the amount of time she was kneeling in front of the statue praying.
With Helen, the new princess of Troy, she would be protected as if she had always lived here. As a Trojan. Not a Spartan of Menaleus' wife, as a Trojan. War would be spewed over her, and Briseis knew this was not what she wanted. She knew Helen did not want this war to come to pass, however at the same time Briseis understood why she did not just go back to Menaleus. From what Briseis had hard about Menaleus, he was rude, unfaithful, and a downright brute. As a priestess she could forgive him for his sheer stupidity, but she could never forgive him for being so unfeeling to his wife. He gave her jewels and garments, true. However he never gave her the affection she got from Paris. She was never given any love, only the lust of a beast. Paris loved her, and would treasure her forever.
As Briseis mulled this over, she also thought of how she would ever get through this. She knew that Hector was the best fighter there if on this side of the ocean, but there was doubt in her heart. Achilles. This name struck more fear into her heart than any other. He was supposed to be the greatest warrior the world had ever seen. He was a legend among the gods. Hector was her favorite cousin. She would not get over his death with ease.
Briseis tried to expel these thoughts from her mind. Hector can defeat Achilles. He is noble, brave, and can defeat anyone if his heart is into it. He will go down in history as the hero of Troy.
As she turned around she heard yelling outside of the temple, when she looked out she saw soldiers running everywhere, putting up traps, and preparing for the upcoming battle. As she looked on the horizon, she saw a sight that made her breath give way. Ships. Thousands upon thousands of ships, all coming towards Troy.
'All this fighting over a woman.' She thought to herself. 'How can men become so caught up in their pride, as to fight war over a woman?'
Briseis was a well-educated woman. She knew all of Greece would be coming to wage this was. This thought began to creep into her once more. She felt totally helpless. Trojan women were not permitted to do battle, so she could not fight. She didn't even have the training if she could, however at least she would feel like she had a purpose. Now, all she could do was pray.
As she entered the temple again she looked up at the statue of Apollo.
'Almighty Apollo, protect my cousins in battle, keep their aim true and their hearts strong.' She prayed thing over and over. As she did so she felt a tear begin to arise in her eye. 'Please, I beg of you! Let not, my dear cousins fall.'
She thought of what may arise. She saw Hector with two gold coins on his eyes and Andromadae weeping for him. Or what if it was the other way around? What if Paris fell? She sees Helen, no longer upright and serene. No she was on the ground with people all around her trying to comfort her. Helen was crying and screaming for Paris.
'This could never be.' She thought to herself. Now she too was crying. She could not stop. She knelt in front of the statue and wept for Apollo to look after her cousins. She would pray and pray for as long as she had to.
Hours and hour later, she heard commotion on the beach. She knew that the Greeks were coming. She could feel it in her soul. The war was beginning. Now she prayed for the safety of the warriors, that they should be able to go home to their family's one last time.
All of a sudden she felt a hand upon her shoulder. She turned around to see one of the priests there, he warned her that things were not gong well on the beach, that they should go through the secret passages back to the city.
As she got up to leave she heard a commotion coming from the stairs! They were almost here! She ran to the priests, who were trying to salvage as much as they could.
"They are breaking in! There is no time to collect such treasures, unless you don't treasure your lives!" She yelled. They responded by rushing toward the back door. Just as they were almost there, the doors burst open to reveal one man.
'One man just made his way through the defenses!' she thought horrified. 'How can this be true?'
Before she had any time to ponder this, she was thrown into a secret compartment in the wall. Before she could say anything, the priest that shoved her in closed it.
'No!' she thought, 'No! Let me out!' even though she knew that she could do nothing, she wanted to be there. To die with the priests instead of hiding like a child in a wall.
From behind the door she heard the shrieks and pain- ridden screams of the priests being slaughtered.
'How could one man harbor such malice? How could anyone be so unmerciful as to kill unarmed priests?'
She wanted to break down and cry, or better yet to go out there and make an attempt on this monsters life, however she couldn't. It seemed that she couldn't do anything but stand there.
After what seemed like hours, she opened the door a little. She looked around to see that the priests were indeed dead. She also saw that there was no one there. Relief washed over her and she crept to the back. She could see the light streaming through the open door. She thought herself to be home free! Soon she would be back in the palace, taking a bath, and trying to forget all of this!
However just she her foot touched the daylight, a hand grabbed her around the waist from the shadows!
DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNNN!!!!!
Ok, that was soo my first ever cliffhanger. Lol! Help!
FEEDBACK IS READTLY APPRICIATED!! Cough review cough.
Lots of love Maria
Summary: Warning! MAJOR spoilers! This story is based on the movie Troy. It is the in depth story behind the great love of Achilles and Briseis. This story is the same story as that of the movie, however it is told from either Achilles or Briseis' POV.
Okay, I beg of you... NO FLAMES!!!!!!
Lots of love: Maria :
Briseis looked around the temple. Everything seemed so serene and peace full. How could anything bad befall upon Troy? Surely the gods would never desecrate this holy city?
These were the thoughts going through Briseis' mind. The upcoming war was inevitable true, yet no matter the amount of soldiers, Troy would never fall while it had its walls to protect it.
Every morning, at dawn Briseis came to pray. She would pray for the safety of Troy. That the gods would bless Hector, Paris, and all the other soldiers when the time for war came.
'Apollo, son of Zeus, watch over Troy. Protect us from all the harm the Greeks bestow. Let us not falter.' Over and over, she prayed for this. She could not count the amount of time she was kneeling in front of the statue praying.
With Helen, the new princess of Troy, she would be protected as if she had always lived here. As a Trojan. Not a Spartan of Menaleus' wife, as a Trojan. War would be spewed over her, and Briseis knew this was not what she wanted. She knew Helen did not want this war to come to pass, however at the same time Briseis understood why she did not just go back to Menaleus. From what Briseis had hard about Menaleus, he was rude, unfaithful, and a downright brute. As a priestess she could forgive him for his sheer stupidity, but she could never forgive him for being so unfeeling to his wife. He gave her jewels and garments, true. However he never gave her the affection she got from Paris. She was never given any love, only the lust of a beast. Paris loved her, and would treasure her forever.
As Briseis mulled this over, she also thought of how she would ever get through this. She knew that Hector was the best fighter there if on this side of the ocean, but there was doubt in her heart. Achilles. This name struck more fear into her heart than any other. He was supposed to be the greatest warrior the world had ever seen. He was a legend among the gods. Hector was her favorite cousin. She would not get over his death with ease.
Briseis tried to expel these thoughts from her mind. Hector can defeat Achilles. He is noble, brave, and can defeat anyone if his heart is into it. He will go down in history as the hero of Troy.
As she turned around she heard yelling outside of the temple, when she looked out she saw soldiers running everywhere, putting up traps, and preparing for the upcoming battle. As she looked on the horizon, she saw a sight that made her breath give way. Ships. Thousands upon thousands of ships, all coming towards Troy.
'All this fighting over a woman.' She thought to herself. 'How can men become so caught up in their pride, as to fight war over a woman?'
Briseis was a well-educated woman. She knew all of Greece would be coming to wage this was. This thought began to creep into her once more. She felt totally helpless. Trojan women were not permitted to do battle, so she could not fight. She didn't even have the training if she could, however at least she would feel like she had a purpose. Now, all she could do was pray.
As she entered the temple again she looked up at the statue of Apollo.
'Almighty Apollo, protect my cousins in battle, keep their aim true and their hearts strong.' She prayed thing over and over. As she did so she felt a tear begin to arise in her eye. 'Please, I beg of you! Let not, my dear cousins fall.'
She thought of what may arise. She saw Hector with two gold coins on his eyes and Andromadae weeping for him. Or what if it was the other way around? What if Paris fell? She sees Helen, no longer upright and serene. No she was on the ground with people all around her trying to comfort her. Helen was crying and screaming for Paris.
'This could never be.' She thought to herself. Now she too was crying. She could not stop. She knelt in front of the statue and wept for Apollo to look after her cousins. She would pray and pray for as long as she had to.
Hours and hour later, she heard commotion on the beach. She knew that the Greeks were coming. She could feel it in her soul. The war was beginning. Now she prayed for the safety of the warriors, that they should be able to go home to their family's one last time.
All of a sudden she felt a hand upon her shoulder. She turned around to see one of the priests there, he warned her that things were not gong well on the beach, that they should go through the secret passages back to the city.
As she got up to leave she heard a commotion coming from the stairs! They were almost here! She ran to the priests, who were trying to salvage as much as they could.
"They are breaking in! There is no time to collect such treasures, unless you don't treasure your lives!" She yelled. They responded by rushing toward the back door. Just as they were almost there, the doors burst open to reveal one man.
'One man just made his way through the defenses!' she thought horrified. 'How can this be true?'
Before she had any time to ponder this, she was thrown into a secret compartment in the wall. Before she could say anything, the priest that shoved her in closed it.
'No!' she thought, 'No! Let me out!' even though she knew that she could do nothing, she wanted to be there. To die with the priests instead of hiding like a child in a wall.
From behind the door she heard the shrieks and pain- ridden screams of the priests being slaughtered.
'How could one man harbor such malice? How could anyone be so unmerciful as to kill unarmed priests?'
She wanted to break down and cry, or better yet to go out there and make an attempt on this monsters life, however she couldn't. It seemed that she couldn't do anything but stand there.
After what seemed like hours, she opened the door a little. She looked around to see that the priests were indeed dead. She also saw that there was no one there. Relief washed over her and she crept to the back. She could see the light streaming through the open door. She thought herself to be home free! Soon she would be back in the palace, taking a bath, and trying to forget all of this!
However just she her foot touched the daylight, a hand grabbed her around the waist from the shadows!
DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNNN!!!!!
Ok, that was soo my first ever cliffhanger. Lol! Help!
FEEDBACK IS READTLY APPRICIATED!! Cough review cough.
Lots of love Maria