Lament: My Deepest Regret
Yes, I know the movie was really inaccurate. And I know that Achilles' son was not borne by Bresies. Although it was a slave girl with a similar name. But, I can do whatever I damn well please.
Especially for a one shot.
For those of you still reading, this is supposed to be an exercise in voice. I think I failed miserably.
I held the greatest warrior the work has ever known in my arms as he died and I didn't tell him what he needed to hear.
I don't known how I did or even when it happened. Maybe when he threatened to kill Agemendmon for touching me, or when he saved me from those horrid beasts disguised as men. Maybe it was when, even as I held a knife to his throat, he gazed fearlessly into my eyes. Maybe when he taught me, with infinite patience and care, an innocent temple virgin, the wonder and joy of making love. Maybe as he died in my arms, fighting to the last, whispering in my ears that in my arms he found peace.
Now what do I say to that?
And, sadly enough, I didn't say anything. Not anything that meant anything. I just cried. Bawled like the weak woman I never wanted to be. But what was I supposed to do? My home was falling, burning to the ground, being torn down by my enemies the Greeks, my temple was destroyed, my god had forsaken me, and my protector dying in my arms. My protector, a Greek, the killer of my cousin Hector. Now dying by Hector's brother's arrows.
I earned my tears.
I knew it I bore his child. Until then, I wished I had died with him. It seemed like my spirit had, until he was born. My son.
My last vision was granted to me at his birth, and thank the gods it was the last. It was by far the worst. My son was fated to kill Hector's son.
Dear fates, why do you play with my life? Our lives? Why must you allow us so little happiness?
Why wouldn't you let me tell Achilles that I loved him?