Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing a fan fiction for Troy. It's going to be a bit difficult for me because I'm a big history buff and the movie wasn't entirely accurate. Go figure. Anyway...putting all that aside this is straying from the movie a bit, and a few things have changed. I hope you enjoy it. In myth Briseis was a sex slave of Achilles and after the death of Achilles her story ends. Nobody really knows what happened to her though it was assumed she was passed on to another Greek warrior. I will write another fan fiction later that relates to that story, depending on the success of this one.

Summary: (This is the beauty of fan fiction...you have the power to change the stories...lol) I know Paris goes on to live shortly after the fall of Troy however he does eventually get killed during the Trojan war. (Sadly he was young and inexperienced) This story is what could have happened instead of Achilles death. I couldn't decide if I wanted to add another character or keep Briseis in the story line. I hope my final decision is good enough for you.

Chapter One: Unfold

I am Achilles. I serve no man but my honor. I have killed many of men with my sword.
I have seen death. I am death.
I am the lion among Greeks. Wild and untamed.
I am Achilles.

The wind was as calm as an infant's sleep. There was a subdued submission in the air as the few remaining Greeks left on the beaches of Troy awaited their commands. From afar it would seem as if the Greeks had simply given up and returned to the sea though their king was too selfish to simply turn back. Agamemnon was a greedy selfless man who would rather see his army wiped out than to swallow his pride.

Tucked away in a darkened cove just beyond the limits of Troy an army of darkness awaited their que. In the early morning hours, Troy would fall. A large silhouette haunted the shoreline, one man's vision born to reality. Bellowing in it's glory, a tired figure gleaming upon it, his arms crossed and his mind lost in thought. His name was Odysseus. A proud and clever war leader, Odysseus stood upon his creation and played out the coming events in his head.

"Should you not be resting, brother?" Spoke a puissant voice from beside him. Odysseus had not heard his patron near. The voice that belonged to none other than Achilles. A skillful warrior, unscathed by war and in every sense immortal.

Odysseus smiled and rubbed a hand upon his chin in a sigh. "The ships have been moved, thousands of men await the command to take Troy."

Achilles looked up at the wooden horse his friend had dreamt up. "It will work. Troy will fall and our names will forever be remembered."

The two men became silenced as the waves continued to caress the shoreline in a soothing lullaby. While Odysseus longed to be back with his beautiful wife Penelope, he knew that battle was where his heart truly lied. He, like Achilles beside him, was gifted by the Gods. Where Achilles was blessed with immortality and strategy, Odysseus was blessed with wits. He had worked hard to achieve his title where as Achilles it seemed to come natural.

"My journey is near it's end my friend. When this war is over and the battle is won, I shall return to my wife in Ithaca. No more war. No more blood. My journey ends here." Odysseus sighed in satisfaction knowing he would be returning to the bosom of his wife.

"It may be a long war, Odysseus. You may return to see your wife married to another." Though his tone was playful he did have a point.

"What of you, great Achilles? Where does your journey lead you? "

Achilles lowered his eyes as he remembered his mother's words before he left for Troy. Proudly lifting his head his blue eyes seemed relieved. "Within the morning the streets of Troy will be reduced to ashes. My fate lies within those ashes, my friend."

Odysseus had never heard Achilles speak with such negativity. It was as if he knew his death was inevitable. "You are still young, Achilles." He preached with a bit of anger. "Have you no desire to father your son, Neoptolemus?"

Achilles leaned down and ran a hand through the cool sand. He found it fascinating that deep down within the sand there was a comforting warmth though on the outside it was chilled from the night air. Achilles had been young when he fathered Neoptolemus. Too young. He had not yet reached the height of his manhood when he fell in love with the princess of Skyros. Her name had been Deidamia, a beautiful young woman with a desire of lust. It was shortly after Neoptolemus was born that Achilles isolated himself, drifting from town to town before before returning to his mother. "This is how it must be." Achilles spoke softly.

"But your blood runs thru his veins Achilles. One day he will be as good as warrior as you . Do you not wish to teach him to fight? To be a glorious warrior?"

"I do not wish this path for him." Uttered Achilles barely above a whisper. Before another word could be spoken there came the sound of a horse nearing the beach. Both men casually looked over their shoulders in an unwelcoming gaze. Since the capturing of the shore, there was hardly a moment one could spend alone. "I wish him the glory of a warrior...but not mine."

Odysseus turned to greet the nearing Myrmidon. "Your hatred for man is unfathomable." His voice in mockery.

Achilles smirked. "As is your dedication for them."

"My lord." A rather large sized Myrmidon stopped just before the two men. The horse panted with exhaustion from the wight of it's rider. The Myrmidon was solid muscle and rather frightening in appeal. A far cry from the beauty of the man in which he served. He bowed his head in honor of Achilles. "Word has reached Troy that we have fled the shoreline. Everything is falling in to place my lord."

Achilles nodded. "Thank you Cibisus, you have done well."

"Thank you, my lord." The man nodded and rode off to the faint flickering of fire down the beach. The last fire, the last camp that would be set.

Achilles acknowledged the wooden horse one more time before stepping away from his friend. "Odysseus." He called, his back still turned to his friend. "I will not say goodbye for we shall meet again. Across the river of Styx I shall be waiting for you."

Odysseus sighed as the greatest warrior the world had ever seen disappeared in to the darkness of night.