First off, don't own anything associated with the movie from Tory but anything you do not recognize is mine
This is a Hector OC, Paris/Helen and Achilles/Briseis AU. I know many love Andromache, I do too, but this story instantly popped into my head and I couldn't get it out. So there you go.
This is my first FF so be gentle. I welcome your constructive criticism but if you have nothing but flame, don't bother. The story follows the basic plot of the movie, but I have made it my own and many, many things are different. I know the name for Achilla may sound lame since it is the female version for Achilles, but the reason will be explained in later chapters; and besides, the name stuck and I couldn't think of anything else. Some things may not, well most likely aren't, historically accurate but oh well. This is fiction. With that being said, I hope you enjoy my story. Oh, and I am sorry if my grammar and some spelling my suck at times.
Achilla yawned and leaned against Obysseus crossing her arms in a mixture of boredom and frustration as she stood before an army of thousands, something no woman could ever say they did, and waited for the King of Kings to babble on.
Obysseus looked down at the young beauty and grinned when she caught his eyes and rolled hers in annoyance.
They, along with all the armies under King Agamemnon's rule, stood and waited while the King made small talk with King Triopas, another poor sole attempting to keep the honour of his land.
Achilla could sympathize with the older King. Her father was once in the same position and now as a result of her father's will to spare his men and their families unnecessary bloodshed, here she was forced to stand and wait a for battle that would bring yet another title to the poor excuse of a man, Agamemnon. She would have rather fought and died defending her own land than aid Agamemnon's unnatural lust for world domination, all folly in her mind.
Achilla grinned and nodded her head to Agamemnon, "Tell me?" she didn't bother to look up, but knew Obysseus had looked down at her. "Do you ever wonder why he bothers to dress in that ridiculous get up when his blade hasn't seen the blood of an enemy since these wars started?" she asked raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. No soldier would ever overdress himself or in her case, herself, in such heavy armour; besides, the man just ooked ridiculous.
King Obysseus of Ithaca turned his head and focused on Agamemnon and started to chuckle. "Suppose he thinks he is proving a point," he said rubbing his chin. "He is the king of kings after all," he added mockingly.
Achilla, who was still leaning against Obysseus, scoffed and scrunched her face. "What point would that be? It only tells me that he is too fat, too old and too heavily overdressed to even think he could wield his sword," she looked up at Obysseus who burst into laughter.
Achilla soon joined him along with her and Obysseus' men who were behind them and had heard her comment.
Said King turned and glared at her hearing the obvious noise behind him. Achilla only grinned back and nodded her head mockingly at him laughing even more at the anger evident on his scarred face.
Achilla's laughter died when a large cheer erupted from the opposing Army as an extremely large man, who answered by the name of Boagrius, stepped forward as his King called.
Achilla narrowed her eyes in observation. "Well, he certainly is a match for Ajax," she said looking over the large man of nothing but bulk and muscle.
Obysseus frowned. "Agamemnon wishes for a one-on-one battle, it is the old custom." He watched as Agamemnon turned and scanned around them, "He is going to make you fight," he said looking down at Achilla.
Before she could even register what Obysseus had said the bane of her existence called for her.
"ACHILLA!" Agamemnon bellowed.
Achilla ignored the call and continued to defy the King, taking in the pleasure of his growing rage as he turned and glared at her to come forward.
Just as Agamemnon was going to storm up to her, Nestor put his hand up to Agamemnon and walked to Achilla. "Achilla, you can save these soldiers. They can have a chance to return to their families, unharmed and well. Would you deny them that right when you know you can prevent it?" he knew he had her. Nothing meant more to the Myrmidon Queen than the lives of her people.
Achilla let out a dramatic sigh and straightened herself. Ignoring Nestor, she turned to Obysseus. "Excuse me while I go see what the pig wants me to do now." She winked at Eudorus who grinned, and walked off with nothing but the grace of the Queen she was.
Achilla stood in between Kings Agamemnon and Triopas. Nodding to King Triopas out of respect and ignoring Agamemnon's glare she sighed irritably while leaning all her weight on her right leg, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow waiting for the King to explain why he summoned her.
If she and her damn brother weren't so invaluable, Agamemnon would have broke, tortured and killed her long ago. "Where is Achilles?" he asked thru gritted teeth.
Achilla, ignoring his obvious attempt to sound superior to her, shrugged. "Perhaps he is still on top of his whores where we left him," she replied raising her hand to inspect her nails to indicate her boredom.
King Triopas chuckled. "Lose your soldiers already?" he asked, his eyes sparkling in mirth.
The large, bluging veins in Agamemnon's neck showed his rage as he damned that man and nodded at Achilla. "Well you shall fight for him today," he commanded raising his chin.
King Triopas full on laughed. "A woman?" he asked in disbelief pointing to Achilla.
Agamemnon grinned as he saw the fire in Achilla's eyes ignite as she glared murder at the enemy King. "Are you worried you will lose?" Agamemnon asked. He couldn't have asked for better words to come out of the stupid King's mouth. She was a woman yes, but she was as deadly as Achilles and he had no qualms using her. When men doubted her for her gender it only fuelled the fire within her. It always made for a greater victory when it was won by a woman and one of such beauty. He would die before telling her that though.
King Triopas was oblivious to the woman who could have killed him with her glare and just smiled. "I assure you, I am anything but," he then looked Achilla in the eye and the smile that had been on his face fell at what he saw, nothing but pure rage and hatred.
Achilla grinned menacingly at the King as she looked him in the eye and chuckled when he took an involuntary step back. Nodding in approval of her effect on the man, she turned and walked back to her men without a look to Agamemnon.
Eudorus handed Achilla her shield and sword as she reached him. "Have fun!" he said with a grin.
Obysseus nodded and leaned into Achilla as she put on her helmet, "And try to make it quick. It's rather hot." He leaned back and grinned as Achilla rolled her eyes.
Achilla walked forward next to Agamemnon and Nestor, cracked her neck and focused on the giant across from her. "Imagine a King of Kings who could fight his own battles," she said loud enough for all to hear. She turned her head and glared down at Agamemnon, hiding the smirk when he gulped, "Wouldn't that be a sight!" she said in a low growl.
As Achilla took a step forward and eyed her opponent, her name began to be chanted by the Greeks behind her. Stopping, she cocked her head to the side and raised her shield in salute. They were showing their respect for the woman who would risk her life for their own, just like she and her brother had done many times before.
Turning back to face Boagrius, Achilla heard the opposing army chant for their own warrior as he mocked her with his battle stance and roared with laughter that a woman was sent to fight. Fury filled her veins as she walked towards the large man. She hated how her gender was so degraded. She lived for proving men wrong and took great joy in the satisfaction when she looked down at the shocked eyes of the man she killed. This man would be no different.
Achilla knew how to handle this type; she would use his size against him and toy with him. She would show him and the entire army a woman was to be feared, she was to be feared. Recalling Obysseus' words she decided against toying and broke into a run to speed things up and unsheathed her sword.
Boagrius who was laughing at the woman playing in armour, stilled as she started to run at him at an alarming speed. Was she serious? Gripping his spear, he hurled it at her wanting to put end to this quickly.
Achilla, unfazed by the hurling spear before her, blocked it easily with her shield. The spear broke clean thru, stopping inches from her face. Achilla just thru her shield to the side as if it was nothing thus allowing her to pick up more speed.
Boagrius frowned. Something about this woman was not right. He could see the grin on her face from where she was and quickly hurled another spear hoping that now since she had no shield it would hit its mark.
Achilla dodged the spear by easily jumping to the left and not losing an ounce of momentum. Unsheathing his sword she could see the doubt and confusion clearly in Boagrius' eyes. That is the look she loved when they realized they had met no mere wench but a woman of war. Sidestepping to confuse the man, she didn't falter in her speed and used it to launch off the ground, easily out of the way of his blade, jumped in the air and thrust her blade into the soft flesh where the shoulder meets the neck.
Achilla's sword was out as quickly as it was in and her feet landed with grace. The silence of the army before her made her grin. She had proven her point.
Without looking at her opponent, Achilla walked towards King Triopas who stood staring at her then at his fallen warrior in shock, disbelief and confusion.
Achilla stood before the armies of the men and waited patiently for any other who thought her an easy target to step forward.
"Who are you?" King Triopas finally muttered after finding his voice and slowly walking to her.
Achilla turned her head ever so slowly towards the king and smirked. "A woman!" she said proudly.
Never in all his years had King Triopas been so speechless. This creature before him had bested his best man with such little effort, it made him look disgraceful; however, the fact that she was a woman alone and had won with such ease, warranted nothing but respect.
With those thoughts, King Triopas bowed his head out of respect for her. "Forgive an old man and his foolish ways my lady," he said lowly.
Achilla slightly surprised, just stared at the King as he continued to bow and waited for her to accept his apology. She moved her gaze to the many men who she had spared this day and watched as some nodded in agreement with their King while others placed their fists over their hearts in a display of respect and honour. Of course she sneered at the ones who looked at her with nothing but contempt and disgust, but continued to stay in line too cowardly to challenge her.
Turning back to the still bowed King, Achilla placed her hand on his shoulder. "Rise King and know that I accept your apology," the way she spoke had an air of royalty.
King Triopas smiled and rose, looking her in the eyes and finding them to be beautifuly blue and mesmerizing; he could only image what face graced her beautiful body that was hidden under her helmet. Holding out his hand that clutched a golden sceptre, the symbol of his kingship, he presented it to Achilla. "The ruler of Thessaly carries this sceptre. Give it to your king," he said solemnly, opening his palm for her to take the sceptre.
Turning her head and nodding at the soldiers one last time she swivelled and watched as Agamemnon approached in his chariot, a smug look on his face. Barely reigning in her anger she glanced at King Triopas one last time. "He," nodding to Agamemnon, "Is not my king," she hissed and walked away with her head held high.
Achilla passed Agamemnon without a glance and headed back towards the Greek army. As she approached her men she heard Achilles name being chanted among the soldiers. Her dear brother decided to grace her with his presence, how thoughtful she mused to herself.
Odysseus and Eudorus both walked to meet her. "Well done my Queen," Eudorus praised clapping her shoulder.
Achilla smiled and nodded.
"Was that quick enough for you?" Achilla asked raising an eyebrow at Obysseus, a slight grin on her face.
Odysseus just laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I suppose," he replied grunting when the back of her hand hit his gut.
"Sister!" came the calm, collected voice of her brother as he dismounted his horse and scanned the area around them. "You started without me?" he asked sarcastically as she, Odysseus and Eudorus approached.
Achilla removed her helmet and shook her head, a wave of gold curls flowing down her back, and shrugged. "Sorry brother but when I went to inform you of the battle the sounds that were coming from your hut indicated you were in the midst of your own conquers," she wrinkled her nose in disgust having a mental picture form in her mind and recalling said sounds.
Achilles grinned while everyone chuckled. "So…," eyeing her bloody sword, "A battle of old?" he asked.
Achilla nodded. "It was easy, quick and saved the lives of our men," she said smiling to her men who were standing behind Achilles, all grinning back along with the rest of the Greeks that watched her. Her smile was infectious. It could warm the coldest of hearts and make empires crumble at her every whim and she knew it, but she never used it to her advantage nor was she a snob. Well, she tried not to use it to her advantage.
Achilles had hid his anger well. He did not like his little sister fighting without him. Not that he doubted her for a moment, in fact she was his equal in the art of war, but he still feared for her. He knew how Agamemnon loved to use her for his own purposes and knowing that only made him loath the man all the more so, if that was at all possible.
Achilles looked across where said King still stood with King Triopas discussing things he cared nothing about. Realizing there was no need to linger he grinned at Achilla. "Come," he tussled her hair playfully. "Let us return to our homes and be grateful we don't have to look at the hideous face of Agamemnon for another day."
Letting out a roar of laughter, the armies all followed the Myrmidon King and Queen to their homes.
Sorry if it's a bit short, but I have more. If you like it let, please review and let me know to continue. Thanx :)