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Summery: What if Achilles became an immortal instead of remaining dead? A kinda crossover with Highlander (in that I'm taking the idea and basis of immortals from that. And maybe one or two characters).
A/N: I'm going to keep writing this even if no one reviews but I'd really like to get some reviews so if you could find it in your heart to review do. Anyway enough of that...here's the story.
Chapter 1
Achilles, or Alex as he called himself now, stepped into the bar and looked around. 'Just your average college bar', he thought to himself. The only reason he had come here was a friend had told him that the students were producing a play about Troy. He couldn't help but be curious. He often went to plays that depicted the downfall of the great city – it was a bit morose he admitted but it helped him remember. Not that he didn't. He thought about it everyday. Thought about what he could have done different to change the outcome. But he couldn't do anything now – it was much too late. He had got his wish though and become famous. Even now over 2000 years since his birth his name was still known but he often wondered had it all been worth it.
He took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. The young woman never even looked at him as she placed the bottle in front of him and returned to her conversation with a group sitting beside him. He knew he didn't stand out here. He still only looked in his mid-twenties, the centuries doing nothing to age him. The only indication of his true age lay behind his blue orbs.
"No the Trojans weren't stupid. They were trusting. They believed that the Greeks had left and so didn't think twice about accepting the horse. It was over-confidence but not stupidity." The young woman behind the bar drew Alex's attention from his own reverie. There was something so familiar about her voice or maybe it was that she was so adamant in her defence of the Trojans. The others there weren't so sure of her argument though and voiced their own opinions. The young woman continued though. "Well that's how they're being depicted in the play in a weeks time. It's not being changed now. That's how it was and that's how I'll show it." Alex was intrigued. This was the woman who was in charge of the play? He was glad. She sounded like she knew more than the basic myths about the war and he felt at ease knowing that his once enemies and friends' story would be in the hands of someone like her. The group beside him began to leave. "Don't forget rehearsal is at 2 tomorrow," the woman called after them. Alex had heard all he needed to. He swallowed back the rest of his beer and stood to leave. As he put on his coat he caught the woman's eyes for just a split second. His heart leapt in his chest. It couldn't be but he felt like he would know those eyes anywhere. Briseis.
Summery: What if Achilles became an immortal instead of remaining dead? A kinda crossover with Highlander (in that I'm taking the idea and basis of immortals from that. And maybe one or two characters).
A/N: I'm going to keep writing this even if no one reviews but I'd really like to get some reviews so if you could find it in your heart to review do. Anyway enough of that...here's the story.
Chapter 1
Achilles, or Alex as he called himself now, stepped into the bar and looked around. 'Just your average college bar', he thought to himself. The only reason he had come here was a friend had told him that the students were producing a play about Troy. He couldn't help but be curious. He often went to plays that depicted the downfall of the great city – it was a bit morose he admitted but it helped him remember. Not that he didn't. He thought about it everyday. Thought about what he could have done different to change the outcome. But he couldn't do anything now – it was much too late. He had got his wish though and become famous. Even now over 2000 years since his birth his name was still known but he often wondered had it all been worth it.
He took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. The young woman never even looked at him as she placed the bottle in front of him and returned to her conversation with a group sitting beside him. He knew he didn't stand out here. He still only looked in his mid-twenties, the centuries doing nothing to age him. The only indication of his true age lay behind his blue orbs.
"No the Trojans weren't stupid. They were trusting. They believed that the Greeks had left and so didn't think twice about accepting the horse. It was over-confidence but not stupidity." The young woman behind the bar drew Alex's attention from his own reverie. There was something so familiar about her voice or maybe it was that she was so adamant in her defence of the Trojans. The others there weren't so sure of her argument though and voiced their own opinions. The young woman continued though. "Well that's how they're being depicted in the play in a weeks time. It's not being changed now. That's how it was and that's how I'll show it." Alex was intrigued. This was the woman who was in charge of the play? He was glad. She sounded like she knew more than the basic myths about the war and he felt at ease knowing that his once enemies and friends' story would be in the hands of someone like her. The group beside him began to leave. "Don't forget rehearsal is at 2 tomorrow," the woman called after them. Alex had heard all he needed to. He swallowed back the rest of his beer and stood to leave. As he put on his coat he caught the woman's eyes for just a split second. His heart leapt in his chest. It couldn't be but he felt like he would know those eyes anywhere. Briseis.