Author's notes: First Fanfic, so please put down your weapons. An AB story.
Summary: It's kind of like the movie, but it has a happy ending. Had to make a four-year war. Historically inaccurate, so if you like it perfect to history, read another story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If you still have an urge to sue me, I'll save you the trouble and give you everything, which is exactly $2.19, a bottle of dried up wite-out, and a desk calendar.
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Main Characters:
Briseis – 14, cousin to Hector and Paris, priestess
Achilles – 17, Husband of Diedema
Diedema – 16, Wife of Achilles
Chryseis – 16, Priestess
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Looking solemnly up at the golden statue of Apollo, she silently prayed to be saved. Outside, hundreds of her countrymen were dieing trying to fend off the barbarian Greeks, led by the supposed demi-god Achilles. Where was their patron god at their hour of greatest need? What could they possibly have done to anger the great Sun God? Lost in prayer, she failed to hear the Myrmidons come up the temple steps.
"Briseis, what are you doing? We must go," an elderly priest said, fear apparent in his voice.
When she didn't budge, the priest tried to lift her to her feet. Hector would never forgive any of them if something were to happen to her.
Suddenly snapped out of her trance, the screams of dieing priests and temple maids in the other room bombarded her ears.
With that, the priest led her to the back door, where they bumped into a much dismayed Chryseis.
"Oh, it's you," she said, with obvious disdain.
"Now, now Chryseis now is not the time to pick ---" the priest exclaimed.
The priest would never finish the sentence, because he was speared through the back by a burly looking warrior across the room. Upon seeing the two girls, a malicious smile came onto his unshaven face. Briseis and Chryseis both turned to face the door, but managed to bump their foreheads together in the process. After they both took a moment of cursing under their breath, they both proceeded to push the heavy wooden door. Chryseis, being in front, stopped short.
"What is wrong with you?" Briseis cried. They were about to die, and she just stood there! She could be so infuriating.
Turning her head to catch a glimpse of the soldier that had smiled at them, she saw that he was quickly killing his way towards them. She was panicking now, if Chryseis didn't move soon, they would both be killed, or worse. Chryseis being several inches taller than herself, she couldn't see what had made her freeze up. In a grand effort, she managed to push aside a still frozen Chryseis.
She gasped. In the once white sand beaches of Troy, hundreds if not thousands of corpses were strewn on the ground, accompanied by a fleet of what must have been a thousand ships and cheering soldiers soaking in their first victory.
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They were surrounded.
Sorry the chapter is so short. It's my first time. Can someone help me out here? I don't think it's very good. Please tell me how I can improve. R & R. Next chapter should be up soon.
- Amester Monty