My first fanfic!!!!! Yeah!!!!!

I do not own anything that has to do with the movie Troy.

Enjoy Waking Up!

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Achilles' eyes were closed. He couldn't remember anything. And why did his ankle hurt so badly? It was a constant throbbing, and he realized that that was probably what had woken him up. He couldn't remember anything hurting so badly before. In fact, he couln't remember getting hurt before.

"Achilles?" someone said. It startled him. He hadn't realized that other people were with him. He then realized that he was surrounded by people. How hadn't he heard all the voices before? They were all talking rather loudly. He had no idea why so many people were with him. It was then that he realized that he had no idea where he was. Achilles opened his eyes.

"He's awake!" someone close by exclaimed.

Of course I'm awake, Achilles thought. Why wouldn't I be? He then looked at the group standing all around him. He knew everyone there, but two faces stood out to him the most; Eudorus, his first in command, and Odysseus, King of Ithica and his closest friend. He then noticed that he was laying down on a hard wooden cot on a tent on the beach of Troy. We've been here for far too long, he commented to himself. He could see the walls of Troy in the distance, still standing, and the sun refecting off of the ocean and he could hear the birds singing as they flew overhead in the sky. He could see other people walking around outside, too. There was someone in the back of the tent that he now noticed was facing away from him, talking to someone. With surprise, he realized who it was, and he was not happy at all.

"Agamemnon?" How had that coward king survived? He sat up and tried to see who Agamemnon was talking to.

"Yes," someone next to him replied. He turned to see that it was Odysseus. "he survived."

Achilles put his feet over the hard wooden cot he was lying on and instantly regretted it. As soon as his feet his the ground, the worst pain he had ever felt had shot up his leg, making him cry out in pain.

"You can't get up just yet," Odysseus told him.

"You could have told me that earlier," Achilles whispered angrily. His old friend chuckled. It was then that he saw why his ankle hurt so badly; it was covered in bloody bandages and it didn't look that good; there were gruesome scars everywhere and many, many nonhealed cuts.

"What happened?" he asked as he started to put his feet back up.

"After you were shot, you lost consciousness. We found you while we were searching for Agamemnon." Odysseus answered him while he helped Achilles carefully put his injured foot back up on the cot; Achilles was having trouble with it as it hurt whenever it moved.

Achilles' memory suddenly came back to him; the fire, the screaming, the wooden horse, Paris, trying to find Briseis during all that chaos. He quickly looked around him. She wasn't there. Where was she? He then remembered that she had left with Paris after he was shot.

"How long was I unconscious for?" he questioned. He was starting to worry now.

"A month," Odysseus answered. He was shocked. A MONTH!!!! he screamed in his mind.

"What happened while I was unconscious?" Had she gotten away? Had she escaped with he cousins? Had she gotten captured? If she was captured, where was she now?

"Troy was taken," was the only answer he received. A wave of panic hit him. What had happened to Briseis if her city had been taken? He looked around the tent at everyone and noticed the not one of them was a Trojan. He looked outside the tent and came to the exact same conclusion.

"Where are all the Trojans?"

Odysseus pointed towards the water. There were three people and a younger boy. The young boy was splashing around in the water while the three adults were talking. He recoganized one; Prince Paris. It infuriated him to know that that boy had survived."Those are some of the only Trojans we know that survived."

"Who are the two women and the boy?" he asked, although he already had a pretty good idea of who they were.

"Helen, Princess Andromache, and Prince Astynax. Prince Hector told Princess Andromache about a tunnel out of the city that we didn't know about. We were searching the palace and discovered it. They were trying to escape through it when we found them."

"Was Astynax Hector's son?" he asked.

"Yes."

"How did any of them survive?" Achilles asked in wonder, mostly to himself. It was truly surprising that the Trojan royal family had survived. Well, most of it. King Priam had been killed by Agamemnon, and he had killed Hector for killing Patroclus, his cousin. It still hurt him to think of the day that he had learned of his cousin's death.

"Agamemnon wanted to slay them, naturally, but we refused to let him do that. We think that more Trojans may have escaped through that tunnel before we got there. Having their royal family may be useful."

"Where's Briseis?" Achilles finally demanded. He had been dying to ask that question since he was told what happened to Troy.

"Agamemnon," was all Odysseus would say. Acilles was furious that he had taken her again! He would get her back, if he had to kill everyone in the camp to do it. Soon, it started getting dark and everyone left to let Achilles rest.

The next day, Achilles was visited by Agamemnon.

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Cliff hanger, I know; I'm so mean! Reviews may help me update sooner....hint, hint..... Constructive criticism welcome!!! Also, ideas are appreciated!!!