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After seeing Troy I suddenly got the urge to write a story of Achilles and Briseis' relationship. I read the book a while ago and was satisfied with the ending, it was after all a Greek tragedy..( But after seeing the movie I felt a little dissatisfied with the ending, I guess I'm really a sucker for happy Hollywood endings.. This is why I wanted to write an alternate ending to it. This doesn't mean I didn't like the movie version, because I did, just wanted to continue everything.
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Chapter one
In the arms of the enemy
"Who will take her first?"
The loud male voice roared with the bonfire on the Trojan sand, but was almost drowned in the sound of the Greek soldiers laughs. Briseis felt a chill flow down her spine as the muddy soldier brought his hand to her hair, grasping a handful and pulling her head backwards. She was not accustomed to such brutal treatment, having always being treated as a part of the Trojan royalty she belonged to. As someone who took pride in being an educated woman, she knew there was no point in fighting back; she was greatly overpowered by the soldiers. But the urges to defend herself grew stronger by every touch of the filthy, lusty Greeks around her.
The Trojan woman brought her hand back too quickly for the men to take notice, and put all her strength into the blow. Though she instantly realised her mistake, a small hand like hers could hardly cause much damage to a grown man. And now she had made them much angrier.
Briseis could see another, younger soldier approach her with some sort of brander, but proceeded to struggle against her attackers despite her growing fear. But as the branding tag closed in proximity to her neck, the hands that had been holding her let go, letting her fall to the ground. Someone had distracted the soldiers and was now wielding his sword to protect her. Briseis' eyes widened as she brought her gaze up to her 'protector'. Achilles. The man responsible for the destruction of the temple of Apollo, a place that had been such a large part of her life for so long. He and his men had ruthlessly desecrated the temple, killing every Trojan standing in their way, including the unarmed.
Suddenly, Briseis could feel herself slipping out of consciousness. The strain of the day's events combined with the injuries she had sustained had taken its toll on her, and she could only faintly sense the arms lifting her up, carrying her into a nearby tent.
As the arms that had carried her put her down on the ground she quickly roused from her unconsciousness. Briseis brusquely pulled away from the person who had carried her as realised it was Achilles who had brought her to the tent as well. Her mind was still quite clouded, and she could taste both blood and tears on her tongue. Brushing some dark curls away from her face in the new found silence caused by the presence of this Greek warrior, Briseis lifted her gaze a second time to see that the man before her did not carry the hatred in his eyes that she had expected of an infamous murderer such as him.
Quite on the contrary they seemed to show concern instead. For whom she did not know, seeing it as highly unlikely it would be for her. But gazing intensely into her enemy's eyes she could see something there she had never seen in the eyes of anyone else. And though it was not enough to overshadow the anger she felt for the man, it felt strangely comforting.
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I know this was just about the same as in the movie, but the next chapter will jump to end. This chapter was just the beginning, things will get more interesting in chapter to, I promise. Please read and review!
After seeing Troy I suddenly got the urge to write a story of Achilles and Briseis' relationship. I read the book a while ago and was satisfied with the ending, it was after all a Greek tragedy..( But after seeing the movie I felt a little dissatisfied with the ending, I guess I'm really a sucker for happy Hollywood endings.. This is why I wanted to write an alternate ending to it. This doesn't mean I didn't like the movie version, because I did, just wanted to continue everything.
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Chapter one
In the arms of the enemy
"Who will take her first?"
The loud male voice roared with the bonfire on the Trojan sand, but was almost drowned in the sound of the Greek soldiers laughs. Briseis felt a chill flow down her spine as the muddy soldier brought his hand to her hair, grasping a handful and pulling her head backwards. She was not accustomed to such brutal treatment, having always being treated as a part of the Trojan royalty she belonged to. As someone who took pride in being an educated woman, she knew there was no point in fighting back; she was greatly overpowered by the soldiers. But the urges to defend herself grew stronger by every touch of the filthy, lusty Greeks around her.
The Trojan woman brought her hand back too quickly for the men to take notice, and put all her strength into the blow. Though she instantly realised her mistake, a small hand like hers could hardly cause much damage to a grown man. And now she had made them much angrier.
Briseis could see another, younger soldier approach her with some sort of brander, but proceeded to struggle against her attackers despite her growing fear. But as the branding tag closed in proximity to her neck, the hands that had been holding her let go, letting her fall to the ground. Someone had distracted the soldiers and was now wielding his sword to protect her. Briseis' eyes widened as she brought her gaze up to her 'protector'. Achilles. The man responsible for the destruction of the temple of Apollo, a place that had been such a large part of her life for so long. He and his men had ruthlessly desecrated the temple, killing every Trojan standing in their way, including the unarmed.
Suddenly, Briseis could feel herself slipping out of consciousness. The strain of the day's events combined with the injuries she had sustained had taken its toll on her, and she could only faintly sense the arms lifting her up, carrying her into a nearby tent.
As the arms that had carried her put her down on the ground she quickly roused from her unconsciousness. Briseis brusquely pulled away from the person who had carried her as realised it was Achilles who had brought her to the tent as well. Her mind was still quite clouded, and she could taste both blood and tears on her tongue. Brushing some dark curls away from her face in the new found silence caused by the presence of this Greek warrior, Briseis lifted her gaze a second time to see that the man before her did not carry the hatred in his eyes that she had expected of an infamous murderer such as him.
Quite on the contrary they seemed to show concern instead. For whom she did not know, seeing it as highly unlikely it would be for her. But gazing intensely into her enemy's eyes she could see something there she had never seen in the eyes of anyone else. And though it was not enough to overshadow the anger she felt for the man, it felt strangely comforting.
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I know this was just about the same as in the movie, but the next chapter will jump to end. This chapter was just the beginning, things will get more interesting in chapter to, I promise. Please read and review!