A/N: This is a continuation of my last story The Choices We Make. I couldn't really leave well enough alone so here's some more. I'm not totally sure of all the geographical locations of everything, and I don't make any claims that I am an expert. But you get the idea. Please R&R! Thanks!

Briesis stood in the Elysian Fields wondering what would become of her. She stood there looking around and everyone who was blissfully happy and unaware. Though she longed for that feeling she would not forget him, she would not forget his touch, his scent, his golden locks and how he held her and made her his. She would not forget him.

Hades had tried several times, unsuccessfully to remove her memory, to make her happy, but it didn't work, she refused, and she would not let him go. She would not let him take that away. And so she wandered the Underworld, Hades could do nothing more for her. She wandered around saying nothing. Hector did not recognize her anymore. He was content on waiting for his beloved wife and son.

Briesis wandered the Underworld, the guards paid her no mind until one day she was gone. No one knew what had happened to her. Hades merely shrugged it off, he assumed it was her suffering or eternal agony she had inflicted upon herself. She couldn't have gotten far, and the Underworld was expanding. Perhaps she had found a new secluded place to spend her days waiting.

Briesis by some miracle escaped the underworld, she had used her knowledge of the gods and found the Fates and their precious loom. She had heard stories of them how they existed in a realm or plane not accessible by mortals. She was no long living, she stumbled upon them as they were minding their spindle. Clotho, the spinner, who spins the thread of life. Lachesis, the measurer, who choses the lot in life one will have and measures off how long it is to be. Atropos, she who can not be turn, who at death with her shears cuts the tread of life.

The three sisters stood there spinning the thread unaware of Briesis who stood there in her white gown. She approached them, when they all three looked up at her.

"What are you doing here?" Atropos asked

"Why did you kill him?" Briesis asked

"It was his time" Lachesis answered

"No it wasn't, it was fair" Briesis cried out

"Life is not fair, we are the fates we are anything but" Clotho said as she continued to spin the spindle

Briesis looked up at their loom, a massive construction of destiny and lives that would go unchanged. She reached out to the loom, and searched for him, her fingers traveled over many lives and then she found his, and then she found hers. The two strings were twisted around in a loop and then separated, her line was cut and his continued on.

"You cannot change what has been done" Atropos said flatly

"I will not go on without him" Briesis shouted

She reached up into the loom and pulled her string out.

"STOP!"

"You cannot!"

"You mustn't!"

Briesis paid them no attention, she wrapped her string around Achilles' over and over again. The fates were enraged and charged at her. She struck Clotho across her face as she fell back. Briesis ran over to the spindle, as Lachesis charged at her. She lifted up the spindle and threw it at her. It smashed into smaller pieces. Atropos took out her scissors and started slicing through the air with them.

"When these scissors touch a mortal it causes instant death!"

"Too bad I'm already dead!" Briesis grabbed onto her hand and twisted it, she grabbed the scissors from her and knocked her to the ground. She saw the loom start to glow. Her string started to wind through the loom along with Achilles. The room began spinning, she held onto the scissors and fainted.

Briesis awoke outside on sunny green fields. She looked up and around. She wasn't sure where she was. She stood up and saw she was wearing the same white gown and clutching on the scissors. She started to walk and then heard something in the trees. She turned around and saw nothing. But the voice was still talking to her.

"Who's there?" she asked

She looked around at the trees swaying in the wind. She could see no one.

"What are you doing here?" a woman dressed in priestess robes asked

"I don't know, I woke up here" Briesis answered

"You are at the Oracle of Apollo at Delphi!"

"Delphi? I had prayed and prayed that Apollo would hear my pleas"

"I am the oracle and Apollo does not wish you to be here. Leave immediately!"

"Please I must find Achilles"

"Achilles? The warrior? He is not here. He does not care of the gods."

"I must find him"

"Perhaps you should speak to his mother Thetis"

"Where can I find her?"