A\N: Hey it's Claudia. This is my first fanfic and I'd really love some feedback. I hope you enjoy it! Any types of reviews are welcome3
CHAPTER 1:
Boundaries were broken that night, pushed, cracked, and shattered into a million pieces. They knew what the consequence would be, or at least she did. It ate her from the inside out and pushed her until she went crazy. He burned just weeks later, along with Troy.
It tore at Helen everyday; she knew the war was close, and coming with a fury. It was their fault, she shouldn't have gone with him, she should have stayed in Sparta. But then she wouldn't be happy. But what does that matter!?! She thought to herself. She was no longer Helen of Troy or Helen of Sparta, she was just Helen.
Her love was dead, but she never cried. At least not in front of him. His name was Achilles, he was a good protector. She remembers that night when Troy burned to the ground right in front of her eyes. And, her love, Paris. She remembers watching him bleed out all over the cobblestone. He was cut, she couldn't do anything but scream, and she did. Achilles heard her, over all the commotion and the loud crackle of the fire surrounding him. He led Brisies through the twisting stone walls for what seemed like forever. He found her at the end of the curving path, near the last surviving exit of Troy. She was curled in the corner, shaking and sobbing. He looked at her and followed her iced-over eyes to the dead body of Paris.
"What happened to him?" Achilles asked with no emotion in his voice.
She could barely open her lips. "He was killed."
He knew that of course, but it wasn't as if she was trying to be stubborn.
"Come on" he said this with authority, knowing he would get answers only if she was alive.
She didn't move though, instead she just kept staring at the prince's body and crying the last of her tears.
Achilles looked at Briseis. "Go" he said firmly "I will meet you at the end of the tunnel."
Briseis looked as if he had just stabbed her through her heart and as she spoke he could hear her voice crack as if she had just drowned in sorrow. "Why?" she managed to squeak out.
"I will be right behind you" he said it in understanding, but his last words stung as he said the forcefully "Go!" he almost shouted at her.
With one final look she drifted quickly down the tunnel. Achilles looked at Helen's broken form and knelt beside her. She didn't turn her head to face him, and instead just kept looking at Paris' dead body. We don't have time for this he thought angrily to himself. He decided not to wait for her to pull herself together and, instead just picked her up and carried her swiftly down the winding, dark exit.
A\N: I am also sorry for any spelling errorsī
Savannah