okay guys im back, i would just like to point out that i don't own any of the characters they all belong to homer and the movie segments belong to the movie maker people.

So on to the story

"Would you leave troy" the words echoed in Breseis head, as she once again laid wrapped in Achilles arms.

Could she do it. Could she really leave troy to be with Achilles? Could she easily walk away from all the war and hate that surrounded them, constantly tugging at the happiness that clothed them.

More so, could she leave her family in an unknown fate. Was she strong enough to go through life knowing that she abandoned her family for the man who was sent to bring their demise?

Part of her was screaming at her for being so vulnerable, another begged her to wake him so they could leave. After contemplating the answer for gods know how long, she decided. But before she could wake him, Eudora's booming voice broke the silence.

"My Lord" he called. Breseis could hear the alarm in his voice, even so Achilles who, in one Swift movement, jumped out of bed, threw on his clothes, and had already neared the door. Breseis followed in his footsteps and began to dress, rather hurriedly, to see what was going on.

As soon as she stepped outside, smoke surrounded her, and the smell of burning flesh overtook her senses. Looking around frantically, Breseis could see men en flamed screaming in terror and running to water.

"Zeus above" said to herself. Strong arms then wrapped around her and began leading her toward the hut. Stepping inside the warm hut, tears clouded her vision and she clumsily made her way to the bed with Achilles holding her hand. She sat down on the bed, trembling in fear, Achilles retreated to a pile of furs that sat feet in front of the bed.

"Are you okay, you seem shaken" he asked her, eyes full of concern. Breseis shook her head no, "those men-"

"Are not our concern" he interrupted, finishing her sentence. Fire burned in her insides, and anger crawled on her skin. Standing up abruptly, breseis answered "how could you-how could you say that about those men. They are your countrymen and you are disregarding them. Do you not care about your own people"

Achilles, disturbed by her sudden outburst, quickly planted himself in front of her. Tension grew between the two as neither sayd nothing to soothe each other. Realizing that he could never win looking into those amber eyes, Achilles sighed, walking away from the fight. Turning from her, he spoke once again, this time carefully so he would't alarm his lover.

"I see them at night. The men i've killed" he said " they say welcome brother, come join us". He sighed staring off into the distance, the nightmare plagued him every night, infecting his mind with images of the men he killed.

"We men are wretched things" he said, speaking of the one thing that made sense to him about war.

Unable to answer, Breseis made her way to the man who probably knew her better than she knew herself. "Achilles" she said softly hoping to tear his thoughts away from battling his inner demons. At the sound of her voice, he turned around, looking at her as if this was his first time seeing her that night. "Breseis" he said, trailing her left cheek with his finger.

All it took was one more step to close the distance between herself and her tormented lover. One more step to finally declare her future with him. Breseis smiled to herself, thinking to herself of the life she could have with Achilles. They would be married and have children, living together and finally happy. There was no doubt in her mind that she loved him, none at all.

Then a thought crossed her mind that was so ugly and so unbearable, that she couldn't let it roam her mind anymore.

Outside, screams of war continued to shake the night; metal clashed with metal, cries of agony stole sound from the waves, and fire still roared over possible dead , mne.

This was his world. All he had known was war. Peace confused him. Death shook his hand every morning, danger smile at him during the night. If she were to be with him, could she live with herself knowing what type of monster he was. Could she love him enough to stop the need for fighting that coursed through his skin at this very moment?

"Would you leave this behind" she asked him grabbed on to his head desparately, so that he could look deeper into her eyes.

"The glory, the honor, the fighting, all of it. Would you leave this for me?"

After a few moments of silence, he turned away.

And she took a step back.