Heya guys! Hows it goin'? Hope you're all cool. Well, here are the next two installments. This chapter's only short so I'm putting the next one up aswell. It just felt like the right place to break it so you get two updates in one go. And easy way for me to make it seem like I've updated more than I have!Lol :)

Thanks to my reviewers! You're the best!

Moonrider: Great to hear from you. Let me know what you think of these, ok? Keep'em comin'!

Gaby: haha! I've had trouble thinking of a face too. I tried to look for a picture to show you but that didn't work out too well. Here's a tip. Never go into Google imagesand put in a search for "blonde women"! You get either porno or mail-order brides!Lol. The most annoying thing was one of the porno pictures actually looked pretty close to what I was aiming at. Bummer!

Anyway, read and review. If you're just reading and not reviewing, please please please drop me a line to let me know you're out there and you like it. I have, like, no self-esteem when it comes to writing so you'd be boosting my ego to unimaginable proportions!


Chapter 4

Achilles knew why she was on her ship headed for Troy but she wasn't sure why she had allowed Patroclus to come. She wanted to fight so she could protect her friend and to have her name immortalised. She wouldn't pretend it was because of some noble turn on her part. It was just because she wanted to be remembered. Everyone would know her name once this war was through. But why had Patroclus come with her? It was no secret he wanted to join her Myrmidons. And she was perfectly willing to let him become one. But … why now? Why to Troy? This would be the greatest battle she would ever be in so why would she risk his life in this?

Maybe it was because she understood his eagerness to fight. She couldn't deny him this opportunity just because she was nervous. He could take care of himself and she knew he would be fine. But she was nervous nonetheless.

She looked over her shoulder at was once again amazed by the sheer number of ships behind her. When Odysseus had said they were sending a thousand ships she had accepted it with little more than a raised eyebrow. The number was so great it didn't really have any meaning to her until now. And it was shocking. How could her mother think they could fail in this?

'But she didn't say the army would fail. She only said I would.' She quickly abandoned that thought as ridiculous. No one could beat her and even if they did there was no chance she would let them kill her. She would see her home again. She would.

They stayed on the ships for weeks. It felt like they would never get there. But the coast of Troy came into view soon enough. After a month of training below deck with very little room to move she couldn't wait to feel solid ground beneath her feet and have open space on all sides. She wanted to run, she wanted to train outside; but more than anything she wanted to get this war started. Her fingers were nearly twitching with the desire to truly fight. It felt like it had been far too long since she had let go. She couldn't do so with any of her men for fear of hurting them, even though they always said it didn't matter. Her muscles ached with suppressed energy and she longed to release the tension.

But Achilles wouldn't have to wait much longer now. She could already see soldiers lining the shore waiting to welcome them.


Hope you like the next one too. This is Paris' first chapter and you get to see that, during puberty, his balls did, in fact, drop. Well, they did in my version, anyway.Lol :)