A/N: Ahhh!!!!!! I'm home!!!! After a very long and painful like 17 hour flight. But I'm home all the same, though I wish I were still in China cuz I didn't have to go to school and could write my stories whenever I wanted to, but that's beside the point! The wedding was great, thanks for asking, but my feet killed! Oy. Never wear heels all day, especially in a strapless dress. Two stresses at once! Anyway, I'll stop rambling now, but I'd like to make a shout out to Megan.
Thanks for reviewing!! I loved it. Honestly, writing the A/N is one of the best parts!! I can just vent and no one will judge me (cuz I can't see their faces!). Anyway, enjoy the chapter!!
His grip was made of steel, yet at the same time, it was gentle, understanding, and loving. Loving? I must be going crazy. She thought.
Her tears stopped flowing eventually, leaving the poor girl slightly feeling better. She was still exhausted, but she felt…comforted. The way it was to have someone hold her, like her family would, every time she would have a nightmare. She had forgotten the soft touch of a man long ago, and she found she silently yearned for it.
Her cheek was resting upon his bare chest, with the steady beat of his heart a peaceful lullaby. She knew her position was rather inappropriate, she knowing full well that he was not dressed in any sense of the word, and she was being held quite securely in his muscular arms. Oh if the priests could see her now.
But she felt no urge to move. Not now, not ever. Her body fit perfectly in his arms, as if it was meant to be.
"What's wrong?" came a worried voice.
"I, had a dream."
"Dream? What kind of dream?"
"A nightmare. I saw Troy burn, and I died along with it."
She continued, "It was so real, like I was actually there, as if I was really dying."
He had nothing to say to that, so he simply put his chin onto the top of her head.
Slowly but surely, she started to drift into the peaceful world of sleep, and when he was quite sure that she was asleep, he silently placed her back onto her bed of furs, and quietly went back to his own, still slightly worried about the young priestess.
As dawn sent the first rays across the beaches of Troy, the Greeks all rose along with it, ready for another day of tedious battle. Briseis was not one to rise.
By the time she awoke, the sun was already high in the sky, motioning for the coming of noon. The camp was empty of all but the wounded.
Her thoughts were hazy, and filled with visions of the past. She remembered her childhood, playing on these very beaches when they were young, swimming in the sea, building great walls and trenches of sand to block out the majestic sea, alas, it won every time. She smiled at her reminiscent thoughts, back in a time where war and death was not of her concern. How she wished for those times again.
The sun finally peeked through the crevices of the tent flap, and its heat forced her eyes open.
She sat up and rubbed her head, wondering where she was and how she had gotten there. When she had remembered all the last night's events, her face turned darker than a rose in the summertime, and she was eternally grateful that no one was there to see her. Realizing that she was hungry, she looked around for food, but could find nothing. Well that was odd, usually someone would send over food to the tents, especially to one so important as the great Achilles.
Perhaps he ate it all. She thought. Pig.
She saw no choice but to go to the kitchens and get some food for herself. She had no trouble finding the tent that she had seen so many times over the years, and hesitantly walked in. She was sure there would be a barrage of questions, asking where she had been, and why she was back so late. But there was nothing. No one.
Where were they?
Short chapter. Sorry bout that. It's five in the morning if it helps explain. Damn jetlag! So, hope you liked the chapter, not much to it I'm afraid, like a filler chapter almost. But I hope that you will still review! Always inspirational, those reviews. Till next time.
Amester
