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Phtia - Greece

The sun of Apollo shone strongly on the grounds of Phtia, and the clear waters surrounding it. The place was warm, however, a fresh breeze was well received when she gave thanks to appear slightly cooling the skin of the inhabitants.
There at the top, loud in the ruins of the town's ancestors, two young men were fighting. No, it wasn't a real fight. How could it be if those two beautiful men were friends, and so strongly connected by fraternal affection that bound them by blood?

The younger, dressed in black and with blond-dark hair over his shoulders, and committed, was Patroclus, son of Menoetius. Patroclus was training as a warrior willing to fight the battles and overcome enemies. There was nothing that he wanted more than to follow in the footsteps of his cousin.

His cousin was the other man with whom he fought in the wreckage of what was once one of the great monuments made by its antecedents. Dressed in a blue-dark, he was strong, and he had arms and legs filled with toned muscles. Like Patroclus, his cousin had hair the length of the shoulders, the color of this was a strong blonde, giving the appearance that the man had gold wires for hair.

The man was none other than Achilles, son of Peleus, King of Phtia and the Myrmidons, and considered the best warrior in all of Greece.

The sound of hooves collide against the ground and the neighing of a horse was enough to Achilles remove is mind of their play fighting. He approached the place where he lay his shield and spears with a discreet smile. Achilles raised his wooden spear with one of shod feet with black sandals, gripping it with his right hand in a graceful and launching quickly gesture, and saw her fly with the speed of an arrow and stare at the tree near one of the riders with precision.

This rider dismounted, smiling too. He removed the wooden object that was stuck in the tree trunk and came up to Achilles and Patroclus.

"Your reputation for hospitality is fast becoming legend." He said laughing and removing the helmet, lefting his brown curly hair outdoors. He threw the spear in the air to Achilles, who caught her in the middle of her course with a simple gesture.

This same grabbed his left wrist the youngest of the three, placing the tip of the wooden sword in the middle of his back, and carried him to the front, showing it to the rider.

"Patroclus, my cousin." He presented him, and then went to his cousin."Odysseus, king of Ithaca."

Odysseus nodded as he spoke: "Patroclus. I knew your parents well. I miss them. "After all, Patroclus didn't speak. His parents wasn't a subject that he would like to address. As if sensing this, Odysseus continued. "Now you have this one watching over you, eh? Learning from Achilles himself. Kings would kill for the honor."

Achilles was not to be carried away by the praise.

"Are you here at Agamemnon's bidding?" He was to the point. He had heard rumors that the wife of his brother had fled to Prince of Troy and the same was only an excuse to start a war so long Agamemnon wanted to start.

"We need to talk." Odysseus told him, sighing and rubbing his dark beard.

They is slightly away from Patroclus.

"I will not fight for him." Achilles was quick to inform.

Odysseus knew he was going to say that. "I'm not asking you to fight it for him. I'm asking you to fight for the Greeks. "

"Why? Are the Greeks tired of fighting each other" He was referring to the fact of Agamemnon walk to unify the kingdoms of Greece, and the other Kings at his service. "The Trojans never harmed me."

"They insulted Greece." Odysseus said.

"They insulted one greek. A man who couldn't hold on to his wife. The business isn't mine "Despite his indifferently, it was no secret that Achilles thought that theme of conversation, make Achilles smile. He hated Menelaus as much as he hated his brother.

Odysseus was not to be discouraged. He was there for a purpose: "Your business is war, my friend."

"Is it?" Achilles asked, although don't showing his anger. Who was Odysseus to say what was in his life? "The man has no honor."
"Let Achilles fight for honor." Said Odysseus. "Let Agamemnon fight for power and the gods decide which man to glorofy.

Patroclus suddenly shouted, "For the Greeks" and attacked his cousin with a wooden sword, who was quick to retaliate. Odysseus walked away a little with a slight smile.

"Forget Agamemnon. Fight for me. My wife will feel much better if she knows you're by my side. I'll feel much better."

Achilles was determined to don't work more on the name of Agamemnon.

"We're sending the largest fleet that ever sailed. A thousand ships."

And then Patroclus asked a question that Odysseus knew that was going to help in this matter in hand, "Prince Hector, is he a good warrior as they say?"

"One of the best of all the Trojans" He smiled slightly. "Some would say... he's better than all the Greeks."

Achilles smiled as he spit out the fresh water in his mouth. He understood perfectly what Odysseus was doing. One of the biggest defects of the son of Peleus was his great pride.

"And his sister? Princess Alessandra. She's so good as him?" Patroclus asked once curiously don't knowing how he was doing Achilles into temptation.

"One of the best warriors I've seen fighting. The first time I saw her in action I thought I was seeing an Amazon. "

Achilles downloaded and shrugged, still a little indifferent. He respected the women who fought, but he knew none was outcast for him.

"You heard the stories about her?" Odysseus looked at Achilles.

"They say she's beautiful." Commented Achilles.

"Oh yes." Odysseus agreed. "Who gave Helen the title of most beautiful woman in the world made a mistake. I was delighted when I found her for first time."

Patroclus helped a little further: "They say she has an unusual colored eyes. Is true?"

"Completely. I've never seen eyes like that one. " He sighed slightly, and looked at the air as if in within a memory "Her eyes are brown ..."

"What color so unusual." Achilles interrupted contemptuously, who had blue eyes. The most beautiful blue eyes existed.
"You don't let me finish, my friend. Don't be so impatient. "Odysseus chuckled. "Her eyes are brown-red. And when she's on the battle, the red dominates almost completely the brown. "He informed.

"Impossible." Disagreed Patroclus.

"That Zeus hit me with one of his rays right now if what I say isn't the truth." Odysseus was not offended. "Some say ... And I believe completely, that she was blessed by Ares. In fact, the stallion she rides into battle was a gift from the god himself."

Now that completely caught the attention of Achilles. It would be possible? There would be a mortal woman's favorite of the god of war?

"What else can you tell us about her?" Asked the warrior.

"Well..." Only those who weren't aware don't notice the slight smile Odysseus carried. "She has a fire inside her."

"A fire?" Patroclus's eyebrows rose almost to the hairline.

Odysseus nodded changing the helmet to the other arm. "Oh yes, it's a flame that ignites when she's in action that makes she unstoppable. Only when her last enemy is falling is that the flame slows down but never goes out. "He shrugged, feigning a tone that suggested that he would say next had no importance, when in reality had it all. "They say that many men have tried to be her suitors, but nobody was capable of such a thing." He made a short dramatic pause and looked into the eyes of Achilles. "They say she's can't be controlled."

And he would lie if he said he wasn't deeply pleased to note the look of blond warrior get shimmering of interest and ... could be... challenge? Odysseus waited, but Achilles said nothing besides acquiring a thoughtful expression.

"Even if your cousin doesn't come, I hope you'll join us. We could use a strong arm like yours."

Achilles raised his wooden sword, placing it between Odysseus and Patroclus: "Play your tricks on me, but not my cousin."
"You have your swords, I have my tricks." Odysseus had a smile in the face. "We played with the toys the gods give us." He lost his smile as he continued. "We sail for Troy in three days."

He climbed a few stairs to get away, but unexpectedly stopped and looked over his shoulder at the two cousins who still looked at him. "This war will never be forgotten." And calling for another try ... "Nor will the heroes who fight in it."

And that was enough to awaken the beast within the warrior.


Achilles's head was flooded with information and problems. He should go, fight for a man who had no honor and who he couldn't stand, or he should stay in Phtia, the land he loved deeply? It was easy to tell that he would always choose his land over that pig who called himself king. Even so, the next morning he walked the dirt roads so well known to each other, and went to the beach where in the distance stood the slender figure of his mother standing in the sand.

Thetis was picking shiny shells when her child reached. He entered the crystal clear water, and at the same time Thetis said: "I knew they would come for you. Long before you were born, I knew they would come." She looked at Achilles. She was still as beautiful as a day out, despite her white lock of hair and wrinkles in the face. "They want you to fight in Troy."

Achilles said nothing, instead, watched his mother turn back. "I'm making another seashell necklace. Like the ones I made you when you were a boy. Do you remember?"

Her child also picked up a shell. "Mother... Tonight, l decide..."

Thetis got a close semblance to anything.

"If you stay in Larissa..."Their land was called Larissa sometimes."...you will find peace. You will find a wonderful woman, you will have sons and daughters, and they will have children. And they will love you. When you are gone, they will remember you. But when your children are dead, and their children after them, your name will be lost..." She took a few steps forward.. "If you go to Troy, glory will be yours. They will write stories about your victories for thousands of years! The world will remember your name. But if you go to Troy, you will never come home... "She stroked his face gently, despite her countenance be sad."... for your glory walks hand-in-hand with your doom. And I shall never see you again.

Achilles didn't answer.

"You've decided." She realized looking in her son's eyes. He again didn't say a word and so, with her eyes set on the face and features of Achilles, Thetis ended. "Your choice will bring more than you wished initially."

And then the Achilles decision was made, and days later it was at his ship black candle, dressing armor, surrounded by his men and in the way to Troy.

On the way to his destiny.