A/N: First off, let me say that, although I loved the movie, it was extremely different from how the real story went. I could spend countless hours telling you all how Achilles never entered the city of Troy, Briseis was not a priestess (nor cousin to Paris and Hektor-I believe), and numerous other things, but I won't. In fact, despite my passion for Greek mythology, I'm probably going to screw up the story even more in this fanfiction.

Now, for those of you who want to read nothing but Achilles/Briseis romance, this might disappoint you. My story will have plenty of Paris/Helen and Andromache/Hektor. And both Briseis and Achilles will be predominate characters, however their love won't be for each other. But I'm going to ask you all to read my story anyway. If you like it, let me know. If you don't, give me a writing skill or something along those lines that I should improve. DON'T tell me how much I butchered the story of the Iliad or how that 'couldn't' have happened'. Believe me, I know more about the Iliad than I should. And I am intentionally messing it up. Changing a story, making it what you want it to be is what fanfiction is all about.

Now I'm done with my A/N and I hope you all enjoy the story I've put together. Please let me know your thoughts on it. If I sounded too harsh in the A/N, I'm sorry. Please don't take offense.

Prologue

A history in which every particular incident may be true may on the whole be false. Thomas Babington Macaulay

Most history is guessing, and the rest is prejudice. Will and Ariel Durant, Our Oriental Heritage

History is merely gossip. Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

The past actually happened but history is only what someone wrote down. A. Whitney Brown, The Big Picture

Many believe history to be fact, rather than fiction. But who can perfectly describe events for which they were not present?

The Trojan War. Most believe it was an Achaean victory. It is said that the great warrior Achilles, the Indestructible, defeated the Trojan's prized fighter and prince, Hektor. And in return, the warrior was killed by a less than commendable foe, Paris.

None of it is true.

How do I know? Because I was there. You think you know my history... you don't know anything. There was far more to the story than the fool Homer would have had you believe. But I can't blame him for his deception. He is, after all, merely Greek. And his story, The Iliad, could not be farther from the truth.

You've heard his story, now hear mine. I cannot force you to believe either one, but think on this: Homer lived long after the war had ended and the warriors had died out. He wrote a history, I was history.

I was a princess of Troy, loyal daughter to King Priam and loving sister to Paris, Hektor, and Helenus.

I am Cassandra and this is my story, the real story.