Achilles woke from a pleasant sleep that morning. He walked out side of his bedroom still stretching out his arms. He threw on a robe and walked down stairs. He grabbed a spear and sword for defense when he went outside. He decided he was to go and see his cousin Patroclus. Patroclus wasn't just Achilles' cousin, he was his best friend. Achilles tried his best to train Patroclus everyday in swordsmanship and battle. Patroclus was growing better by each heartbeat.
Achilles walked down stairs and went to open the door to check the winds. He opened the door and saw at least 30 men each with the proper attire and weapons for war, and all on horses, all except for 1, who walk forward and unraveled a scroll, cleared his throat and began to speak as he read from the scroll.
"You, Achilles of Greece, are being called to Troy by Priam, King of Troy." The man cleared his throat again and was ready to speak again when Achilles cut in.
" You dare come on my property? I don't care if your king Priam wants to speak with me; I want no business with him. Unless he has something to offer me, there will be no meeting."
The man drew his finger across the scroll poked the paper and exclaimed "Here it is!" Then he cleared his throat once again and said,
"You will receive 5 slaves and gold if you attend"
He snapped the parchment shut and stared at Achilles. Achilles was deep in thought, he could use a few more slaves to do the gardening, and the gold couldn't hurt him. He was going to do it.
"Tell your king Priam that I will be in Troy in 3 days, no more not less, so he must be ready."
"Yes sir"
They began to leave but just as the man with the scroll turned his back Achilles began to speak again.
"Your Guards will have to tell your king a message, I will come but I mean business if he attempts to trick me in any way, I will do to him what I have done to you."
The man looked confused; he cocked an eyebrow up in puzzlement and said,
"But sir, you haven't done anything to me."
He had spoken to soon. Achilles lifted the spear by his side and in a motion almost too fast to see he threw the spear strait between the mans two eyes. The man dropped to the ground and lay motionless. Blood spilled from what was once his head. The guards stared in amazement; they didn't even think it was coming.
"You bastard he has done nothing to you!"
"That was a warning; I will give you one more. Leave now or I can promise you that you will never get the chance to give your king the message."
Each guard and his horse pranced off, they could not imagine why their king would ask to meet with a man so brutal and unjust. Well I guess they would just have to wait and see.