Jazz-Skywalker thanks for your review it's really appreciated and so sweet, also thanks to Dana and thanks to Christian something cause even though you don't like it at least you didn't decide to go psycho on the review. Thanks to all those who aren't going crazy. To those of you who keep reading after you have decided you hate the story, realise that you don't have to read it! I get the fact that they are an odd couple but so is Briseis and Achilles, because Achilles is a murderer whoever he ends up with and Briseis would be hooking up with someone who murdered her cousin. Many other writers have covered that couple, so I'm doing this couple. If you want me to do a separate Briseis and Achilles fic then ask, don't threaten me, its stupid. Also thanks to Jalis, you're nice about your opinion and haven't gone into psycho mode because you don't like the couple, thank you. This is the last instalment in this story, I won't change unless asked politely and I won't delete it. Thank you for reading. Luvs and hugsxxx.

Paris let go of the arrow and watched it sail through the air and into Achilles' heal. Achilles arched in pain and turned to Paris who shot another at him, Achilles moved gracefully as he had done when dodging Hector's spear. Paris was beginning to run when Achilles approached him. With his sword to the Prince's throat he spoke lightly.

'Listen to me, this destruction you see here was in part, yours, I hope you keep that with you, I won't kill you because I want your acceptance,' Achilles let his sword drop to his side.

Paris was shocked and disgusted, 'I will never accept you and neither will the people of Troy!'

Paris said his brave words while still cowering on the floor.

'That's not true, I accept him,' Briseis said running to Achilles' side.

This was not the comfort Achilles needed and it didn't help the expression on Paris's face. Achilles steeped towards Paris.

'Look I don't need your acceptance,' Achilles turned and ran down the hallway, beckoning, Briseis followed him and Paris ran after her.

Andromache had made her way so far and there he was, Achilles had come, he had not left her. She didn't want to doubt him but she was still angry at the world. He held her close as the people ran past and to safety. At that moment as the buildings and people of Troy fell Briseis and Paris looked upon the sight that they never thought that they would have seen in a thousand years. Briseis ran towards them and hit Achilles with little force.

'What are you doing? I gave everything to you, I believed in you, I loved you,' Briseis was breaking down when there was no time to.

Andromache looked on horrified and Brieis fell to the ground in a flood of tears and broken hopes, her body and heart had been violated and they both knew that they were to blame. Andromache went to pick her up but Briseis pushed her away. Achilles picked Briseis up and moved on quickly and even though she struggled there was no time left for that. Paris went with them, he had no idea what to do, and everything was going wrong.

As the fortunate people who had made to the tunnel moved along the long way looks were passed between the royal family and the warmonger. The new life that would be built for them would always be tainted by the love that had grown. Briseis looked upon Andromache and Achilles with such violent hate. Paris looked upon his cousin, his sister in law and that murderer in shock, how could they both love him, after what he has done. Helen tried her best to steady the growing tension.

Paris had his sword ready to stab Achilles in the back, but Briseis and Andromache stood in the way. Apart from that Helen would think him even more of a weak man if he took the cowardly way and stabbed the man who killed his brother in the back. Paris knew what he had to do, as soon as they got to the neighbouring city.

The royalty that still survived entered the great city of Lyses; they were shown up to the palace of the king Thorax. A kind king but not one with whom you played games. The survivors of Agamemnon's attack on Troy settled in Thorax's city as guests.

But on that first night Achilles knew what he had to do, as his future family who resented him sat around a feast sent to their new home by Thorax. He looked out onto the courtyard and wondered how long it would take for them to try and kill him. He did not hunger for death or glory anymore, so he knew what he had to do.

As did Paris, he squeezed Helen's hand and gave her a reassuring smile, whilst throwing glances at Achilles. His back was to Paris, this would be the perfect time to strike...but he would be a coward to do so and he never wanted to be that weak ever again. Briseis sat with her head low and her face full of hatred as she played with her food. Andromache held her son upon her knee and waited for someone to speak. Achilles looked back at the table of enemies and family before walking out into the courtyard where he could give up everything he had worked for...the glory.

As he left he gave the others the chance they needed to speak.

'Don't think I won't kill him Andromache,' Paris started.

Helen kept quiet and Briseis took immediate offence.

'You wouldn't dare, you're a coward! You wouldn't even tell him that you were gonna kill him, you'd wait till he was asleep you pathetic excuse for a man!'

'Of course I wouldn't tell him! I don't pretend to be a strong man but I did love my brother and he deserves to die,' Paris was not gonna back down.

Andromache saw Helen's face of distress and chose not to keep quiet; they were talking about the fate of the man who woke her up. Stopped her dying inside when Hector was taken from her. Yes it was Achilles who did it, he took her happiness away and then restored it.

'Stop it! Many men die who don't deserve it, he has helped us and I love him, just give him a chance,' Andromache begged as she held her son tight.

'Never, as soon as I have the chance, he will die,' Paris left the room quickly and Helen followed.

Briseis' scorned face turned on Andromache, 'you do not love him! You're a whore who steals other women's men!'

'As a princess I would expect a more civil attitude when accusing another but I am not a whore and I did not choose to love him but I do and I do admit that what I feel is wrong...but I feel it...goodnight Briseis, my intention was never to hurt you,' Andromache retired to her bed chamber.

Briseis was left alone, the table of sumptuous food was barely touched and the wine hardly even sipped. She made her way to the place where Achilles had stood and saw a most disturbing sight.

Whilst the bickering had gone on Achilles had fallen to his knees and asked that the gods aid him one last time. If they did this one thing for him he would give up his name, his glory his old life to live out his new one with the woman he loves, Andromache.

The sky had opened and the gods showed themselves, his mother descended and held her son's face.

'You do not know what you are asking my son,' She said not wanting him to do this.

'It's what I have to do,' Achilles waited as the god's did as they were asked.

The light hit the world and changed the minds of many the face of Achilles was forgotten, not his name. But the real Achilles could never claim to be himself; he could never again claim the glory he had so long wanted. The men that he had killed, the women he had had would no longer know his face. The man that stood before a god was no longer the legend. Before the light could hit Briseis she screamed out.

'No, I won't forget, you can't make me,' She found herself at the table with her family and their new friend. The man who had made Andromache a happy woman once again. Briseis remembered that she loved Achilles but his face had left her and where he was had escaped her memory, as did it for Paris and Helen. Only Andromache knew whom her new husband was.

So they lived on, Achilles and Andromache were happy they had three sons and two girls, they were all told the story and some found it hard to take, but that is another story. As they had children they passed down the family secret and onto their children's children. This family secret went on for generations, but after the death of Achilles and Andromache there was no way of proving the story. As people grew up and dismissed that they were even related to the man, they died and thought it silly to pass on this family tale. And so truth became legend and Legend was lost to story, but even if the names are forgotten, the people involved and those who brought about the destruction of a civilisation, Achilles and Andromache were happy. Buried near the walls of their family home, together, upon mount Olympus and in eternity.

The End