Forbidden Gods

XI. Promised

The ship docked at the city's port in the early morning, and Achilles and Paris were the only two on board to leave. The rest of the men grabbed their things and rushed out to meet what they left behind ten years before. It was only a matter of time when the ships arrival was alerted to the king for him to send his guards out to claim his newly acclaimed prince. Paris spent his last minuets in Achilles' arms, savoring the moment of being together for the last time.

He often shuddered to calm himself down, for the tears were not holding back this time. For the longest time, Achilles was on the verge of crying with him. He bit his tongue and held them back, making his throat stiff and sour to swallow in his sadness. "Do you think we will ever see each other again?" Paris asked melancholy. Achilles didn't want to answer it. He suspected it would be never, but he kept a positive attitude. He rested his cheek on Paris' head and sighed. "We will. I will visit you as often as I can." It didn't make sense to Paris, and knew he was lying. Achilles loathed the presence of Agamemnon so much, that if he had visited the king more then once every two years, anyone that knew the relationship of the king and hero would suspect he had not come to see his faithful king. It would be murder for him and Paris as well if their love was to ever be discovered. Paris has been getting that a lot this past decade.

From the conversations' pause, Achilles gave up on lying because Paris already knew the truth. "Just don't get yourself killed in any up coming duels... So that I know your okay." Achilles didn't want to talk this anymore and didn't answer. He held Paris tighter so he wouldn't go away, but he would eventually. When the guards were be heard approaching, Achilles would have to let go of Paris and accept he is not his anymore and never will be. No, it can't be. He thought. Achilles always got his things his way, and in some situations he is more spoiled then the prince or any in the matter. He cleared his voice, making it stronger to state the point.

"Let's make a promise." He proposed. Paris was eager to know what he was thinking and shifted his position to look into Achilles' eyes. "You will only have to stay in that palace for just a short while. Just enough time for me to get everything settled." Paris was beginning to worry that Achilles was making a stupid decision. "Settled for what?" he asked more concerned. "At night, I will take you away from Agamemnon and you can live with me. Just us together without anyone breaking us apart again." It was just like Paris feared; he'd seen this thing happen before. "No!" he broke away from Achilles to cross to the other side of the room. He not heard this type of thing done, but worse, he has committed it. This was the same situation that him and Helen have played, and look where they ended up with. A lost great city overtaken, his family murdered, his cousin raped and killed, his love Helen taking her own life, and him having to face a life as the enemy he so much hated.

He knew this was going to end badly, and he was even surprised that Achilles, who was wiser, was the one thinking it possible to complete without any sacrifices. Achilles got up, "But this time we will make them believe you are dead. Like you killed yourself. No one will think that you've ran away, because they have no idea who would help you in the matter." Paris spun around to prove his point. "Yes they do! They always find you!!...It just takes one eye, one ear or one slip of a stone to get you caught. And don't you think we won't because we will!! And they will kill all you loved and owned before they take what they want after they take you..." His face was burning up with frustration, and anguish fell from his eyes in tears.

Achilles still didn't see how on earth they would be caught. He ran the plan over and over again, and could not see any flaws. He still wasn't getting it and Paris could see it. He dropped himself on the floor back up against the wall. He was tired of love and wish that he would have be more involved in any aspect in life then love. It was killing him slowly and it would seal his fate. Achilles knelt down beside him, fingering Paris' bangs out of his eyes. "I will not leave you to turn into a corrupted king like Agamemnon. We'll have a note to leave behind to better prove the case that you've killed yourself. Then ride out to my home covering our tracks along the way. And if that fails in anyway, I will come back for you again...If you stay here both of us will die, because I can't live without you." Paris turned his head in disbelief towards Achilles. No lies were in his eyes this time.

The prince kissed Achilles deep and slow, which was a sign that Paris gave into Achilles' plan and that he was going to go through with it.