Forbidden Gods
XII. Three Months Later
Three months past after the night when Paris gave up on Achilles, but Achilles didn't give up on Paris. News of the new prince spread rabidly like a forest fire and reached to his lands. Every time he heard people gossiped rumors of the prince having secret powers or that he killed Helen, Achilles smiled to himself; the only one knowing the truth.
When the promise was struck between the two, Achilles devoted every movement to pursue that promise. Nights past by with Achilles pouring his mind so that there would be no mistakes to flair any tragedy. The last time he saw Paris was memorable and in some ways being with him transformed him into someone like himself. He wasn't isolated any more and became a humanitarian in sort of a way. He still had visits with his humorist king, Odysseys. But the last time he associated with his friend before going after Paris was one he will forget. "You may not have changed on the outside warrior, but if one can look into the interior of yourself they would see a change." The fair king looked into Achilles for a truthful answer. "What are you doing?"
He can tell the truth to him. Its' his best friend and he won't dare rat on him if he knew. "I am going to do something drastic." Alright maybe I won't tell him just yet. This wasn't the answer Odysseys was looking for. "Wow." He replied sarcastically. "That's unique coming from you who is like a fictional being in this age." "I am just going to do something that you may try to stop me if you've known." He stood in his place with his arms crossed.
There was no emotional sign in his face that Odysseys could see to foreshadow what he will do. He never did anyway, so what's so different this time. "You are a inquisitive fellow you know that?" Achilles chucked, loosing up his posture.
Before he prepared his travel to get back his prince, that meeting ran through is mind again. What am I doing? He thought to himself. Here I am to get back someone that I haven't met in 3 months. What if he won't remember me? What if he changed? Worry crept in his mind, and it build the more he got closer to Agamemnon's capital.
Back at the city Agamemnon was preparing to leave for a council meeting not far away. "I won't be gone long Paris. Just enough to hear a certain king bitch about getting more gold from me, and on and on." He helped his servants pack his important belongs in cases. Looks like Paris' presence even made Agamemnon more unselfish to the things around him. "But father when can I come along with you to meetings." He asked, already calling him father. The Trojan War soon disappeared in Paris' mind. "When Menelaus' anger towards you diminishes. He still does not like you very much." I don't think that bastard will like me at all, much less then very much.
When Agamemnon left the city gates it was Paris' moment to play. As time went on, he became his same old self that started the war by becoming again interested in the inquisitive opposite sex, or women. And men just as well.
Achilles was now traveling with a group of players, also disguised as one. He would use this cover to enter the palace and leave with Paris unnoticed. The landscape molded from a rural countryside to a diverse city. The individualistic characteristics of the place would give him more of an advantage to weave out of the city without any slow guards following them. Everything was setup perfectly; all he needed was Paris to accomplish it.
"We are in the gates." One of the players whispered as they neared a large flamboyant building that towered over them.