Forbidden Gods
X1X. Love's Sacrifice
Achilles got dressed as quick as he could, but he only managed to get on his skirt while Paris was fully clothed. They could hear the solider talking with the players.
"Where are you heading off to?" The old man was shaking with fear and did not look at the solider once as he told his tale. "We're just coming back from a party at a lord's house and now we are returning home. It's none of your business where we are going to and I demand why you ask?" Surprisingly the old man stretched to his full height, and seems the dangers of it all brought out his youthful self. Just like in the old days. He thought. "My king's prince has been kidnapped and under orders we must check every thing that is going out of the city...If you don't mind?" He motioned towards the wagon.
"Their going to check us! Achilles, if your caught it would be the death of you!" "No, stay here! I can cut them up in a matter of seconds. We've got this far, we're not turning back!" He began to take his sword out and waited for them to open the flap.
No! There are too many for him to kill, and it's bound for one of them to cut him down like a dog. He's blinded by his own pride! Why can't he see the other option as clear as I can! Panic gripped Paris and it was hard to breathe. His stomach wound itself in a knot and he felt he was going to vomit from the anticipation of it all. When the shadow of the solider came into view, all sanity cracked in Paris. He grabbed Achilles by the chin and gave him his last passionate kiss. Achilles was bewildered that Paris wanted to kiss at a time like this. But when he moved away to see the terror in Paris' dark orbs fear transitioned into his. "No!" But it was too late.
Paris slipped out of Achilles' hands and out of the wagon. Achilles tried to come after him, but he was pushed with such force that he had no idea Paris could posses and fell back. He heard Paris present himself to the guards and explaining his action. Move!! Go after him, get up Achilles. Get up! But he never did. Paris would want me to stay behind and give himself to the dogs for my sake.
"No bother going through the wagon, I'm here." Paris lifted his arms as if it all was a game that the youth would play when bored. "My lord Paris! We thought you taken!" The solider jumped down from his horse and knelled before Paris. "Why are you with these people?" "That's mine and Agamemnon's business! Now if you please, I am going back to the palace. Leave these people be, they had no idea of my presence." One of the soldiers offered Paris a ride and off he went. As he looked back, Achilles was in plain view, but his face was vague. He couldn't see the pain he had inflicted in order to save his life.
All hopes were crushed when Paris gave Achilles that last kiss. That forbidden kiss. He fell on his knees and began talking to himself. "I give up." "My lord, we must leave now." The old man came to Achilles aid and tried to lift him up, but he pushed him away. "Leave me a horse and I'll be grateful to all of you always. Thank you for taking me, but now I'll stay here for a while to...think." He held his tears in and already his voice was crackling. They left him there, on the plain, with only Apollo's rays upon him to keep him company. "I can't even cry or scream from what has happened. Why do this Aphrodite. To jealous that you can't have him!!" He cursed at every god and every king, especially Agamemnon, even Helen for taking his Paris away. All except him.
When there was no one left to blame, he saw that it was his fault. "I should have never loved Paris. I should have never come to Troy in the first place... Long I have craved to be remembered by all, now I just care that one will remember me." A knowingness flooded his hear, and Achilles felt that someday, somewhere on this Earth or beyond it, he will meet Paris again.
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