Hi! I've decided Achilles will be coming this chapter. So sit back and enjoy!
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Chapter 3
'So, are you sure this is the right path for you?' said King Priam, in the palace. Briseis had just informed him of her being a priestess. The old man sighed, and continued, 'anyway, there's no way of returning now. Am I right?' Briseis nodded tentatively, not sure about what her uncle's reactions might be. But instead of disappointment, the old king smiled. 'I see that the young men in Troy will be very disappointed.' When Priam saw his niece was bewildered by his words, he told her to meet her cousins outside. Leaving himself in the room with his own thoughts (about the destruction Helen would bring, of course.).
So Briseis obeyed, and went outside to meet Hector and Paris.
Paris was the first one greeted by her. He gave her a bear hug, and praised, 'Briseis, my lovely cousin, your beauty grows with each new day.' Briseis smiled and thanked him.
'Briseis!' this time was Hector calling. She smiled and hugged him warmly, as she could see there was worry written over her dear cousin's face. Hector studied her robe. 'Oh, servant of Apollo now?' he said, his expression now replaced by surprised.
King Priam chose this moment to walk into the scene. 'Young men in Troy will be devastated when they find out our dear Briseis has chosen the virgin robes.' The group laughed.
'Briseis, dear cousin, I want you to meet someone.' Paris said a bit shyly. It was unusual for him to be shy. Briseis knew at the moment that this person Paris wanted her to meet would not be anyone who could do good to Troy. A woman slowly stepped forward from behind Paris and nodded to Briseis. 'Briseis, she is Helen of... of... Troy.'
Helen! Helen the Fair Cheeks! Yes. She knew it the moment she saw Helen. Helen's beauty was breathtaking. There was no excuse for Paris falling for this woman. Briseis smiled and welcomed this woman, 'Helen, welcome to Troy. You will always find peace in this city.' Briseis kept on smiling. But she knew her smile would look unnatural on her face as realization came to her: Helen belonged to Sparta. She was King Menelaus' wife...
Paris and Helen walked away, as Paris wanted to introduce Helen to many others.
Briseis turned to Hector immediately, and whispered anxiously, 'Is that Helen the Fair Cheeks? Is she not Queen Helen of Sparta? Why is she here? She would bring only destruction to the city!'
Hector nodded, his brows furrowed. 'I didn't even know until we were near to the coast of Troy. I had thought of shipping her back to Sparta, but I could not let my brother die.' Hector said calmly, wanting to soothe the anxiousness of Briseis. 'But you need not worry about this. I can handle it.' He smiled at her, and continued, 'now go back to the temple of Apollo and pray for the sake of Troy.'
Then Briseis drove back to the temple slowly, still worried, uncertain of the path lying in front of her. In the next few days, she prayed, for the sake of Troy and her own city, Thebe. And she hardly found that the life in temple was boring. Yes, the life in temple was very plain, but when she prayed, she would forget about everything, except for the sake of Troy and Thebe.
This day, when she was praying with the priest, she heard a strange bell. Although it was strange, she recognized it at once. It was the warning bell of Troy. She had once heard it when she was in the palace of Thebe, when Troy was attacked by another country.
She tensed and she could hear the Trojans were hurrying back into the city of Troy, while the Trojan soldiers were preparing to defend the city. She looked out from the back of the temple, and she could see there were many ships heading to the coast, still quite far away. But she was sure there were more than a thousand of them. If the war should start, she knew Troy would never win the war.
Perhaps with the help of Thebe, Troy would manage to drive the Greeks away from the city.
Sure the Greeks had already came in sight of the coast, as they were making a race of it, she could see the rowers quickening the oar beat, thrusting their ships through the water, each eager to come first to land. The race was won by one ship which stands out within the whole thousands of ships, as this ship had a black sail. She saw that the Trojan warriors were already well-prepared for the great war-host.
'Lady, I think we should hide.' Said one of the priests.
Briseis looked around her. The temple was very simple, there wasn't any place to hide. The searched the temple again, and could not find Chryses. 'Where is Uncle Chryses?' she asked, as worry took over her.
'Lady, he is sick today. He had stayed in the city of Thebe. And now stop worrying about your uncle. Please, you must hide.' Said the old priest.
You must hide. What does that mean? Will the priest hide too? 'What does this mean? I must hide? How about you?' Briseis demanded, not wanting to leave the priest in danger.
The priest reached statue, and revealed a hiding spot. The hiding spot was small, and told Briseis to hide. Briseis shook her head, and said, 'Please, you must hide, tell Hector to save me. As I know the Greeks would not kill me.' She pushed the oldest man of the temple into the hiding spot, and pushed the trapdoor shut.
An unfamiliar strong voice was suddenly heard, 'Take what you want from the temple.' And now, the Greeks, all in black armors, were flooding into the temple. Taking the gold and everything that was worth of gold. The two priests had tried to stop them, screaming about how they would offend the Sun God, but the Greeks paid no attention to them. And with a flash of light from the sword of the Greeks, the two priests were dead.
Briseis screamed, and rushed to the dead bodies of the priests. She was furious. The priests were unarmed, and would do no harm to anyone. Why do they have to kill them? Why were they so cruel?
'May the Sun God Apollo punish you all!' Briseis yelled with all her strength.
Silence took over the temple, and the Greeks had stopped the sacking of the temple for a moment.
A Greek soldier grabbed her wrists, and laughed out loud, 'Look, this little beautiful priestess is telling her god to punish us. What should be her punishment?' Briseis struggled hard, trying to free herself.
Another Greek soldier suggested slyly, 'I see we take her right here...'
Another Greek soldier with very pale blue eyes said, 'No, we take her to Achilles. He leads us to this victory today. This priestess is very good- looking, she is a good war prize for him.'
The Greeks quieted immediately, and seemed to obey this blue-eyed soldier.
So, the Greeks grabbed her by her arms and started to head to the ships. Briseis kicked all the way to the Greek camp, struggling with all her strength to free herself from the firm grips of the Greeks. 'You should not behave like this in front of Achilles,' said the blue-eyed Greek soldier, 'Achilles is not a patient warrior.'
Briseis was tied to a post of a tent, which no doubt, belonged to none other than the great warrior Achilles himself. She was tied to a post, and the blood-strained material was very irritating. The Greeks had tied her so tight that she thought her hand had gone numb.
'Stay here little girl. Achilles will be back soon.'
Once the Greeks were out of the tent, Briseis tried to wiggle her hand free. But the struggle only made her wrists raw and scratched. But the tie was a bit loosened, and she felt better then.
Briseis closed her eyes and rested for a moment. It was then she realized that she had never been so tired. She let her eyes drooped slowly and drifted into a slumber...
'My lord,' The voice of the blue-eyed Greek warrior woke her up with a start. 'I've got something to show you.'
Briseis' eyes popped open. She looked up and saw a man with blond hair poking his head into the tent, looking at her. She looked away immediately.
'Our men found her in the temple, I thought she will amuse you.' The blue- eyed Greek said again, and the unknown man, that she was sure he was Achilles, walked into the tent.
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