Hey! Thanks for the reviews! Firien Inuyasha, I have changed the summary as you have advice me to. DarkFallenAngel, thank for informing me about the Fanficion Police!
So, this is chapter 4...
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Chapter 4
Achilles glanced at Briseis, and took in her image. He walked over to the washbasin, and washed his face, studying the girl's face in his mind. With only one glance, her face was already clearly printed in his mind.
She was a very beautiful girl. She had soft silky chestnut-brown hair which curls went tumbling down her shoulders loosely. Even she should have struggled and fought the Greek soldiers (at least she tried to), her hair did not seemed a bit tangled or messed. Her eyes were almond shaped, under the long, thick lashes, her orbs had the colour of hazelnut. Her lips looked full and soft, very kissable. Despite her beauty, Achilles found that there was a natural elegance in her eyes that he found her very attractive.
'What's your name,' asked the warrior, still splashing water to his face.
Briseis decided not to answer him. He had no right to know my name. He had killed too much. Too many men had died under his sword. Suddenly, the vision of the dead priests overtook her mind, and she felt she was boiling with rage.
'You killed Apollo's priests. They are just men which are unarmed, and would never hurt anyone. And you've killed them.' Briseis blurted out, not caring what the man's reactions might be.
'I didn't killed them. I only kill men who fight for their countries. Not priest,' it was said calmly. Yet without any emotions.
'Then your men did.' Briseis stated shortly. Then she added, in a mutter, 'The Archer God Apollo will have his vengeance...'
She had never expected her words to be heard, but surprisingly, Achilles heard them. He smirked and said, in a very challenging tone, 'Then what is he waiting for?'
Briseis reddened with anger. Achilles had mocked her god. 'For the right time to strike!' She snapped, not noticing the amused expression of Achilles.
Achilles smirked, and said arrogantly, 'I think your god is afraid of me...' Briseis glared at the fearless warrior, daring him to say more. To her surprise, he continued, 'If your god is having his vengeance, then where is he?'
'You are nothing but a killer. Don't you dare mock the Gods!' If Briseis had not been tied, she was sure she would have jumped up and slapped him hard on the face.
'I know more about the gods then any of the priests in your temple... I have seen them.' He said softly.
Briseis remained silent. She did not know why, but this man in front of her made her feel very uncomfortable. He didn't seemed to be like most warrior at all. He seemed...more intelligent than most of them.
Achilles bent down to study the girl carefully. This girl did not seem to be the least afraid of him, and it shocked him. 'What's your name again?' he asked, wanting to know the brave girl's name. When Briseis didn't answer, he said, 'even a priestess of Apollo should have a name.'
Briseis continued to ignore him, she held her head high, but not looking at him.
Briseis, you are a royalty, and you should always be proud of it. Show anyone that you are proud to be a royalty.
'You are royalty, aren't you?' Achilles' voice drew her attention to him. 'I can see that you've spent years talking down to men...' He smiled, took a lock of her hair, and sniff in the smell of her. 'Definite royalty.' He reached for a dagger near him, and cut the ties, freeing her hands.
Briseis knew she should not be telling Achilles her name, but it was natural for thanking him. So she gulped and told him her name.
'Tell me, Briseis,' said Achilles, and Briseis found her vision focused on his face the first time since he entered the tent. His golden locks were of shoulder length, the colour was very interesting. Briseis had never seen her people with golden locks.
'Are you afraid?' Achilles continued, not quite aware that Briseis had started to blush when she studied his eyes. Briseis had seen different people's eyes in her life, but Achilles' seemed so...different.
Sky blue? Not quite. The colour is paler... Sapphire. Briseis decided. They somehow seemed mesmerizing, but they held a type of callousness and calm which made her feel queasy when she looked at them.
Briseis nearly blurted out to him that she was very frightened, being inside her enemies' camp. But suddenly she remembered what Hector said to her when she was young, so young that the memory was blurry and indistinct: Never let anyone knows that you are frightened, let alone your enemies.
Hectors words had filled her heart with courage. Hector had always been with her when she needed help. Even his words had helped her to regain her courage. Briseis held her head high, and said, 'Should I be?'
The blue-eyed warrior decided to enter the tent at this moment, easing Briseis' nervous and bring the words, 'My lord, King Agamemnon is summoning you.'
'He can wait.' Achilles stated plainly, 'You fought well today, Eudorus.' Briseis noticed that all the way he was talking, he still stared at her...
So, that blue-eyed Greek's name is Eudorus...
Eudorus smiled kindly at Briseis, and with the last words of 'Thank you, my lord.' He left the tent.
'Why are you here? I'm sure you are not coming for Helen the Fair Cheeks. You are not fighting for Agamemnon, the High King.'
'What do men want? I'm sure you know.' Achilles said, suddenly looking upwards, 'I just want more....'
'There is no need to be afraid as long as you stay in my tent, Briseis. You're the only Trojan that can hear me saying this.' With this he stood, grabbed his sword and headed for the entrance of the tent.
Before he reached the flaps, he turned, and smiled faintly at Briseis. 'You have my word.'
Briseis sat there, unable to move although she was already freed by Achilles. She was too involved in her own thoughts: This Achilles didn't seem to be as cruel as she had learnt from the rumours. Instead, judging from the way he looked at her (and most importantly had freed her), she found him to be quite caring. He didn't seem to be the cold-blooded murderer who wouldn't even blink when killing at all.
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That's how I decided to end the chapter! How do you feel about this? Do tell me.
