Summary Continued: Briseis has given birth to Achilles' daughter, Thalia. But when Agamemnon's soothsayer has proclaimed that the fated daughter of Achilles must be sacrificed to the gods, Briseis delivers her daughter to her cousins in Troy. How can the royal Trojan family keep the daughter of Achilles safe? And what will Agamemnon take from Achilles when he discovers the child has gone?

Hi guys! This is my first attempt to write a Troy fic. It's not the usual B/A, because they have a daughter during the Trojan War. You can not honestly sit there and tell me that after 10 years, that she didn't have at least one child. Or else she used the best birth control on the face of the world...Oh well, this is set about five years after the war started...Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own anyone from Troy, but Thalia!

Chapter One: Thalia, Bringer of Flowers

"The Gods envy us..." Achilles' soft whisper resounded in Briseis's mind as she gently washed her plain white chiton. A child bounced on the bed, squealing in delight. To have an angel like this, they must. Briseis sighed before shaking her head.

"Thalia, come here." The girl smiled, bouncing off and running towards her mother.

"Mama." Thalia cried as she jumped into her mother's arms, a smile plastered on her lips. Briseis embraced her daughter, admiring her auburn colored hair and blue eyes.

"Have you been bouncing?" The child nodded vigorously, her sky colored eyes dancing with blue fire.

"Very good. Your father is coming home soon, so I need you to be on your very best behavior, do you understand me? He'll be very tired." The child of four nodded again, a toothy smile following.

"I'll go play with Patroclus, mommy." Briseis nodded before standing, the child balanced on her hip.
"Let us go watch for your father then, shall we?" With a cry of excitement, Thalia jumped from her mother's arms and raced out of the tent. Briseis sighed before chasing after her toddler.

Thalia's joyful cries reached Briseis's ears as she stepped out from the tent. The child ran through a bunch of resting seagulls, causing them to squawk and fly away in fright. She giggled before racing off towards one of the tents of the Myrmidons. Briseis gasped, tearing after the oblivious toddler. Thalia entered the tent screaming, "Hi Eudoros!" Briseis ran faster, receiving many snickers as the few relaxing Myrmidons and their woman had come used to watch the woman of Achilles chase after their child.

"Thalia!" Briseis called out to her daughter as she raced into the hut. Eudoros had a smile on his face as Thalia proceeded to ask questions faster that the wind blew, completely unaware to the linen wrappings around his head and chest. He patted the child's head in a fatherly fashion with a soft chuckle.

"You can truly be the daughter of Achilles with those types of questions." Briseis sighed and placed her hand to her forehead. The child was asking about his weapons again. She snatched Thalia around the waist, before setting her at her own.

"Forgive her, Eudoros. I had not known that she would come and disturb you with her daily inquisition." Eudoros waved off Briseis's apology.

"Nonsense, I haven't been there for a couple days to answer her questions. It would only be natural for her to come in search of those answers." He leaned against his good elbow, grunting slightly. Briseis set the child down on the floor before helping him.

"Thalia, stay in here." The girl nodded, going off to inspect the Myrmidon's various weapons.

"How are your injuries, Eudoros?"

"They hurt, but they are healing." Briseis propped some pillows behind him, helping him sit.

"What are Achilles and the Myrmidons doing?" He asked. Briseis glanced out the door before speaking.

"He said that they were going to go watch the battle. I'm glad that he is not fighting right now, not after what we went through when Thalia was just born."

"Yes, the battle came here. I remember that day. Rolling balls of fire, quite ingenious actually." Briseis raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't aware that you thought about the mechanics of the Trojan attack, grandson of Phylas." He shrugged, well, as much as he could anyways.

"When all I can do is spend each day on my back, I start thinking about odd things." Briseis snorted.

"Odd indeed."

"Ooh...Mommy, mommy, look it! His sword is so shiny I can see my face in it!" Her voice came, causing Briseis to cringe.

"One, two,-" There was a loud crash, and Thalia's scream. She came running from somewhere in a corner of the hut and clung to her mother.

"I didn't do it!" She cried, hiding behind her mother. Briseis shook her head.

"Oh? And just who did do it?" The child seemed to think about it before answering.

"Um...a monkey?" Eudoros laughed out loud before mumbling, "Ah, the monkey ploy?" Briseis stood, pressing the imaginary wrinkles out from her scarlet chiton.

"Be good while I go check the mess that you "didn't" make." Quickly maneuvering herself through the tables and chests of loot, she came upon the dropped short sword and shield.

"You would think she would learn not to touch the sword." She muttered softly to herself as she righted the shield and placed the sword back in its scabbard. Turning, she made her way back to the chattering child.

"Come on you, Eudoros needs his rest. If you keep talking to him that fast, his ear will fall off." Thalia's face went serious before horror filled.

"But mama, if his ears fell off, where would he hear my questions? His nose?" Briseis couldn't help it, she laughed as did Eudoros. Thalia had asked her question with such seriousness that it was funny. Briseis sighed as she finished laughing. She grabbed her toddler's hand and began for the door.

"I shall tell Achilles that you are well and healing?" The Myrmidon nodded. Briseis smiled.
"And I am sorry again about Thalia."

"No worries, my lady, she is like her mother; she cheers up everyone she speaks with." Briseis blushed slightly before nodding and leading her daughter out of the hut.

On the warm Trojan sands, Briseis and her daughter sat, watching the ocean. Thalia sat in between her mother's leg as she told her about the gods and pointed at the various birds that flew by. The girl would giggle before chasing after a stray blackbird that would cross their path, ending with her trying to catch it but only ending up with her getting sandy. Briseis laughed softly, glancing often to the cliffs that lined the ocean coast.

The sun's golden rays stretched across the ocean, basking her daughter and herself in Apollo's glory, as the sea mist from each crashing wave caressed her skin. Thalia's gentle giggles were soon joined by the other numerous children of the Myrmidons as their mothers waited in anticipation for their lords' return. Briseis stood, joining the women lining the beach, baskets of laundry on their hips of balanced on top of their heads. They each in turn watched their children chase after the poor birds, bent on catching one, only to let it go later. The youngest of the women of the Myrmidons cried out before dropping her basket and running.
"They have returned!" Briseis glanced at the standing woman before running, calling out for her daughter. Thalia came running, her strong, tiny feet pushing her faster than the other children. She had not had her father tuck her into bed for many nights now and she missed him. In a flurry of flying laundry and hair, at least twenty other women soon joined them, waiting anxiously at the edge of the cliffs.

As always, the children were always first to spot their father, chasing after them without worry. Thalia was no different. It was never hard for her to find her father in a crowd, for he seemed to glow, and the second she spied his flaxen colored hair, she darted after him, crying out "father!" like so many of the other children. Like routine, Achilles would pick up his screaming bunch of a daughter and bury his face in her auburn tresses, sighing, forgetting his troubles of the day or days. Briseis soon joined him, her small hands fitting over his arm as she buried her face in his shoulder. Achilles would throw his daughter up on his shoulders before embracing his woman, kissing her forehead softly, too tired for much else.

"You were gone much longer than you had said." Briseis's soft voice floated up to him as his arms wrapped around her waist.

"I know, I'm sorry." She lifted her face smiling gently, tightening her hold on him.

"I was worried." Achilles laughed, walking towards their camp, Thalia playing with his hair.

"So, was my little minx a good girl?" Thalia giggled, hugging his neck.

"Oh course!"

So, what did you guys think? Please review!! And, I did spell Eudoros's name right. I was reading the Iliad and I was like, Whoa! I've been spelling it wrong!