Ajax was Achilles cousin. Patroclus wasn't. Trust me please "priestess of the myrmidon." I love receiving reviews but it is so depressing when you just criticize me. I do know a lot about Ancient Greece, more than anyone I have ever met. I am basing my story on the real myth not the movie which was changed drastically (but it was still amazingly good wasn't it!) I hope I haven't offended you, but please don't tell people that they're wrong when you're not sure yourself.

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"Are you alright Briseis?" Tecmessa asked worried. Briseis nodded.

"I am fine…it's just a….a scratch." Tecmessa frowned.

"It's more than a scratch. You need stitches. You poor thing."

Achilles stood over in the corner. He had decided what to do even though he was sure that his efforts would be rejected.

He walked over to Briseis and he stroked her hair. Surprisingly Briseis didn't shake him off so he continued.

"I'll sew it up, if you'd like Briseis. Come inside. Quick." Achilles tried to lead Briseis inside but she shrugged him off.

"I'd rather sew it myself then let you do it," she muttered. She flinched, ready for another attack but it never came. Briseis opened her eyes and watched Achilles walk over to the tent.

"Come," he said. Briseis nodded, knowing that she needed her eyebrow tended to. She tried to follow him inside but she found it hard to walk. She put pressure on her left leg and cried out. Achilles quickly ran to her and caught her safely. She fell back in his arms despite the feelings that she presently felt. He let her learn on him as he took her inside.

Briseis held her breath. Each needed stick was more painful than the last. It cut her flesh and she cried out each time. The blood had stopped dribbling down her face now and she was handed a cloth by Tecmessa who watched. Achilles stood in front of her as she sat on the bed and when he finished sewing the wound he smiled hopelessly.

"Done," he whispered as he kissed her forehead. Briseis didn't move but she glared angrily at him. How dare he think he has been of some help, she thought. It was he who did this to me!

Briseis began to rise; now finding it a little easier to support her weight with her legs. Tecmessa ran to her aid but Briseis persisted to walk alone. She felt like a fool. Achilles had hit her and not Tecmessa. He had hit her violently like she was an enemy on the battlefield. She walked to the end of the tent and exited. Tecmessa followed her. Briseis looked back and then looked at Tecmessa.

"They've let us out!" She said in shock. "They haven't tied, restrained or ordered us." Tecmessa couldn't believe it either. She contemplated running away but memories came back.

"Shall we...?" she asked Briseis. The girl shrugged and nodded. The two girls began to walk away from the tent cautiously. When they could, they broke into a run and ran away from the place until they reached Scamander which wasn't far away. Briseis remembered her first escape plan. She remembered what Achilles told her. The only reason that Thetis had not saved her before was because she knew that Achilles would.

"Get in the water," she said to Tecmessa. She turned to face her friend. "Get in the water and don't look back. You shall be rescued. Please trust me." Briseis kissed her friend and turned to go back. Tecmessa held her hand tight.

"What about you?" she asked. "Come with me please!" Briseis shook her head.

"No, there are things that I must see to. I shall join you soon. We will be together. Please go now. Quickly." Tecmessa shook her head.

"No. Not without you." Briseis groaned.

"We have no time for this Tecmessa! Do as I say!" She turned to leave again but Tecmessa retrained her.

"I can't swim."

"Trust me!" Tecmessa nodded.

"Promise me you'll be alright. Promise that you shall come and that you'll get yourself away from this place. Find me in troy Briseis. Please don't forsake your life for mine."

"I promise. I promise. I love you Tecmessa." She hugged her friend.

"Go." And she turned and she ran back to the tent. Tears came to her eyes thinking about the future. Tecmessa will be fine, she thought as she ran. My faith tells me she shall be saved. Apollo, let her be alright and forgive me for what I am about to do. Oh Apollo, forgive me!