Since then I haven't slept alone. I've always had someone beside me. On the ship people began to be nicer to me, but only because they learned that I was the Myrmidon leader. Those who I didn't own still weren't kind at all. I was surprised that I didn't have my own boat, when Agamemnon must've known the Myrmidons would soon find their true leader.

There were about one hundred people on this boat. It was the biggest after all. It was shared by Agamemnon, Odysseus, Menelaus and the favourites from their individual armies. A dozen of my hundred Myrmidons were aboard also. I knew I was kept on this ship because it had the finest warriors on it. They would never let me get away. I was under the King's eye.

I had only met the King once, and that was when I was taken from Skyros. Since then I have avoided him. I have done well, having been on this ship five days now.

When I next saw him he wasn't alone. I was in a room with Patroclus, we were talking together on the bed and he told me of my father, Peleus. He had seen more of him then I ever had.

Then Patroclus leaned forward and kissed me, a lot gentler than Phoenix was. I let him kiss me but didn't kiss him back. I really wasn't in that kind off mood. Plus, I had got all the love I needed, as I had shared more than a few beds in these five days.

Then the door flew open, like it so often does when I hope it doesn't. In walked Agamemnon and Odysseus, king of Ithaca. I turned my head away from Patroclus to glare at the intruders. I raised an eyebrow perfectly. I had had an awful lot of practise the past week.

"Ah, we've been looking for you everywhere son of Peleus. Come with us now." The king of kings spoke loudly and confidently. I couldn't believe my ears.

"Who do you think you are?" I shouted.

"I am the King! And it will do you good to learn of it and obey my orders!" I rolled my eyes and groaned.

"Get out of here! You are interrupting." The king laughed.

"What exactly am I interrupting Prince? Another show of vulgar behaviour? I suggest you start to get friends another way Prince. If you haven't already then I am sure you'll catch some disease from these men! What would your father say to see you behaving like this? Selling yourself!"

I jumped up furious.

"How dare you! I am not selling myself as you so callously put it!"

"So you're doing this for fun? Well that proves exactly what I think of you. How many soldiers have you exactly slept with during your small week here? All of them?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My head pounding from anger, I dived at my enemy and punched him till I was pulled off by half a dozen of his protectors. Crying from fury I screamed aloud, only to be hit in the jaw by several strong hands.

"You…beast! You fiend!" I cried through the fingers clamping my mouth shut. I was sagging in their arms, desperately trying to attack the man who had so viciously insulted me and my honour. They held my arms and back and neck, I couldn't move. One of them suddenly grabbed hold of the front of my shoulder length blonde hair, pulling it back displaying my face until I screamed.

"Get off," I wailed but they held me tighter, laughing at me until stray tears rolled down my face. They seemed to find this even funnier. My face was red with fury and my cheeks were burning hot.

The evil king before me laughed and turned on his heel, gesturing that his men should take me along. I tried so hard to break free, but I was dragged along the corridors screaming until people woke up and came outside to hear what had woken them. Embarrassed now that crowds had formed to watch my childish display of temper, I shut up and let them take me to the King.

Once I had calmed down they gave me the opportunity to shake them off and walk by myself. I did so.

However, they kept a firm grip on my shoulders and elbows, making sure that I couldn't escape. I was furious that there was nothing I could do. It wasn't so much that I didn't want to see the king; I just didn't want them to know that I couldn't do anything about it, even if I wanted to.

We entered a big room on the ship, I presume that it was Agamemnon's as it was covered with fine material and jewellery. I was forced into a wooden chair and men stood around me, pushing down on my shoulders.

I rolled my eyes and forced out a laugh. There are usually too ways I can get to people. I either laugh at them or I scowl and get really grumpy. This was an occasion where I just wanted to be grumpy, but I knew that it wouldn't get me anywhere.

"Are you so frightened of me King Agamemnon, that you would have a dozen of your finest warriors here purely to protect you from my wrath?" I laughed again. The King frowned and the people holding me pinched and pushed even harder. Agamemnon started to wander round the room.

"I am not frightened," he insisted. I rolled my eyes. "You are insolent Achilles. It is typical of you to behave like this. I bring you on this ship to fight for your people and you mooch around and sulk all day, threatening anyone who crosses your path!" The king was shouting at me now. "You are nothing but a solemn adolescent! I should gash your throat!"

Welling up with anger I frowned. I raised my head back, displaying my brown neck suggestively.

"Go on then." I said as he advanced on me. "Slit my throat; prove to all the men around you what a great King you are! Be rid of the needless teenager who depresses you so much!" I didn't even laugh I was so furious. I could see his blood pulsing, his cheeks reddening with anger. He moved towards me and brought a silver dagger out from its baldric. He held it to my throat and if I hadn't interrupted I could have sworn he would have ended my life. Achilles would have been helpless for once.

"Go on Your Majesty! Try to fight in Troy without me! You doubtless think you could succeed without the son of Peleus, so please, suit yourself!" I held my head back even further, my soft neck begging to be cut. After saying that though, I knew he wouldn't do it. I could see how much he longed to kill me, probably more than Priam himself. He had my life in his hands, yet I had never felt so powerful.

I really did laugh aloud when he halted; thinking whether or not he should kill me. He was desperate to. He wanted to prove to me that he really was a powerful king, who didn't need a child to fight for him, but he wasn't fooling anyone. He knew as well as I did that he needed me to win the war.

He placed the steel against my neck and I presumed it was a warning.

But then I felt a wicked pain sore through my throat, like it was on fire. Then I realised in horror that he had slit my throat. I began to panic, terrified that I would drown in my own red blood. He must've seen the fear in my eyes because he laughed.

"Don't worry, Prince; you aren't going to die today. The wound is shallow."

I was relieved, but suddenly even more furious that he had found a way to get the better of me in that situation. I thought that I would come out of that as the victor and he would look really stupid. Ha!

I felt the blood trickle down my neck and onto my chest, staining my white top with red impurities.

It was a horrible type of pain. It was cold and frightening.

The men let go of me, letting me fall to the floor as they followed their laughing King out of the room. I curled up and pulled a hand up to my swollen neck, feeling the inflamed wound. It was shallow like he'd said but it cut my soul.

I stood up and ran to the door, frightened that I would be locked in. I pulled it and luckily it opened. I walked outside cautiously and went back to the deck. Patroclus would soon leave when he realised I wasn't returning. Wandering around the deck I took a look around me. Over to the stern I saw one of the people who had held me helpless to the chair. He had dark features, brown hair and chocolate eyes. I had noticed him before when he was dragging me down the corridor. I hadn't noticed any of the others, but he caught my eye. He was very handsome, I guessed thirty two.

Despite my obvious attraction to him he made my blood boil. He had been looking over the side of the boat in peaceful admiration when he caught me staring. I walked to him.

"How is your throat?" he asked, sounding generally concerned. He lent forward to look but I jumped back.

"It's fine," I said despite the agonising sting. He nodded.

"Are you sure? I'm sorry I did that to you." I laughed.

"Your not in the slightest bit sorry!" I frowned. "But it…it doesn't hurt anyway." I lied and shrugged off his sympathetic hand.

"Why do you push me off?" He asked. The question stunned me.

"I…Because you hurt me." I couldn't tell whether he was upset or not.

"I didn't want to."

"You didn't even let me move!" He shrugged.

"I'm sorry. I have to do what a King says." I couldn't believe him. I felt like crying so hard. Some tears rolled down my cheek.

"No. Please don't cry. I'm sorry." He picked up a cloth and began to dab at the wound. I hit him in the face, so hard and fast that I barely saw it myself. He was leaning against the side of the boat and consequently almost went tumbling into the sea. Blood sprayed me from him lip as it burst at the force of my punch. When regained his balance he glared at me with such hatred that it shocked me. The way he looked at me...

"I really don't want to have to hurt you!" He whispered. He spat blood out of his mouth and it landed on the floor beside my feet.

"Oh try me!" I shouted as I hit him again. Revenge is sweet, but like they say probably best served cold. I didn't care for sayings in my vulnerable state though.

After recovering from my second punch he grabbed hold of my neck. Suddenly new pain soared through my body like fire. I clutched his arm as he held on to my neck, gasping through the pain of the wound opening. My eyes where wide as I thrashed and kicked him with my feet. He took each blow but didn't let go of my throat, forcing my legs to collapse.

I wasn't kneeling but I wasn't standing. My arms were reaching up, scratching his as I tried to shake myself free.

Being low down however, gave me a definite advantage. I let go of his arm and threw out another punch right between his legs. He groaned but didn't throw me to the ground like I thought he would. Instead he lifted me, spun me and banged my back into the side of the boat. I cried in pain as my spine felt like it was snapping. He leant me further and further over the side of the boat until my feet were higher than my head.

Laughing spitefully at each other we stared into each others eyes. I was in pain, true, but I knew this battle was already won by me. My mind worked in a way that none other could understand. Instead of situations I saw opportunities. And I had one right now.

Taking no more time to consider, not that I had considered much as I usually acted without thought, I lunged at him with my left ankle, catching the ribs surrounding his heart. As I landed like a cat on my feet I heard the loud crack.

He screamed in empty agony as he fell to the floor, his broken ribs crushing his slowing heart. I had known it was a death blow but it was what Achilles did.

I walked to his side, looking pityingly at his terrified eyes.

"Now I'm sorry." I said as I crouched beside him, stroking his chocolate hair. I rested his head no my lap smiling as I did.

And then it hit me. I had killed this man. He was going to die because of me. It was funny how it made me feel stronger, like his life was adding to my own.

I had people crowding now, watching me intently as I played with the man's hair until his life left him. When he was dead I pushed him off me and stood. Looking around me I saw the men, Myrmidons, Ithacans, Spartans- the best fighters from each, looking at me. They were staring, frightened, confused, in admiration. No one whispered while I tossed my hair and pushed my way out of the circle.

On the way out someone grabbed my arm and pulled my back.

"What have you done?" The person shouted at me. I glared at him. Suddenly, with shocking force he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my head towards the dead man, like he was forcing me to see something.

"Look at what you have done!"

Pushing away from him I frowned.

"Would you like to join him, obnoxious man?" I shouted back. I tried to run off again but he held on tightly to my arm.

"You shame us." He spat.

"But I shall bring you honour. The lives I shall take on these ships will be paid for in Trojan blood, you shall see!"

With that I left them, pondering over my statement.