Chapter 3-Punishment

The Greek soldiers watched in silence as Achilles carried Briseis's body up the wooden platform. They all knew of his pain, it was plastered on his face. For all the world to see.

Achilles gently laid her body down and placed two coins on her eyes. He then stroked her cheek one last time and whispered "I love you" into her ear. He stepped back and with a torch lit the hay underneath her. Achilles whatched into only a whisp of smoke remained. By then day had brooke and the sun was high in the sky.

Achilles walked out of the city and down to the ocean, where he washed Briseis's blood off of his hands. He sat in the sand for a long time, letting the water was over his body and staring at the sea. He switched his gaze to the sun and glared angirly up at it.

"She worshiped you!" He screamed, "And what do you give her in return?! Death!"

Achilles, still steaming with anger, stood up and made his way to Apollo's temple. He had decided instead of yelling at the sun god he would destroy it's home. Even though Achilles and the Myrmidoms had ransacked the temple, the first day they had arrived on the beaches, but it still wasn't completely destroyed. The statue of Apollo's head still rested at it's feet, even after all these years. Achilles picked up the golden head and spat on it. The spittle dripped down Apollo's face when Achilles swung his powerful arm and chucked the hunk of gold into the distance. He watched it fly through the air and land somewhere far off on the beach. Punishing the god gave Achilles a sense of satisfaction, but it was brief.

Still staring at the spot where the head had landed, Achilles remembered what he had come to do. He raised his sword as he entered the building. The only light was small cracks of sunlight. Making the temple dark and gloomy. Like Achilles's heart. Blood from the massacred Priests still stained the walls. Nothing had changed. But there was still much to be destroyed. After ruining everything on the inside, Achilles planned to set fire to the building. He would enjoy every second of it. However, nothing could make up for the pain he was feeling. Nothing.

With his sword still raised, Achilles reached the center of the temple. It was time to start the desegration. He began to send his sword crashing down onto a nearby table, when a strong feeling overcame him. Causing him to send his sword falling to the ground. The feeling was of peace.


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