Chapter 6-Discovery

Achilles watched the Greek soldiers sail away, grateful to finally be alone. No one there to "help" , criticize or bother him. Though the Greeks stopped trying to do those things, when on of their comrades ended up with Achilles' sword in his gut.

The Greek ships were now tiny specks in the endless blue sea. They weren't coming back, he was truly alone. Alone with himself and his memories of Briseis.

Achilles walked about the ruins of Troy. Trojan blood still stained the streets and walls of the buildings. The Greeks hadn't bothered to clean it off. What was the point? It's not like they were staying. Troy held no precious memories for them as it did for Achilles. Well it might for the weakest of Greek soldiers, so very proud for killing their first Trojan.

Achilles walked on. Pets of dead and captured Trojans walked about the ruins as well. Lost souls like himself. Some dogs whimpered and howled, grieving for their dead and missing owners. Achilles felt no sympathy for them. They had become domesticated and dependent and there fore could not take care of themselves. They would die of starvation soon.

Achilles, however, would not die soon. He would wonder the Earth for many years to come, lost and in sorrow, like the animals before him. But unlike the animals before him, he could end his pain right now. His sword was at his side. In one swift motion in could be in his gut and he on the ground. But that was the coward's way out. And Achilles was anything but a coward. No. He would wait out his pain on Earth, until it was time for him to go to the underworld. He would wait.

Achilles abandoned the dogs and came upon the ruins of the palace. He stood starring up at it. This was where it happened. This is where Briseis was killed.

Achilles braced himself, his entire body shaking, and entered the palace. He walked about it and soon found her room. He had never seen it before but somehow he just knew. He spied the necklace he had given her on the bedside table and that confirmed what he already knew.

He then collapsed onto her bed. He sweet sent filled his nostrils. Bringing back memories of that intimate night they had shared. Achilles rolled on his back and saw the view out her window. It didn't surprise him that Apollo's temple was visible in the distance.

Achilles stood up and decided to explore the rest of the palace. He was walking along, noticing the occasional patch of blood that littered the ground, when a familiar object caught his eye. It was an arrow, an arrow that looked shockingly familiar to the one that had taken Briseis from him.

"So this is where the murderous coward escaped to!" Achilles said, bitterly, breaking the arrow in two.

The arrow was dropped outside a dimly lit passage. This is where the Trojans and their bastard Prince escaped from!

Achilles entered the passage and grabbed a torch off the wall, letting his eyes adjust to the lighting change. No sooner had he taken five steps when he heard a crunch beneath him. It was Paris' bow. That was enough for Achilles. He could now find the little Prince and kill him. Kill him in front of his people, but not before they knew what type of person their little prince was.