After Troy
Chapter 1 – Achilles' Gift
Disclaimer: Ahhh, the usual. The characters are not mine, the plot is not mine, none of this should be taken as material from the actual film Troy because it's not, and if this world gets anymore trademarks and copyrights then we will cease to have any creative allowance left! Enjoy!
Paris watched Achilles drop to the ground, three arrows in his chest, bleeding from the heel. But even as the famous warrior took his last breaths, Paris felt it wasn't the end for the beauty he had slain.
Achilles look up in his last moment and reached a hand out. But the hand was not for Briseis, who Paris was having such difficulty containing. No, the hand was reached to Achilles' saviour, the man who had rescued him from this mundane life of siege upon siege, delivering him at last to immortality. Achilles would be remembered now, thanks to this young archer. And with that he fell to the ground, feeling peace at last.
"This was not supposed to happen." Hephaestus said, observing the goings on from the heavens. His armour had failed.
"We can no longer control the will of every being. He willed this stronger than we realized, and now he has won." Zeus responded, addressing all present.
"There is still one thing we could do." Aphrodite spoke up from behind her father.
Mutterings arose amongst those gathered. 'Surely she could not mean...' said some, 'It hasn't been done out of time before,' said others, 'Is he ready?' questioned those who considered it feasible.
"You're not referring to..." Hephaestus trailed off, considering the implications of Aphrodite's suggestion.
"I can't believe you'd even suggest such a thing, after all my effort with those arrows, you're going to go and bring him back." It was the sun god, Apollo who spoke forth. He had no desire to gift this man, Achilles had no respect for authority or leaders, a value which Apollo considered highly important.
"We all know he deserves it. This must be done within the next 24 hours or we lose our chance." Again mutterings arose as a result of Aphrodite's statements. "It is his time, whether we decided it, or no. Now or never, what is the council's decision?"
"What must be done, must." Zeus spoke first. "I say we take action now."
"I second that." Athena said, not one to cause great dispute.
"It happens now."
"He deserves our respect. And I could do with the challenge." Ares agreed.
Only one voice continued to oppose the concept. "I still maintain he doesn't deserve it." Apollo shook his head. "He holds no respect for any of our kind, yet you presume to give him this gift? He will honour us no more than he honoured me when he beheaded my statue!"
"You must not let your personal anger cloud your judgment, Apollo. The man has earned this, we all know this, you must see it." Hephaestus advised.
"He will not follow your path, nor accept us as his leaders." Apollo spoke in anger.
"You can gift him with this, but I will have no part of it. You do this without me, and when the time comes you will remember what I have said." He left abruptly.
"So be it. It must be done, with or without him." Zeus said. All agreed and through the joint force of their will's the mightiest gift to man was bestowed upon the warrior, Achilles.
As the flames of his crematory tower surrounded his body, Achilles was transported, unharmed to a place he would be safe until he awoke from his rebirth. Achilles had become immortal.
Disclaimer: Ahhh, the usual. The characters are not mine, the plot is not mine, none of this should be taken as material from the actual film Troy because it's not, and if this world gets anymore trademarks and copyrights then we will cease to have any creative allowance left! Enjoy!
Paris watched Achilles drop to the ground, three arrows in his chest, bleeding from the heel. But even as the famous warrior took his last breaths, Paris felt it wasn't the end for the beauty he had slain.
Achilles look up in his last moment and reached a hand out. But the hand was not for Briseis, who Paris was having such difficulty containing. No, the hand was reached to Achilles' saviour, the man who had rescued him from this mundane life of siege upon siege, delivering him at last to immortality. Achilles would be remembered now, thanks to this young archer. And with that he fell to the ground, feeling peace at last.
"This was not supposed to happen." Hephaestus said, observing the goings on from the heavens. His armour had failed.
"We can no longer control the will of every being. He willed this stronger than we realized, and now he has won." Zeus responded, addressing all present.
"There is still one thing we could do." Aphrodite spoke up from behind her father.
Mutterings arose amongst those gathered. 'Surely she could not mean...' said some, 'It hasn't been done out of time before,' said others, 'Is he ready?' questioned those who considered it feasible.
"You're not referring to..." Hephaestus trailed off, considering the implications of Aphrodite's suggestion.
"I can't believe you'd even suggest such a thing, after all my effort with those arrows, you're going to go and bring him back." It was the sun god, Apollo who spoke forth. He had no desire to gift this man, Achilles had no respect for authority or leaders, a value which Apollo considered highly important.
"We all know he deserves it. This must be done within the next 24 hours or we lose our chance." Again mutterings arose as a result of Aphrodite's statements. "It is his time, whether we decided it, or no. Now or never, what is the council's decision?"
"What must be done, must." Zeus spoke first. "I say we take action now."
"I second that." Athena said, not one to cause great dispute.
"It happens now."
"He deserves our respect. And I could do with the challenge." Ares agreed.
Only one voice continued to oppose the concept. "I still maintain he doesn't deserve it." Apollo shook his head. "He holds no respect for any of our kind, yet you presume to give him this gift? He will honour us no more than he honoured me when he beheaded my statue!"
"You must not let your personal anger cloud your judgment, Apollo. The man has earned this, we all know this, you must see it." Hephaestus advised.
"He will not follow your path, nor accept us as his leaders." Apollo spoke in anger.
"You can gift him with this, but I will have no part of it. You do this without me, and when the time comes you will remember what I have said." He left abruptly.
"So be it. It must be done, with or without him." Zeus said. All agreed and through the joint force of their will's the mightiest gift to man was bestowed upon the warrior, Achilles.
As the flames of his crematory tower surrounded his body, Achilles was transported, unharmed to a place he would be safe until he awoke from his rebirth. Achilles had become immortal.