A/N: Look a new chapter! Yes took me long enough! Please R&R!

In the morning Achilles awoke and saw Brisies crumpled up on the ground sleeping. He got up and picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He lay her down and pulled the blankets around her. He then turned and put on a green robe and walked outside. Eurodus walked over to him, dressed in his armor.

"We await your command"

"We do not fight today. We do not fight until Agamemnon groans and begs for Achilles."

"We do not fight?"

"Today we watch. Tell the men we watch today. Watch Agamemnon fail."

Briseis slept through the day till the afternoon, she awoke to find herself alone in his bed. She looked around and there was no one around. She looked outside the tent and saw that the camp was empty. This was her chance, to go to Troy. But then she tried to remember which day it was. It was the day that Achilles was watching Agamemnon's failure to take Troy. They were in the battle fields and she would be unable to enter the city. She decided that she would try to escape and return to Troy at night. She looked around for a horse.

Achilles and his men returned from watching the day's events. He was rather satisfied at Agamemnon's failure. He was also surprised that Hector had slain Menelaus, but not surprised at the coward ness of Paris. He had ordered his men to relax, as they would not be fighting for a while. He walked into his tent and saw that Briseis was missing.

"Briseis, where are you? Are you hiding? Have you seen another horrible death of mine again?" Achilles looked around his tent. He realized that she had gone and went outside to look for her.

Briseis realized that the soldiers had returned suffering a great loss. She realized that she was surrounded as she hid in the bushes. She should have thought this through. But she wanted to return to Troy and be with her family, as Achilles would not love her back.

"Look what we have here!"

Briseis looked up and saw a Greek soldier grab her.

"No! Let me go!"

"Look at what I've found!"

"NO! STOP IT!"

Briseis struggled with him as he threw her into a crowd of equally frustrated Greek soldiers. And it was happening all over again. She remembered how they threw her around, tearing at her dress and clothes, and hitting her if she fought back. She would not let them do this to her again. She would not suffer the same indignity. She fought back, fiercely like a caged animal. The soldiers hit her back harder. She fell onto the ground and through her hair she saw them reach out to her. She kicked the approaching soldier in the crotch, and he fell back in pain. Another soldier came and pulled her up by her hair. She screamed out. She clawed at them, drawing blood and feeling hands hold her down.

"Should we take her now and break her spirit?" one soldier asked

"Let us brand her first, that should subdue her" another soldier answered

"NO!" Brisies screamed out

Achilles heard her scream and ran quickly through the camp. He saw her there fighting back, a bit impressed by her strength. He saw the soldier with the hot iron and in a flash subdued all the soldiers. He saw her fall to the ground, her dress torn. He walked over to her and picked her up, and carried her away.

Briesis felt his warmth on her skin as he carried her away. And she whispered his name. Achilles looked down at her but her face was covered by her hair. He carried her inside the tent and put her down. She quickly scrambled away. He reached over and carried the water basin over to her. He picked up the cloth and squeezed the water out and reached out to her.

"You are a mad woman" Achilles said as he reached to her

Briesis backed away and pushed his hand away. He tried again and this time she smacked his hand away. Achilles threw the cloth at her and then turned away. Briseis pushed her hair aside and Achilles saw her face, bruised, swollen and her lip cut. He immediately was angered as he saw what the soldiers had done to her. He saw her hair fell out, from where the soldiers yanked her by her hair.

"Why did you leave the tent? I told you it was not safe for you"

"I couldn't stay in here, I was going mad"

"You are mad either way. Are you hurt?"

"It does not matter." Briseis wiped the blood away on her face and threw the cloth back into the basin.

"How did you know Agamemnon would fail today?"

"You did not fight for him"

"But before that, you knew he would take you from my tent. You are a seer"

"No, I've lived this life before, and I've seen everything die, everyone I loved die. Die because of this war"

"Are you an oracle of Apollo?"

"No"

"Tell me how you see these things?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you"

"Try me"

"I manipulated the Fates' Loom. I changed the lives of people for my own reasons"

"You are mad"

Briseis turned away. Achilles still did not care for her, and still thought she was a mad woman. Things would never be the same. She felt a hand on her back and looked over to see that it was Achilles. His fingers trace around the torn fabric exposing her skin. He touched a part of it, and Briseis winced in pain.

"By the gods what did they do to you?" Achilles asked as he saw all the bruises on her body

"Nothing they haven't done before"