Patrick was dressed in a white button down shirt and blue swim trunks. Around his neck wash is trusty shell necklace which he was told brought him luck. He walked into Achilles room.

"Cousin where are you? Did you get cold feet?"Patrick called out

There was no answer. Patrick looked around and realized he was in the bathroom. He opened the door and saw Achilles standing over the sink looking at himself. His golden hair was scattered on the sink's edges. Patrick looked up at what his cousin had done.

"What did you do to your hair?" Patrick asked

"I cut it. It was getting far too long, and the baby kept playing with it, and pulling it out. It is time for a change. I've been growing it ever since…"

Patrick realized what Achilles was saying. And walked up to his cousin and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"I miss her too"

As the sun god's chariot made its way across the sky, the beaches of Greece were warm and inviting to the feet of those walking on it. It was a small ceremony as Briseis and Achilles wanted it that way. No fancy invitations, or puffy wedding dresses or over extravagant decorations. Just the beach, the sand and the waves. Patrick had lined the make shift aisle with seashells. Achilles stood near the water and looked out. The white linen shirt he wore allowed the breeze wrap around his body. And the khaki pants he wore were getting wet on the edges.

"Mother, do you see me now? Do you see who I am now? You said my doom would come if I went to New York. And you were right. Part of me died, and then part of me became alive again. I wish you could meet her mother. She is so innocent, I wonder how or why she chose me. I wish you were still here, I miss you."

Achilles looked down at the water and sighed. He slowly turned around to walk away, when a giant wave came and washed over his knees. He turned around and smiled. She did hear him. Achilles walked back onto the beach, his khakis wet.

"Did you go for an early swim?"Patrick asked

"No. But I will throw you into the ocean" Achilles answered

Briseis was in her room, dressed in her white dress. A simple white dress, thin spaghetti straps and a form fitting dress with a small train. She wore the locket her uncle gave her, and the earrings that Achilles gave her. She heard Andrea knocking on the door.

"It's time Briseis"

Briseis smiled as she picked up her son and flowers in her arms and headed out the door. She would have to walk a while down the beach to the location. She made it into the lobby and started walking out the door.

"Briseis!"

She turned around and saw Paris panting.

"Paris?"

"Wait, Briseis" Paris walked closer to her with Helen behind him, "I just wanted, just wanted to say-"

"Paris you can't talk me out of this"

"I know, but I couldn't let you go without telling you this. I'm sorry"

"What?"

"I'm sorry Briseis, I really do want you to be happy. But you know me, you know I can't forgive him for what he did to Hector. But I'll forgive him for today. A truce if you will. I just can't couldn't live with myself if I missed your wedding"

"Paris!" Briseis reached over and hugged her cousin

"Just for today though"

"It's a start"

"A small start"

"But still a start"

"Can I walk you down the aisle?"

What happened to Achilles hair? What will happen when Paris shows up with Briseis down the aisle? What is the baby's name? What's happening? Read on!