Hello people.
Disclaimer: It was a sad day when they announced that I don't own these characters. But it's true I don't own them. (Starts crying)
It's been brought to my attention that Bresies is actually Brisies so I will be correcting that from now on.
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Brisies was sitting on the cold ground staring at the dying fire that they had managed to get going a few hours earlier.
Brisies felt someone sit beside her.
"Did you get any sleep at all?" Paris asked.
She shook her head she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.
"I can't sleep. It's too hard."
"The ground?"
"No I mean all the memories. When I try to sleep they all come flooding back."
"Please know that I thought he was trying to hurt you."
"I know. And it's the will of the god's. Damn those gods," Bresies muttered the last part.
"Brisies is that really a wise thing to say?"
"I don't really care any more. All they can do to me is kill me and I'm not afraid of dying. After all we all die someday what's the difference when?"
"You've changed. Before you would honor the gods with all you had now you don't really care. What happened?"
Brisies whispered one word, "Achilles."
Paris sighed, "You really did love him didn't you?"
"With all my heart."
Paris looked into the sky, "Do those stars always shine so brightly?"
Three stars in the sky were shining brightly in the sky.
"I don't know. Ever since I can remember there has been one brightly shining star. And until recently there was two. But I've never seen the third before."
"Me neither."
"You know my father always told me that everyone someone died a new star was born. And when someone is watching you from the dead there star burns even brighter above you. I always thought is was just a superstition but sometimes I want it too be true."
"Maybe it is. Maybe Hector, Achilles, and a friend of theirs is watching us and talking about how stupid we are."
Brisies laughed.
"It's been a long time since I heard you laugh. I really missed it."
Brisies was thoughtful, "Was that a compliment?"
Paris just smiled and kept looking at the stars.
"Paris will you teach me to shoot a bow?"
Paris looked thoughtful.
"Why do you want to learn?"
"Because after today I think we should all be prepared and able to defend ourselves. In fact I think all the women should learn some sort of fighting skill. Andromache already knows how to throw a dagger so she could help teach some women about that. I just think it's a good thing to do."
Paris considered this for a few minutes.
"Very well. We'll start tomorrow."
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"Has Brisies ever tried archery?"
"Not that I know of. Let's just hope that Paris is a good teacher."
"Well about that whole star thing. Do you think that those stars are actually ours?"
"Achilles I've been dead for hundreds of years and I can assure you those are our stars."
"Achilles did you teach my cousin to speak of the God's that way?"
"How about we check in on Odysseus."
"Fine change the subject we'll still come back to it."
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Odysseus and several of his men were searching the town for survivors.
When they came upon the body of King Priam Odysseus stopped.
"You two bring this man to the pyres. He deserves to be properly buried."
"Yes my lord," said the two men that he pointed too. They carefully picked up the body and carried it away.
As Odysseus continued searching he found some steps that led downward.
"What is this?"
He and three men cautiously descended the steps where they found a bolted wooden door.
"Looks like a wine cellar. You boys have a treat," he said gesturing at the door.
The men opened it too find a large tunnel.
"My lord," they called to Odysseus who was already climbing the steps.
"What?"
"It's not a wine cellar."
Odysseus came down the steps.
"Should we see where it leads?"
The men looked at each other and then nodded hesitantly.
So Odysseus grabbed a torch and led the way down the tunnel.
After about thirty minutes of going straight they reached a turn. At the end of which was a large door.
"Shall we?"
The men nodded. So Odysseus opened the door.
He found himself around five miles away from the walls of Troy.
"There's a possibility that some survivors got out this way. Do you think we should look for them?"
"We only have four men my lord. They could be armed."
"We're not going to fight them, we're going to give them their lands back."
"But how are they supposed to know that?"
"They'll just have to trust us."
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"So Odysseus is giving your people their lands back."
"Strange."
"Not really. Odysseus has never been one to collect bonuses during the war. He never took a slave girl or anything. He probably wants to get rid of this as fast as he can."
"For most people that's strange."
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Brisies and Paris were standing in the wood.
"Now remind me why we came here?"
"Just in case a arrow goes awry. Then it won't hit someone."
"Right. So what am I doing here?"
"Okay we're going to start at a rather easy target. But first we have to work on your stance. All right turn sideways so one foot is facing the target and the other is behind it."
Brisies did so.
"Very good. Now this is the stance you always take when you're going to shoot."
Brisies nodded, "Alright."
"Now you already strung your bow and fitted an arrow to it?"
She nodded.
"Alright then lift the bow up and judging by what you've seen other archers do find your shooting position."
She did so.
"Close drop your right elbow a bit. Yes like that and bring the arrows to your lip."
She did so.
"Now align the arrow and the target up."
"What's my target?"
"O right. I didn't think of that. Do you have handkerchief?" (A/N I don't know if they had them back then but o well)
"No I don't think so. But the hem of my robe has a big rip I can finish the rip off to make a target."
"As long as your robe still looks decent then that will work."
So Brisies ripped a long strip from the bottom of her robe. Even with the material missing her robe still looked decent.
"Thanks. So this knot will be the target," Paris said while tying the material around a large tree that was just close enough for a beginner.
"So retake your position, aim, and release."
Brisies did the first two steps, "Paris just for safety maybe you should come behind me."
"Good idea."
As soon as he was out of the way Brisies let the arrow fly. It his right on target.
"Very nice. Keep practicing that and then we'll try something a bit farther away.
Brisies nodded and continued shooting each shot his the target dead on.
"You're a natural Brisies. Now I'm going to make this a bit harder and move it back."
She nodded.
Brisies shot at the material Paris had tied to a farther away tree that was slightly thinner. Once again it landed dead on.
After a few more shots Paris once again moved the target to a tree that was even farther away and very thin.
"Let's see how you do on this one."
Brisies shot. This time the arrow didn't go directly hit the know instead it hit the material right beside it."
"Not a perfect bulls eye but it was close. Try again."
She did so and it hit the knot.
"Brisies I must say you are very good at this."
"Thanks."
"I think we should take a break though. The others might be wondering were we are."
Brisies nodded and the two walked back to the camp.
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"She was pretty good at that."
"Yes she was. I always thought that she should take up archery but she was never interested. Probably because that was when she wanted to go to Apollo's temple."
"Or Hector it was because you weren't that good of an archer," Darrius put in.
"Hey I taught Paris."
"Yes and then after the first day he was better then you."
"So I still taught him how to shoot one."
"Yes and then he taught you how to actually hit the target."
"O shut up."
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DreamSprite: Yes Brisies is a 'Hero'. I don't know I just felt like that should be how Paris responds.
Celebwen Telcontar: I'm thinking of different ways to get Brisies to the Realms of the Dead (where Achilles, Hector, and Darrius are). I've come up with a few and it is possible that she'll go there on her own. Who knows?
Queen Arwen: I know GO BRISIES! Well I'm doing my best with the interactions between those two. In my opinion when you're dead you're a little more lighthearted.
Evanescent Dawn: Damn those teachers. Yes there is a lot of Helen supportiveness in this story. I just think that Helen is the only one able to understand Brisies so I made her the shoulder to cry on. But pretty soon Helen's going to need a shoulder as well. But that's coming up later.