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Chapter Six

After Achilles left his hut, he walked over to where his fellow Myrmidons were.

"Myrmidons!" he called out to them, causing them all to look up to their leader. "I'm sure Eudorus has told you all that we will not fight today, nor any day until Agamemnon groans to have us back!" he said, and the men cheered in approval. "But we will watch the battle, and laugh when Agamemnon looses today," he said haughtily, causing the men to chuckle as well.

And with that being said, as the other Greek soldiers were on their way to the battlefield, the Myrmidons were going to find a higher ground to watch the battle from.

Achilles was still in a pretty sour mood, but he knew watching the battle would make him feel a bit better.

But the more he thought about his last interaction with Briseis, the more he realized that maybe he should've handled it a little differently. He knew he had lied about not caring that she was crying, but he had let his anger over run his true feelings; he realized that he did that a lot.

He didn't really have to think that hard about why Briseis was probably crying. With all that she had went through, he was actually surprised that he hadn't caught her crying sooner.

But he didn't want her to cry, he wanted her to enjoy her time with him. He wanted her to actually like being around him; like how it was last night between them. He sighed as he realized that that probably wouldn't happen until he apologized to her. So he decided that as soon as he got back to his hut and back to Briseis he would ask for her forgiveness, and only hope that she would accept it.

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Briseis' day was so unbelievingly boring, as she sat all day in Achilles small hut. She heard few noises outside, so she figured that most of the soldiers had gone off to war. She had tried to peak out to see if all of the soldiers had gone, but there were still a couple that had stayed behind. She huffed; mad that she couldn't try to make another escape attempt.

So she walked desolately over to the fur bed and plopped down, with a long sigh. She couldn't believe that her life had been reduced to being a captive; and to such a self-righteous warrior no less. But she presumed it was better than being a captive to a dirty old king, and she was thankful for that at least.

Briseis could faintly hear the waves crashing against the sandy shore, and she sighed longingly. How she wished she was in the Aegean at this moment; anywhere besides being stuffed into a small hut.

A few hours had passed and as much as Briseis hated to admit it, she really couldn't wait for Achilles to come back. For if she didn't have some form of human contact soon, Briseis feared that he thoughts would drive her mad.

Having nothing else to do, she reluctantly laid down on Achilles bed, closed her eyes, and forced herself to sleep.

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It was much later and the sun had begun to set on the Greek camp. Achilles made his way back to the hut, in good sprits. Menelaus was dead and Agamemnon had suffered a great defeat; and Achilles was happy knowing that Agamemnon's pride was wounded.

With a smile still on his face, he pushed back the flaps of his hut and entered, upon which he saw a sleeping Briseis who's back was to him. He wondered why she was sleeping, considering it was still fairly early in the day. He stared at her for a moment or two until looking away and taking off his breast plate and other armor and putting on a dark blue robe. He walked over to the water bowl and splashed water on his face. He was startled when he heard Briseis' soft voice speak out to him

"Tell me soldier," she started, smirking when she saw Achilles jump slightly, he had not expected to hear her voice. He looked up and saw that she had sat up and was now looking directly at him. "How many Trojans did you kill today?" she asked him bitingly.

"Do you enjoy surprising people?" he asked, grabbing a washcloth to wipe his face with.

"Answer my question," she told him, ignoring the question that he had asked her.

"None." He assured her. "I didn't go into battle today."

"Then why do you have on your armor?" she asked, not believing him.

"I went to go watch the battle," he explained to her.

"I know somebody like you can't resist the thrill of killing, can they," she stated with disgust.

"Briseis! I did not go into battle! Do you see any blood on me?" his voice boomed at her. And afterwards he immediately regretted going off on her as her saw her flinch from his loud words.

He sighed, and went and sat on the bed next to her. She immediately scooted away from him, and he was a little hurt. He looked at her and saw that she had her arms crossed and a scowl was on her face as she stared straight ahead. He knew that right now would be a good time to apologize, but he just couldn't get the words out. He sighed and thought of something to say.

"Do you need something else to wear?" he asked softly, noticing that her once pristine white and blue robe was now a dusty brown color.

She cut her eyes at him and said coldly, "I don't need anything from you."

Achilles was getting a little frustrated with her, but he tried to control his easy temper. "You know, Briseis, I'm not the monster you make me out be."

"I don't make you out to be anything, Achilles. You are what you are." She said lowly, and Achilles had to take two deep breaths to stop himself from going off on her again. Instead he turned and poured himself a glass of wine, before facing her again.

He took a sip and stared at her from over his wine glass. Briseis felt his intense eyes on her, and it was starting to bother her.

"Will you please turn your stare elsewhere? I don't feel comfortable with you staring at me." She told him directly, but of course he didn't listen.

"I can't." he stated simply.

"Why? It's making me uncomfortable."

"I can't stop looking at you, Briseis… you're beautiful," he whispered softly, causing Briseis to look up at him in shock.

"What?" she asked, giving him a confused look.

"As beautiful as you are how could you not know…" he trailed off. When she didn't say anything he reached out to softly touch her soft face. And he got beyond frustrated when she shied away from his touch yet again. "Damnit Briseis, why can't you just let things happen!" he exclaimed, as he stood up, towering over her.

"Let what happen? Nothing's happening!" she yelled, standing up also, even though it was no use because he was still towering over her.

"Why can't we at least try to be friends! I'm really trying here Briseis, but you just won't quit!"

"Friends? What are you talking about? I'm your captive, remember!"

"Of course I remember, how could I not... when you won't let neither of us forget!" He said through gritted teeth.

"What? Why are you getting angry! I'm the one that has been stuck in this Gods forsaken hut for hours upon hours, and all of a sudden you come in, Mr. Great Warrior, and start shouting at me!" Briseis yelled.

"What? You don't even know what you are talking about! I was the one who tried to be kind to you, and you just immediately started to argue with me!"

"See that's you're problem! You're used to women just bowing down to you, aren't you? Well I'm not one of your little whores that is going to do whatever you want me to. I'm not going to bow down to you. I'm not goin—"

"Be quiet!" he bellowed, causing her to jump from his sudden shout, and sit back down on the bed not saying anything. "Gods! Why do you have to be so frustrating?"

"I could say the same about you," she spat at him.

"Why do you insist on making me so angry?" He growled at her.

"Are you serious? Me, making you angry?" she asked, looking at him like he was crazy. "What, do you think I want to be here? Do you think I'm enjoying it here? Being stuck in a small closed space with nothing but a killer? Do think I'm enjoying this? Do you!" she yelled.

"I could have left you out there last night, to be killed by Agamemnon. But I didn't. And this is how you thank me for saving your life? By criticizing me at any chance you get!" he yelled. "All I've tried to do is help you an—"

"If you really wanted to help me you'd leave me alone," she cut him off sharply. Achilles sighed and shook his head.

"You win. I don't feel like arguing anymore." He said, going over to the other side of the hut and grabbing his sword. He sat down and started sharpening it. Briseis looked at him warily, and decided she should get off his bed. So she grabbed the tray of food and went over to her little corner.

The two sat in silence; Briseis quietly eating some fruit, and Achilles intently sharpening his sword. Darkness covered the Greek camp, and all was basically silent.

With the concentrated silence, Briseis let her thoughts drift. She knew only yards away was the beautiful Trojan shore, and she wished she could see it once more. Briseis loved going to the beach at night, and seeing the moon's reflection on the crystal water. She sighed longingly wishing she could do that once more.

Achilles heard her wistful sigh, and he looked up from his sword. He saw a longing look on her pretty face, and wondered what she was thinking about. 'She's probably longing to get away from me,' he thought to himself glumly. But he decided to ask her anyway.

"What are you thinking of?" he asked her softly, careful not to make her angry once more. She snapped out of her gaze and a cold look came across her face once more.

"Why do you care?" she said frostily.

"Never mind," he said shaking his head, wondering why he even asked, as he looked back down at his sword once more.

Briseis looked at his bowed head and his slumped shoulders and suddenly felt guilty. He really was trying to get along with her and she just wouldn't give him a chance. She inwardly sighed and realized that maybe she shouldn't have been so unpleasant to him.

"The beach," she said suddenly, causing him to looking up at her. "I was thinking about the beach at night. I used to love to go there on a clear night and look at the stars." She explained, causing him to smile at her.

"See priestess, was that so hard?" he said teasingly, causing her to smile slightly. A thoughtful look came across his handsome face before he spoke again. "It is a beautiful night tonight."

"I wish I could see it." She stated sadly, and Achilles got a thoughtful look on his face.

"Would you like to tonight?" he asked smiling at her gently, causing her to narrow her eyes at him.

"Don't play. You know I can't go out there." She told him.

"I'm serious!" he exclaimed, before getting up and exiting the hut, uttering a quick, "I'll be right back." Briseis was confused by his actions and didn't know what he was up to.

He came into the hut a minute later and said, "I checked outside, and no soldiers are out."

Briseis looked at him shocked. "But what if we get caught, Agamemnon would kill me."

"Don't be scared of him, I will protect you," he said sincerely looking her right in her eyes. She stared in his crystal eyes, and wondered why he wanted to do this for her.

"But he is your king, you can't openly defy him!"

"I have done so before…" he stated proudly. "Now come with me. Don't be afraid," he told her reassuringly.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked softly, making Achilles smile and shrug his shoulders.

"I don't know… I guess I just want us to be friends," he said sincerely, making Briseis smile slightly at that. Achilles smiled and grabbed her petite hand into his large one. "Now come on," he said helping her up.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked him apprehensively one more time.

"I won't let Agamemnon take you again. I promise you that." He said, and she knew by the look in his eyes that he had meant what he said. "Now come on," he urged her tugging on her hand.

He pushed the flaps of his hut to the side, and let Briseis exit first. She hesitantly stepped out into the warm night and looked up and saw the full moon shining brightly. Achilles, still holding on to her hand, stepped out after her. He smiled when he saw the look on her face; pleased that he could make her happy. Achilles didn't know what it was about this woman that made him want to be good for her.

The two walked down to the shoreline hand in hand, and Achilles noticed her eyes actively looking for any soldiers. And he had to remind her that with him she was safe, making her relax a little bit.

When they got close to the water, Briseis let go of Achilles hand and giddily ran into the water until she was mid calf deep, making Achilles laugh at her antics. She wished she could take off all of her clothes and swim in the sea, but she was content as she was for right now. She bent down and scooped up some water before throwing it above her head, making it splash on her, and laughed girlishly.

She turned around and smiled brightly at Achilles. And his heart almost stopped. He didn't know if it was the moonlight shining down on her, or if it was the tiny droplets of water that were slowly dripping down her face, or if it was the way her long wavy hair gently blew in the wind, but he knew that she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen. He couldn't take his eyes of her, she looked so unbelievingly breathtaking, and Achilles didn't know what to think as he stared at her. He was convinced that this woman was a goddess.

All of a sudden Briseis came running toward him and threw her arms around him. To say Achilles was surprised was an understatement. After he recovered from the initial shock, he wrapped his strong arms around her and picked her up and twirled her around. He watched contentedly, as her long hair blew in the wind and she looked at him and laughed like she hadn't a care in the world.

After a minute or two he slowly put her back down on the ground, and Briseis still had a great smile on her face as she looked at him.

"Thank you…" she said breathlessly. "You didn't have to do this." She said turning serious.

"I wanted to," he said softly.

"Why? I have been nothing but utterly miserable to you."
"I guess you could say I just wanted to see you smile," he said tenderly as he cupped her soft cheek in his hand. She looked up at him and smiled tenderly. This man before her was so complex. She knew that she had misjudged him before, and that he was such a better man than she had given him credit for.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I'm sorry for being such a menace to you. You didn't deserve that," she confessed.

"I should be the one apologizing. I took my anger and my frustration out on you and it was wrong of me." She smiled, and they let go of each other and started to walk down the shoreline just enjoying the beautiful atmosphere. This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, and maybe more...

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