Disclaimer: I do not own Troy, but I do wish that I owned Achilles. The only characters I own are Jocelyn, Leto, and the High Priestess. So far, anyways. I also own Sobe.
Jocelyn: I hope you did this right, Love.
Me: Don't worry, Joss, I daresay that I did you and Achilles justice.
Achilles: I hope so.
Jocelyn: Don't worry about it, darling. She'll get it right...if she doesn't want to eat my lightsaber.
Me: (GULP). Please, don't hate me. On with the show! (Runs and hides from Jocelyn.)
Jocelyn Kenobi, daughter of a Jedi Knight and an adopted daughter of the Kaminoan Prince, got stuck in the ancient ancient time of a planet called Earth. She was a priestess in a temple in the metropolis that is Athens. She sat in the garden with one of the temple-maidens.
"So, you never actually knew your father?" The temple-maiden asked.
"Yes, Leto, I never actually knew him," Jocelyn answered.
"Do you know what he looks like?" Leto offered.
"I have a small painted picture. He was very handsome," She smiled.
"Was? Don't you mean is?" Leto was confused.
"No, I do not, Leto. I do mean what I said," Jocelyn said sadly.
"What happened?" Leto wanted her friend to talk about it.
"He was murdered," She answered grimly.
"Oh," Leto whispered.
"So, Leto, do you know why the High Priestess wanted to see us?" Jocelyn changed the subject.
"No. Not much, anyways. Sobe told me that it had something to do with your aunt," Leto replied.
"Oy vey," Jocelyn groaned.
"Excuse me?" Leto was confused yet again.
"Aunt Attie," Jocelyn clarified.
"Who's that?" Leto was curious now.
"She's the one that brought me..." Jocelyn stopped herself.
Jocelyn looked up to see the High Priestess and 'Aunt Attie' standing in front of them. Jocelyn jumped up from her seat on the bench.
"Auntie!" Jocelyn exclaimed as she hugged her 'Auntie'.
Leto bowed.
"Lady Athena," Leto smiled.
"Leto, my dear, I thank you for being such a good friend for my niece," Athena smiled,"But I have a mission for the both of you. It requires, though, Jocelyn, something you gave up to be here."
Jocelyn shook her head vigorously.
"My gift has only caused pain, Athena, it can do no good," She said grimly.
"Jocelyn, you have to," Athena pleaded, "if you don't, an entire people are doomed."
Jocelyn glared at Athena.
"Don't play the doom card with me, Athena," She warned, "I told you before that I won't use my power."
Athena shrugged.
"I thought you might say that," She grinned slyly.
Then a man's voice was heard, "Joss, you need to do this." Jocelyn turned around.
"Bellerephon!" Jocelyn hugged the man.
(A.N. For Bellerephon's look, think back to Craig Parker's Bellerephon in Xena.)
"Little Knightress, do not cry," He tried to calm her.
"Bellerephon, I cannot do it!" She cried, her head buried into his shoulder.
"Little One, you must not blame yourself for you parents' deaths." It wasn't your fault, Little One.
"I could have done something." That's what you think. You...
"You were just a child, Jocelyn." I know...I know...I wasn't there and I didn't see a thing. But come to think of it, neither did you.
"I still could have..." She sobbed. Done something.
"I know, Joss, but you couldn't." And you still can't. You know I'm right, Little One.
Leto was speechless.
"What happened to her parents, Lady Athena?" Leto asked.
"They were murdered, Leto," Athena confessed, "Her mother was a Kaminoan Princess and her father was a Jedi Knight."
They watched as Bellerephon whispered something to Jocelyn. Jocelyn was excited by what Bellerephon was telling her. She turned to Athena.
"There is only one reason why I am going to do it," She stated, her face flush from the reason.
Then Athena and Bellerephon said at the same time, "The Atlantean." Leto and Jocelyn were later in their rooms, packing. Leto, Bellerephon, Athena, and the High Priestess were waiting for Jocelyn outside the temple. When they saw her again, she was wearing her father's Jedi robe and her own Jedi uniform. Her hair was corn-rolled, exposing the blue flame tattoos on the sides of her face and neck. Bellerephon's jaw dropped when she stepped up to them.
"Try not to drool on my shoes, Belle," She laughed as she tapped Bellerephon's chin.
His mouth closed quickly.
"I brought a special surprise for you, my dear," Athena said as she patted Jocelyn on the shoulder.
Then walked out a horse that she hasn't seen since she was a child.
"Rowena!" Jocelyn exclaimed.
The beautiful horse was 5' 7" with a mane and tail of fire and a small horn on it's head.
"She's beautiful!" Leto gasped.
"Yes, she is, Leto," Athena said proudly.
Jocelyn mounted the horse with ease. Athena transported herself to the shipyard and waited for the others. Jocelyn and Bellerephon were a bit behind so they could talk with no-one overhearing them.
"Belle, why do we call him the Atlantean when he is from Phtia?" Jocelyn asked.
"Because we can?" Bellerephon offered.
"You're right," She chuckled.
"Will you be able to face him?" Bellerephon changed the subject quickly.
"No," Jocelyn confessed,"But that is why I want you with me when I do. You knew him when you were a boy, you...I just know that I need you to be there."
"I will, Joss darling, I will," Bellerephon comforted her.
When they were on the boat, Jocelyn sat on her bed, pondering what she would say to Achilles. Hell, the last time I saw him was...a very long time ago...and...what do I do? I mean I still love him so much...but he's probably moved on. He won't need me anymore. He probably doesn't even remember me...that's doubtful, cause knowing Achilles, he remembers everything...well, almost everything...perfectly. I just wish I could have said something before I left for Athens.
"So, Jedi girl, what will you say to him?" said a voice.
"I don't know, Apollo," She sighed, "I really don't know."
Jocelyn laid her head in his lap. Apollo stroked her ebony tresses. (A.N. For Apollo, picture a malibu-surfer boy/'Bill and Ted'version of Heath Ledger.)
"I never thought that I would get to see him," She sighed sadly, "again I mean...does it sound so wrong that I make my dreams...sound like real life. I have dreamt of him since I was a child...and it all felt so real. Especially..."
"Jocelyn, when you were born," Apollo started seriously, "all of the gods knew you were special, so when you were 6, we found out Brisies' future. To die in childbirth, giving birth to Achilles' only child, a son, Aleron."
"And what does that have to do with me?" Jocelyn asked.
"You are Brisies' reincarnation," Apollo answered in his classic 'No DUH' tone of voice.
Jocelyn was silent. Me...Brisies' reincarnation...but...that explains the feelings toward Achilles. But...huh...how...what?
"It is the truth, Jocelyn. You and Achilles are fated to be together," Apollo grinned, "One way or another...and that is the truth."
"I don't want to be her," Jocelyn whined.
"You have her soul," He sighed, "her spirit, nothing more, Jedi girl."
"You are sweet, Apollo," She teased the sun god.
"Yeah, well, don't let it get out," He grinned, "It could ruin my image."
Jocelyn laughed then, as she sat up, smacked the sun god upside his head. Gods, what an idiot.
"And they say that Adonis is vain," She laughed at Apollo.
Apollo put an arm around Jocelyn, pulling her near.
"Ther is no need to fear knowing," Apollo whispered, "No fear of knowing what is truly yours."
Jocelyn huffed indignantly. Who does he think he is?
"He is not mine, Apollo," She hissed, "He is his own.
Apollo knew then that he had struck a chord. He knew how Jocelyn felt about freedom and belonging. He knew that it was against her nature to lay claim to someone in the sense that she had thought he meant.
"I did not mean it that way, Jedi girl," Apollo said defensively, "I meant that he is your soulmate, that you and he belong together.
Jocelyn hung her head low. Oh.
"Your were made for each other," Apollo smiled, "trust me."
The remains of Troy were being rebuilt. Jocelyn rode in the front of the procession, with Bellerephon. (A.N. Of Course.) She was nervous as to how she could help these people as she rode through the broken streets of the demolished city. She saw the people's wide stares as they approached their destination.
"Don't worry, Joss," Bellerephon reassured her.
"Says you, Belle," She grumbled, "you are not the one that has to play Savior to an entire people."
Bellerephon shook his head.