Hey everyone. First let me apologize for any historical inaccuracy that you may find within this story. I am just using my imagination so, please don't take it too seriously. That's what fanfiction is about. I've done more research about Achilles's background and will be incorporating it into the story along with some made up elements. Please enjoy. Please review too. Again, constructive criticism is welcome but if you're going to be rude, you will be blocked. As you may notice, I have revised chapters one and two to fit more towards Achilles's legend. I've also tried my best to fix any grammatical mistakes. In this story here are the character's age (even though in history this may not have been their actual age)

Merina-21

Achilles-22

Patroclus- 28

Menilos- No age (appears to be on his early 20's)

Odysseus-37

King Menelaus- 39

Helen of Sparta- 27

King Agamemnon- 41

Princess Deidamia- 21

Neoptolemus- 7

Briseis- 19 (time of capture)

Astynome (mostly referred to as Chryses)- 20 (time of capture)

*Some of these characters are real, some are not. Some will appear right away in the story and some will not. The trojan war carried out for 9 long years. In this story, it will only carry out for 5. Some things, again, will be different from the historical version. You will find a lot of similarities if you are familiar with Greek history and Egyptian history. Please enjoy and let me know what you all think! LEAVE REVIEWS!

"Let me ask you one question my son." She was beautiful. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean and her hair was as white as snow. The turquoise gown she wore with a golden chain wrapped around her waist accented her ivory skin. The young warrior gazed up at his mother. He was always in awe of his mother's beauty.

"Yes, what is it mother?" Achilles responded.

"You are gifted. A very talented young man. Is glory all that you seek?" Achilles placed his arm to his chest.

"I am the son of Peleus, a mighty warrior- "Thetis cut Achilles off.

"Yes, I know. You are also the son of Thetis. The sea nymph. You are also my son." She added. Achilles blushed.

"Of course, mother, I know." Thetis blue eyes turned sad. She gazed at her son.

"Achilles listen to me." She began. She bent down to level herself with Achilles. Achilles blinked unsure of what his mother was going to say. She made sure she made eye contact with him. Blue orbs meeting gold ones. "Achilles dear, would you prefer to live a life that is decent and long full of laughter and love? With this life, you will grow old and be able to live to see your grandchildren and enjoy the many treasures and moments this world has to offer." Thetis paused. Her eyes started watering. "Or would you prefer to live a life that is only meant to obtain glory and the reward for obtaining glory is death?" Achilles eyes widened slightly. He reverted his gaze to rocks and pebbles beneath him. He trained to be a warrior just like his father. He was extremely gifted. He was only 13 years old and he wasn't thinking about his future that much. Living a long life that was decent and full of laughter wasn't an option. He sighed then looked at his mother.

"Mother." He said looking Thetis straight into her eyes. Thetis eyes were glistening awaiting Achilles's response.

"Yes, my dear?"

"I prefer." Achilles paused. He thought about it one more time and gave his mother his final answer. "I prefer to live a life that gains me glory even if it means the reward for obtaining glory is death. I accept it. That is the life I would prefer." Young Achilles said with a stern look. Thetis eyes began to water again. She knew that would be the choice her only surviving child would make. She had received a prophecy that his life would be glorious yet short. She wrapped her slender arms around her son's neck and pulled him in to embrace him. Soon tears fell from her eyes. She stroked her son's golden-green hair.

"Very well my boy. You have made your decision. You have decided your fate." Thetis had a plan that could possibly stop Achilles's fate from becoming true. She continued to cry for her son. Achilles could tell his mom was crying. He felt bad. He wrapped his arms around his mother to console her.

"Achilles? Achilles?" Patroclus said tapping Achilles's shoulder. He didn't respond at first. Patroclus took his fingers and pulled Achilles's cheek. Achilles quickly woke up. He slapped Patroclus's hand away.

"Ow. That hurt."

"Sorry. You're such a heavy sleeper. I had to do something to wake you up. Anyways, we are almost home."

"Thank the Gods." Achilles said sitting up in the wagon. He gazed around the wagon.

"Where's the Egyptian woman?" Achilles asked Patroclus.

"Oh, her? Well she's outside with Menilos on the horse."

"Huh? Why?" Achilles said yawning while scratching his head.

"She insisted he'd let her ride the horse. She's actually the one now who is leading this wagon."

"Really?" Achilles stood to his feet and made his way to the front of the wagon. He pushed the white cloak to the left that led him outside. There he saw Merina on top of the brown stead. Menilos was sitting in the front of the wagon giving Merina directions. Achilles called out to Merina.

"Yo!" Merina turned around half way and looked at Achilles. His hair was a mess and he had no shirt on or armor.

"I see you finally woke up." Merina yelled back to Achilles. Achilles saw Merina's face. She looked exhausted.

"Stop the cart." Achilles demanded. Merina pulled the horses rope to stop the horse from pulling the cart. Achilles demanded Merina come off the horse. She did as she was told. Achilles looked down at the girl. "You look tired. You should rest."

"It's ok. I don't mind it."

"You've done enough Merina. Achilles is right. Get some sleep. He can take it from here." Patroclus chimed in.

"Wait. I didn't say I wanted to steer." Achilles complained.

"Is the mighty Achilles complaining?" Patroclus teased. Achilles's face turned red. His pride got the best of him.

"Fine. Let me just get dressed." Achilles said walking back into the wagon. Merina followed. Menilos stared at Merina. His cheeks were flushed.

"What's with you?" Patroclus asked the brunette young man.

"She's pretty. I mean women are pretty but she's pretty." Patroclus laughed.

"She is a looker. It's still weird that she doesn't remember how she got to Greece."

"Yea. That is strange." Menilos said adjusting the rope on his pants. His bright green eyes gazed at the sun. "I wonder if all Egyptian women are as glorious as her?"

Merina untied her hair as she prepared to lay down on one of the cotton cots that were in the back of the wagon. She hadn't been sleeping much lately. She was homesick and still a bit scared of being in a foreign land. She still had no clue how she got to Greece. Achilles had just finished getting dressed when he noticed Merina staring off into the distance.

"Thinking about home?" Achilles asked wrapping his orange scarf around his abdomen. Merina nodded yes.

"Yes. I am."

"Don't worry. As soon as I finish my duties here and the seas calm down, I will see to it you make it back home. On my honor." Achilles eyes turned sad. "Do you not feel safe with us?"

"No, it's not that. I'm just thinking of my family. That's all."

"Achilles!?" Patroclus yelled into the wagon.

"I'm coming! Sheesh. Look. Homesickness is normal. Every time I leave Phthia to go to Sparta I feel homesick." Achilles headed to the front of the cart. "We can talk later. Just get some rest. I can't believe Menilos had a woman steering this cart." Achilles said as he exited the wagon to go steer the horse. Merina laid down on the cot. Her eyes were heavy. Soon enough she closed them and dozed off to sleep.

The day lit sky had changed to black and purple with bright diamonds shinning in the sky. The quad had pulled over to stop and get some rest. Patroclus was feeding the horses while Merina bathed herself in a nearby lake. Achilles and Menilos were sitting in the carriage chatting. Traveling from Sparta to Phthia was about a two-day trip by horse. Phthia was a city in Thessaly, Greece where Achilles and Patroclus had grown up and lived. It was more inland than Sparta. The city was also smaller than the city of Sparta. It was a peaceful place to live. If you traveled to northern or western Thessaly, you could see vast mountains and the sea. The greenery was breathtaking. Thessaly also made a good training ground for soldiers which is where Achilles would train with his men all the time if not in Sparta offering his services to King Menelaus. Achilles was the commander of the myrmidons who were native to Thessaly. Legend had it that Zeus created the myrmidons from ants and gave them the form of man. Menilos was a myrmidon himself. He often traveled with Achilles to help Achilles with the horses and navigation. The two had also become friends. Although shy and timid, Menilos was a great warrior. No one would ever think so because of his timid and awkward demeanor. He had light brown freckles that covered his face and huge green eyes. He was thinner than other myrmidons but, strong. Achilles had finished business in Sparta and decided to head back home for a short period of time. Since Patroclus and Menilos were both from the same region, they decided to tag along. Merina had no choice but to go since Achilles was responsible for her. Merina also didn't want to stay at the palace with King Menelaus. He scared her. As Patroclus fed the horse carrots and hay, he noticed that it had gotten awfully quiet. He needed to fetch water for the horse to drink. He gave the horse the rest of the hay and carrots. After, he went to get the iron buckets in the carriage, so he could fetch water for the stead. When Patroclus entered the wagon, he noticed something odd. He sighed to himself. Achilles and Menilos were nowhere to be found. Patroclus thought for a second. He placed his hand on his face.

"Here we go." He said as he threw the buckets over his shoulder while holding the rope. He jumped off the wagon and made his way into the woods.

The moon was shining and full. It was almost as if the sun was outside. Everything was lit up with the moons silver light.

"My, has Selene blessed us with such a wonderful moon." Achilles said with a sly grin and flushed red cheeks. Menilos cheeks too were stained a bright red. He couldn't speak. Achilles sat in the grass behind a huge bush that was next to a tall tree with his legs crossed. Menilos was sitting on his knees. Achilles's grin got bigger. "Look. She's about to take it off." Achilles chuckled slyly.

"Really?" Menilos said pushing the bushes branches a little more apart so he could get a better view. Some way, somehow, Achilles persuaded Menilos to go peep on Merina as she bathed. Despite being a great warrior and the son of a goddess, Achilles was quite the womanizer. Achilles continued to chuckle.

"She's taking off her dress." Achilles said while squinting his eyes. Menilos soon sat on the grass crossing his legs placing his hand over his manhood. Achilles too was slightly turned on. Merina, unaware of the men's actions dropped her dress off her shoulders and onto the ground. Menilos mouth dropped.

"She's so curvy."

"Can you see the front?" Achilles was now squinting harder.

"No. I can't." Menilos said not blinking. "Her skin is radiant." He shook his head. "We shouldn't be doing this Achilles. It's wrong"

"Shut up. It's not every day you get to see a girl like her strip naked. Look at her ass." Achilles could feel his manhood awaken.

"You two are despicable, you know that?" A stern voice said. Menilos jumped. Achilles knew who it was. His eyes were too glued to Merina as she swam through the lake. Achilles placed his fingers to his lips to shush Patroclus.

"You're interrupting me Patroclus." Patroclus grabbed Achilles by his blonde green hair.

"Get up. The both of you. NOW!" Patroclus yelled loud enough for Merina to hear. Merina stopped swimming and gazed in the direction of the bush where the men were hiding. She submerged her body in the water and called out.

"Whose there?" Patroclus, Achilles and Menilos froze.

"We should get out of here." Menilos suggested.

"Yea. Damn it Patroclus." Achilles cursed. "Thanks a lot. Let's go. We can leave in the opposite direction that way." The three men made an exit crawling on their knees making sure Merina didn't see them. What they didn't know was that Merina had gotten out of the water and dressed. She broke a tree branch and used an arrow head to sharpen the end of the branch. She listened carefully and heard the direction the peeping toms were going in. She saw the bushes and moss rustle thanks to the moons light. Swiftly, she threw the spear and it flew across the forest like lightning. She heard it hit something hard and heard a slight yell. Whoever it was, stood up thanks to the pain coming from his cheek. The spear struck Patroclus right across his right cheek. He was bleeding. Merina squinted her eyes to see who it was. When Merina saw who it was she slightly gasped, soon feeling embarrassment and rage.

"You were spying on me?!" Merina yelled charging over to Patroclus. Patroclus grew nervous.

"No! No! No! I wasn't! I swear! On my honor maiden, I wasn't!" He yelled trying to defend himself. Achilles snickered silently. Menilos was shaking.

"So why are you behind the bushes?! How vile! You're a pervert!" Merina yelled while folding her arms across her chest.

"It wasn't me Merina, I swear!" He didn't want Merina to think of him as a pervert. He bent down and grabbed Achilles by his hair.

"OW!" Achilles yelled. Merina's mouth dropped.

"He was the culprit, not I." Patroclus exclaimed. Achilles slapped Patroclus's hand away from his hair.

"Thanks. Friend." He said sarcastically. "It wasn't only me. It was Me- "Achilles looked to his left. Menilos was gone. He was nowhere in sight. "What the hell?" Achilles said under his breath.

"You too?! How much did you see?!" Merina yelled at the two men.

"I saw nothing!" Patroclus said first. The familiar sly smirk that Achilles always had on spread across his face.

"Well. I must say, your assets are quite fascinating." Patroclus looked at Achilles in disbelief. He wasn't making the situation any better. Despite his warrior status, he sometimes was aloof. Merina charged at the two men jumping over the bushes. She started to assault the men with her hands.

"I can explain! It was Patroclus's doing! He told us to come here!"

"You damned liar!" The screams of the two men could be heard miles away. Menilos had made his way back to the carriage and could hear his friends screams. He sighed in relief.

Achilles sat against a tree with his legs crossed holding his left cheek. His eye was slightly swollen. Patroclus laid on his side on a cotton cot holding his left cheek. He seemed annoyed. Due to Achilles's peeping, Merina had put both Achilles and Patroclus out of the wagon and made them sleep outside. She was strong when mad. She was terrifying. No one would ever think that such an innocent young woman could have such strength. The two friends gazed at the camp fire they made to help keep them warm from the night air.

"Well. At least we get to gaze at the stars." Achilles said doing so. Patroclus didn't like sleeping outside in the wild. He rolled over on his opposite side.

"Shut up."

The night air was cool and crisp. The voice of the wind could be heard with a slight whistle. The temperature was comfortable compared to the day time Grecian heat. Menilos was sleeping in the front of the cart. Merina too was fast asleep. She was tossing and turning. She kicked the cotton sheets off her body and sat up pushing her dark hair away from her face. She looked around the wagon and saw nothing but luggage, food, supplies and weapons. She turned around and saw Menilos sleeping. She placed her hands on her face wiping the oils from her skin away. She started to think about her time thus far in Greece. It had been a pleasant experience. Achilles and Patroclus were very kind to her. So were most of the Greeks. She did miss home terribly. Were her parents looking for her? She missed the smell of fresh baked bread being made. She missed the desert heat too. Anyone would think she was crazy for liking the heat but, Egypt was her homeland. One thing that bothered her was that she had no memory of how she got inside a wooden small boat and ended up in Greece. It was all a blur. When she though about it, her mind drew blank. Merina stood up and exited the wagon. She climbed down the small wooden ladder. She looked to her right and saw the horse sleeping. When she looked to her left, she saw Patroclus and Achilles fast asleep. To think that such muscular and strong men could look like sleeping children. Merina looked up at the sky and gazed at the stars. They were breathtaking. She could never see the stars back home unless she went to the country side. Egypt wasn't a mountain terrain either. That's why it was easier to see the stars at night in Greece. The moon was also bright and full. A pleasant wind blew across Merina's face. It was cool and refreshing.

"Merina?" Merina turned around when she heard an unfamiliar voice. Everyone was still sleeping. Merina crinkled her nose in confusion.

"Merina."

"Whose there?" Merina asked. The voice was soft but slightly frightening. "Hello?" Merina turned around and her heart jumped. She was startled. In front of her stood a woman. She had long and thick jet-black hair. Half of her hair was down while the rest was tied up in a bun. She wore a black head chain that fell on her forehead. In the center of the chain, there was a black gem stone. Her skin was deathly pale. Her eyes were covered in a dark eyeshadow. She had tiny freckles scattered across her cheeks. Her gown was black as night with a golden chain wrapped around her waist. She had a gold and black sash around her arms. She wore golden sandals as well. Despite her dark and gloomy appearance, she was quite beautiful. She was almost God like.

"Who are you?" Merina asked.

"Me?" The woman asked.

"Yes, you." Merina replied to the woman's rhetorical response."

"I am whom ever you want me to be dear." Merina watched the woman begin to walk around her in circles. It made her nervous. "However-. "There was a long pause. The woman stopped in front of Merina making direct eye contact with her. "I know who you are." Merina's heart skipped a beat. "I know everything about you. I know about your past, present and I certainly know about your future." Merina watched as the woman started walking around her in circles again.

"My future?" Merina asked with sweaty palms.

"Oh yes, your future Merina. Pity." The woman said looking at the sleeping men near the trees. "It's a pity you have them all fooled. Maybe I should wake them up and tell them who you really are?" Merina turned around and grabbed the woman by her wrist. The woman smirked.

"Don't. Please. At least, let me be the one to tell them."

"Very well." The woman agreed. "I shall."

"Who are you and what do you want?" Merina questioned. The mysterious woman smiled.

"I am a Goddess most equivalent to your Goddess Sekhmet." Merina knew that this woman wasn't here to give her good news when she said that. "Merina, you are in danger. Great danger. When that time comes, and you know what I mean by 'that time', you will be in harm's way."

"Harm's way?"

"Yes."

"How so?"

"I can't reveal that. But know this." Merina pointed to Achilles. "He will be your doom." Merina turned to face Achilles who was still asleep. She looked back at the Goddess.

"Why should I believe you?" The Goddess turned around to face Merina. She smiled.

"Why shouldn't you?" The Goddess raised her hands and a black smog came from them. Merina stepped back frightened as everything around her turned pitch black. She started to panic and when she could no longer see, she started to scream. She couldn't see the wagon, Achilles or Patroclus. She couldn't even see the forest anymore. There was nothing but darkness.

"Hey! Hey!" A familiar voice called out. "Wake up!" Merina's golden eyes flew open and she sat up clinging to the man's shirt in front of her. She was frantic. "Calm down." When Merina realized she wasn't dreaming anymore, she was able to catch her breath. "You must've had a nightmare." Merina looked Achilles in the eyes. She shook her head yes. "Want to talk about it?" She shook her head no. Achilles cocked his head to the side. Merina was gazing into the distance. "Get dressed. We will be leaving soon. Menilos is making breakfast. It will be another few hours until we reach Phthia."

"Um. Yes. I'll be right out." Merina stood up from the cot and loosened the rope that held her off-white dress to change into a new dress. Achilles stood against one of the wooden pillars in the carriage with his usual sly smirk with his arms folded. Merina looked over her shoulder.

"Get out or I'll give you another bruised cheek." When Merina said that, Achilles remembered the pain from the night before. His cheek was still bruised. He chuckled nervously.

"I'll take my leave then." The warrior then exited the wagon. As Merina dressed, she thought about everything the gloomy Goddess had said. How was she in harms way? Most of all, she wanted to know how would Achilles be her doom?