A/N: Ok, I'm alive, that's good. Did anyone see that it was going to be a dream? Ok, this is the third last chapter that I know of sniff
Jasmie107: Kinda mean? I thought it was quite smart. Of course Briseis and Achilles are still together! Zeus himself couldn't keep those two apart!
AMAPADME: I thought that you might, after all, you were the one who gave me the idea. I'm the worst writer because I did that? You didn't think it was a dream? Did I make it that believable? Thank you! You'll have to wait and see if it was a sign.
Amester: Yes, that fixed it all. You liked the twist? I admit, I kinda wrote myself into a corner with that. I thought of continuing it and completely changing the story, but I had no idea where it would go, lol. You're depressed because of my story? You really wanted a twist didn't you?
Anyway, here's the next chapter, enjoy!
A Change Of Alliances
The day was just like any other. The sun shone brightly above them, the wind blew lightly, just enough to displace hair that had been so carefully pinned into place.
The city gates opened and Briseis, Andromache, and Helen took their places upon the wall to watch the battle. The Trojans charged out led by Hector and Achilles. As he was charging out, Achilles turned and smiled at Briseis. This smile was not like the one in her dream. This was a genuine I-can't-wait-to-be-with-you-again smile. Briseis smiled back.
"Come and sit, this will be a long day," Andromache said. She patted the chair beside her. Briseis nodded and sat down, preparing to watch the mindless bloodshed.
Achilles charged forward, his sword raised, a look of rage upon his handsome features.
He brought his sword down, plunging it into soft flesh, revelling in the groan of pain that came from his victim. He pulled his sword out slowly. The wound wasn't fatal, but it was extremely painful.
Every Greek and Trojan ceased fighting to watch Achilles. Achilles placed the edge of his sword against his victim's throat.
"Please, let me live, for my wife!" the soon to be dead man pleaded.
"Fool! Clytemnestra would never take you back! You left her alone at the throne to fight a war that your brother's inability to hold onto his wife caused! Do you really think she would want you back? Oh great Agamemnon?" Achilles asked, sarcasm etched in his voice. Agamemnon looked at him with fear in his eyes. He knew that the last thing he would ever see, would be Achilles' face as Achilles slit his throat, ending his pitiful life.
"She would be honoured to have me return," Agamemnon retorted arrogantly.
"Bastard!" Achilles cried as he ran his sword along the kings throat, watching as the light left his eyes. Achilles stepped back from the body and raised his sword.
"See that men! The great Agamemnon has fallen to my sword! Let that be a message to any man who dares cross my path with an intention to harm those I love!" Achilles bellowed. The Greeks cried out and fell to their knees at the sight of their leader dead upon the ground, his blood still warm. The Trojans shouted their victory and raised their swords in the air as they drove the Greeks back without having another life lost.
Ajax carried his kings body back to the camp, then ordered the men to set sail for Greece, they were finally going home.
That night, the people of Troy celebrated their much needed victory. The Greeks had left, and now they could finally resume their normal lives.
Everyone knew that it was Achilles and his men's' mutiny that had won them the war, and for that, Achilles and his Myrmidons, and Odysseus and his men, had earned themselves a place among the Trojans. The Myrmidons and the Ithacans were no longer safe in their own country, so they set sail and collected their families, and brought them back to Troy to live out the rest of their days as Trojans.
"I can't believe it's finally over, after ten long years, it's over," Briseis said quietly. She leaned against the doorway, looking out over the balcony to the celebrations below.
"Me neither, but it's going to be a nice change. There's only one more thing that I can do," Achilles replied. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck.
"What's that?" Briseis asked.
"To make you my wife," Achilles replied between kisses. Briseis turned around in his arms so that she faced him.
"Well, I think that's the one thing that I can help you with. Am I right?" Briseis grinned.
"I think you might just be right there," Achilles smiled. "But there's one more thing you can help me with. You see, I have this pain, right here," he placed her hand on his groin. "And I think that you might be the only person who can help ease this pain,"
"You're certainly right there," Briseis laughed. She squeezed his arousal, then pulled his head down to a passionate kiss. Achilles picked her up and placed her on the bed, then lay down on top of her.
Slowly their clothes melted away, and Achilles was once again pounding into her soft flesh, consummating their love over and over again.
TO BE CONTINUED……
A/N: Only two more chapters to go!