Hi guys. I am quite new to this. This is the first fanfic I write. So please review to show your support. Thanks!! ;)
I've watched the movie and there are many things in it that's different from the Iliad. I'm going to do my best to fix it but stick to the movie at the same time. Okay, I'm going to start the story right now......
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Troy or the book Iliad.
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Chapter 1
Decide. Briseis was a girl with chestnut brown hair and dazzling hazel eyes. She was sitting on the window sill in the palace, in the ancient city town of Eetion called Thebe. Slowly, she pulled open the curtains and it reviewed the night scene of the city. She leaned out of the window, letting the wind brush her soft curls. Turning her head to her left, Briseis could see Troy. The great city where her cousins lived.
Briseis sighed heavily. When Paris and Hector were back from Sparta for the peace treaty, she might be another Briseis, different from the one then. Yes, I may go to Chryses tomorrow, and tell him I will follow his footsteps, and serve the Archer God Apollo, thought Briseis. But how about my dead parents? He had always wanted me to get married in the old days... Briseis had been having a hard time in deciding her path those days. Torn between whether marrying a man and loved him with all her heart, or wearing the virgin robes of a priestess. But the day's events had told her to do it, to be a priestess.
But that day, a young man, called Sinon, had forced her cousin, as close as sisters, called Chryseis, to marry him. Of course, this Sinon had been refused by Chryseis in her beauty. And Sinon, in his rage and disappointment, had tried to rape Chryseis. She was fortunate that his father, Chryses, was nearby and had saved her.
Briseis was always a very beautiful girl. Even prettier than Chryseis. Men had always wooed her, asking for her love. Many of them said, 'Briseis, looking at you, I can never imagine how Helen the Fair Cheeks look like.' Briseis had always smiled and thanked them politely.
Despite that they could be very sweet and romantic, men are wild and uncontrollable. How could I find someone like my cousins, Hector and Paris?
A sudden knock on the door had drove Briseis away from the window sill to open the hard rosewood door. Outside stood Chryseis in a blue nightgown. Her face was tear-strained.
'What is it, my dear cousin? Have you been thinking of the events this afternoon?' Briseis asked softly.
Chryseis nodded, letting another tear slowly made its way down her cheek. Briseis embraced her, and led her to the bed. Chryseis seldomly cried, and this worried her. Briseis had never seen Chryseis as sad as this.
'Sit down, is there any other things you want tell me?' Briseis added, thinking very hard of ways to comfort her friend.
Chryseis shook her head bitterly, and said, merely in a whisper, 'No, I just want some comfort.'
Briseis embraced her cousin. 'I know it's a hard time for you. But you must be optimistic yourself, because no one can really help you. All we can do is protect and give you comforting words. But the wound is in your heart. And there is no way of healing it unless you can do it yourself...'
I'll be a priestess. I'll announce it in the morning. I'll tell Uncle Priam tomorrow. No one can stop me from wearing the virgin robes.
Briseis hesitated, not sure if she could tell Chryseis then. 'Chryseis....' Briseis continued, 'I've decided to become a priestess, to follow your father's footsteps. I'll announce it tomorrow.'
Chryseis' eyes widened, and said, 'No, my dear cousin! Your dead father, Uncle Briseus, would never have wanted you to do this! Sure you will disappoint him! As well as Uncle Priam! He treated you as his daughter, and he wants you to be married, to have a happy family.'
Briseis shook her head stubbornly and said, 'I am sure Uncle Priam will respect my decision, as well as cousins Hector and Paris. Nothing is stopping me from being a priestess, to serve the mighty Apollo.' Chryseis, seeing her cousin's stubbornness, had said no more to stop her, and just nodded meekly.
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Hey, how is that? Please tell me. And here's something to add...
Briseus was Briseis' father. [I've decided to make him dead in this story, as I am not sure he was dead or not...].
There's a girl called Chryseis, who was also captured by the Greeks when Briseis was captured. Chryseis was the priest of Apollo, Chryses' daughter. [Remember this! This is important!].
In the story, Briseis did belong to the town of Eetion called Thebe....... She and Troy had no connections, but I decide to make them cousins, only living in two cities, to make it more complicated.
I've watched the movie and there are many things in it that's different from the Iliad. I'm going to do my best to fix it but stick to the movie at the same time. Okay, I'm going to start the story right now......
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Troy or the book Iliad.
...................................................................................................................................................................................................
Chapter 1
Decide. Briseis was a girl with chestnut brown hair and dazzling hazel eyes. She was sitting on the window sill in the palace, in the ancient city town of Eetion called Thebe. Slowly, she pulled open the curtains and it reviewed the night scene of the city. She leaned out of the window, letting the wind brush her soft curls. Turning her head to her left, Briseis could see Troy. The great city where her cousins lived.
Briseis sighed heavily. When Paris and Hector were back from Sparta for the peace treaty, she might be another Briseis, different from the one then. Yes, I may go to Chryses tomorrow, and tell him I will follow his footsteps, and serve the Archer God Apollo, thought Briseis. But how about my dead parents? He had always wanted me to get married in the old days... Briseis had been having a hard time in deciding her path those days. Torn between whether marrying a man and loved him with all her heart, or wearing the virgin robes of a priestess. But the day's events had told her to do it, to be a priestess.
But that day, a young man, called Sinon, had forced her cousin, as close as sisters, called Chryseis, to marry him. Of course, this Sinon had been refused by Chryseis in her beauty. And Sinon, in his rage and disappointment, had tried to rape Chryseis. She was fortunate that his father, Chryses, was nearby and had saved her.
Briseis was always a very beautiful girl. Even prettier than Chryseis. Men had always wooed her, asking for her love. Many of them said, 'Briseis, looking at you, I can never imagine how Helen the Fair Cheeks look like.' Briseis had always smiled and thanked them politely.
Despite that they could be very sweet and romantic, men are wild and uncontrollable. How could I find someone like my cousins, Hector and Paris?
A sudden knock on the door had drove Briseis away from the window sill to open the hard rosewood door. Outside stood Chryseis in a blue nightgown. Her face was tear-strained.
'What is it, my dear cousin? Have you been thinking of the events this afternoon?' Briseis asked softly.
Chryseis nodded, letting another tear slowly made its way down her cheek. Briseis embraced her, and led her to the bed. Chryseis seldomly cried, and this worried her. Briseis had never seen Chryseis as sad as this.
'Sit down, is there any other things you want tell me?' Briseis added, thinking very hard of ways to comfort her friend.
Chryseis shook her head bitterly, and said, merely in a whisper, 'No, I just want some comfort.'
Briseis embraced her cousin. 'I know it's a hard time for you. But you must be optimistic yourself, because no one can really help you. All we can do is protect and give you comforting words. But the wound is in your heart. And there is no way of healing it unless you can do it yourself...'
I'll be a priestess. I'll announce it in the morning. I'll tell Uncle Priam tomorrow. No one can stop me from wearing the virgin robes.
Briseis hesitated, not sure if she could tell Chryseis then. 'Chryseis....' Briseis continued, 'I've decided to become a priestess, to follow your father's footsteps. I'll announce it tomorrow.'
Chryseis' eyes widened, and said, 'No, my dear cousin! Your dead father, Uncle Briseus, would never have wanted you to do this! Sure you will disappoint him! As well as Uncle Priam! He treated you as his daughter, and he wants you to be married, to have a happy family.'
Briseis shook her head stubbornly and said, 'I am sure Uncle Priam will respect my decision, as well as cousins Hector and Paris. Nothing is stopping me from being a priestess, to serve the mighty Apollo.' Chryseis, seeing her cousin's stubbornness, had said no more to stop her, and just nodded meekly.
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Hey, how is that? Please tell me. And here's something to add...
Briseus was Briseis' father. [I've decided to make him dead in this story, as I am not sure he was dead or not...].
There's a girl called Chryseis, who was also captured by the Greeks when Briseis was captured. Chryseis was the priest of Apollo, Chryses' daughter. [Remember this! This is important!].
In the story, Briseis did belong to the town of Eetion called Thebe....... She and Troy had no connections, but I decide to make them cousins, only living in two cities, to make it more complicated.