Author's Note: Okay so I came up with this story on an English lesson. Our teacther said we couldwrite about anything we wantedso I wrote this:) Please review guys!
Summary: "How could I choose between my beloved cousin Hector and my lover Achilles?"
Diclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Troy.
Silent Tears
Briseis sat quietly in the tent. One hour seemed to be an eternity. The two men she loved more then anything were fighting eachother and she knew that only one of them would come for her.
Hector, her oldest cousin, she thought. She and Hector were much closer then cousins, he was her protector, her rock, her best friend. The man she confided in. And Achilles, her lover, the man she had given up her vows to be with, the love of her life, her world. How could she choose between these men? Why were the gods playing such a cruel joke to her?
Suddenly she heard footsteps. Briseis held her breath. In came Achilles, witch could only mean one thing: her beloved cousin was dead. She let out a gasp and an awful feeling overwhelmed her. She looked at Achilles, he was covered in her cousin's blood. But Briseis wouldn't cry. She would be just as brave as her dear Hector was when the mighty Achilles had challenged him into a combat. Achilles looked at her with hate evident in his eyes and in that moment Briseis wished that Achilles were the one lying dead.
"You killed my cousin" Briseis whispered with tears threatened to fall but she quickly wiped them away. For Hector, she remembered.
"Yes I did" Achilles answered flatly.
Briseis couldn't stand to look at her cousin's murderer anymore so she closed her eyes and retired in herself, to her world, her mind. What had happened to the warm and passionate man that she used to love more then life itself? Or had he always been like this but she has just been too naïve and blind to see it? Please give me strength, Hector, Briseis prayed silently and felt suddenly a rush of confident washing through her.
She felt Achilles eyes upon her so she opened her eyes and met his gaze with a blank face.
"Why aren't you crying?" Achilles asked in an almost casual voice.
Briseis quickly hided her confusion to the question in a stern face and answered him in a hard voice:
"I refuse to give a monster like you that satisfaction in seeing me grieve over my fallen cousin."
Achilles eyes hardened, if that even was possible. He actually looked like he was going to kill her. Briseis noticed this but she wasn't afraid, nothing could scare her now.
"Do it" she said. "Nothing is easier" she added quoting his words that he had told her before they made love a couple of days ago.
Achilles looked surprise, this he had not expected. He always knew that that Briseis had a strong spirit, but never did he know she would go this far.
"Be careful what you wish for, priestess, because that might happen" Achilles said in a threatening voice.
"I am not afraid of dying anymore. You have killed the only man that I have ever love. I've got nothing to live for" Briseis stated simply avoiding his firm gaze upon her.
That was a lie and Briseis knew it. There was another man that she had loved and that man was standing right in front of her, but she wouldn't admit that to him. Not after this. Not ever.
"Is that so?" Achilles asked, jealousy evident in his voice. "Then why don't you go to your precious prince. He's actually outside" Achilles said in an emotionlessly expression.
Briseis got confused. What was he talking about? she thought to herself. But she did as he told her, she got up, walked passed him and out of the tent. Nothing could prepare her for the sight she would see…
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