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When A Tornado Meets A Volcano	By : alicevanity Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 2263 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own Troy or the charcters of that story and I don't make any money of writing it. Don't sue! :]

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Summary: Even after mourning his cousin and claiming Hector's head, Achilles failed to retrieve his peace of mind. He was about to hit rock bottom, when a twist of fate intervened.

Achilles clearly had no respect for the spiritual world, nor people who believed in it. In his eyes, life was a battlefield, and when they ended � there was nothing left but a rotting body. He saw no point in the burial sacrament and working the gods. His eyes believed only what they saw, and all they ever saw was pain.

A sacred woman stepped into his life when he least expected, Briseis , and his beliefs remained the same. But his heart will never be, his heart carried the scar proudly. The scar of a man who dared to love.

So when fate brings together two individuals who try to run, each one from his own tragedy-bound destiny, can two wrongs make a right?

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Her ears rang as she ran towards the exit, trying to find a quick way out. All exits were blocked, and she saw the end of her reflects in the eyes of a blood thirsty Greek soldier.
At last, the young woman fell to her knees infront of her god's statue and started to pray. Tears came up in her eyes as she asked for forgiveness and salvation, expecting to feel the sword every moment now.
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If only they knew who she really was, they would have raped and killed her long ago. Luckily, they had no idea. They threw her into a huge tent, and she crawled up into a small, terrified ball. She was waiting for someone, no doubt.

Moments later, a soldier came in with a bowl full of clean water. "Clean your self up." he ordered coldly, hinting towards the bowl and throwing a white nightgown in her lap.

He carried himself heavily around the room, looking huge, especially when she was sitting on the ground. He was about 6'3, with big hands and a fat stomach. His unshaved, sweaty face, were stained with what she assumed to be a mix of blood and dust. For a moment, she thought of suggesting him to do the same thing, but didn�t want to give him any reason to hit her.

Obediently, the black haired girl rose to her feet and gave him a hesitating look. "Come on!" he urged her, hoping she'd take her clothes off in his presence.

"You don�t seriously expect her to bath in front of you, do you?" A scornful voice sounded behind him, and the startled soldier turned to see who else was there.

"Achilles." He acknowledged the proud warrior who was now standing in front of him. "Leave us. And stop taking slaves." He ordered with a certain quiet confident in his voice.

The girl just stared at him silently through a pair of jet black eyes, his words echoing in her ears; "Stop taking slaves" � So that is what I am? A slave? she wondered but didn�t dare to say anything.

"That would be all." Achilles urged him to leave again and the soldier finally stepped out and dropped the curtain behind him.

The young woman gave Achilles a quick look and turned her back on him, crossing her thin arms on her chest. "Don�t you think it�s a bit rude? Not to say, stupid? To turn your back on me?" Achilles questioned, intrigued by her actions.

"No. I could kill you in the blink of an eye." The girl answered simply and raised her chin high, he just chuckled in response. Achilles waited for her to talk again, and when she didn�t, he decided to keep the conversation rolling.

"Didn�t they tell you pride is a dangerous sin?" Achilles stepped forward, she could feel him getting closer, that�s when she began to tense.

"Well, I heard you weren't quite modest yourself."

She examined him earlier, and knew exactly where his knife was placed, it was time to take action.

Turning sharply, she pushed him hard in the middle of his chest and reached her hand to pull the knife from his waistline belt. Achilles's hand was already gripping her right wrist, stopping her from digging it into his ribs.

"You're fast." He examined her face admirably.

"But not fast enough." He added and she felt his grip tightening around her fist, pressing her fingers harder and harder 'till she was forced to let go of the sharp weapon.

Never in her life had the future queen faced a half naked warrior. Their noses almost browsed against each other, and Achilles could feel her warm breath over his face. Too close.

His sky blue eyes disappeared behind fluttering eyelids with a sigh. He was jaded, and always feared a situation like this one to happen again. The blond man drew back and looked away. "As my soldier had probably told you; you can eat, wash and rest."

This scene was reminding him the circumstances that made him fall madly in love with one beautiful Priestess. He refused to give in to the painful memory, nothing would ever be the same again. he thought to himself.

"You mean that�s it?" the girl asked desperately. Achilles only looked at her, semi-surprised by her question- his brows rising in response.

"You have no place to go back to anyway." He finally murmured apathetically and started to take his clothes off.

She wasn�t sure of his intentions, but he was definitely a respectful enemy. Achilles. She kept repeating his name in her heart, listening to the water pouring down his body. Nevertheless, she didn�t even dare to peek. Only the sound of a soaked piece of cloth hitting and caressing his body was enough to ignite her imagination.

She only pretended to be asleep the whole time, and when the water sounds quieted she assumed he was going to lie down close to her. The following noises, however, came from the other side of the tent- so she realized he chose to sleep there.

"What is your name?" his manly voice sounded fairly distant. "Pandora." She replied quietly, shocked that he could sense her awake the whole time. "Well, good night Pandora." Achilles said and lied on his back.

After what felt like hours, when Pandora was positive the warrior fell asleep, she dared to get up on her toes and sneak next to him. On her way across the room, she passed by the knife that was lying there, right where she dropped it earlier that night. She thought of picking it up for a moment, but she knew she wouldn�t have the guts to kill Achilles.

Instead, she sat by his side and examined him closely. Covered with nothing but a thin sheet, the great warrior seemed so vulnerable. One golden strand fell on his smooth cheek when he shifted softly, and she was almost tempted to reach out and remove it from that angelic face. His body was muscular and manly, but his serene expression reminded her of a child's peaceful slumber.

And all that time, while Pandora examined his admirably structured body, some part of her was asking the gods' forgiveness. For her thoughts weren't entirely pure.

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Well, this is my first Troy fanfic, I felt very inspired by Achilles's character after watching the movie so I decided to write it down.
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