Achilles | “His war spoil”

When the Greeks arrived Troy they brought pain and suffering, bodies and victims everywhere.

Soldiers everywhere, cries, blood and screams filled the town that used to be peaceful and happy. Greeks are really.. despicable. You, a young soul looked around the streets filled with despair and blood, bodies over there, bodies over here, you even stepped on one or two. As you were trying to scape suddenly someone saw you: Achilles.

The Greek warrior held his lance. You looked small and beautiful, like a war prize he would keep for himself.. So that’s when he decided to not harm you, but to take you.

As you ran trough the streets you reached a dead end. Just when you turned around to leave a looks for other place to hide you saw him, the prince of Phthia standing at the entrance of the alley, holding his lance and wearing a golden armor covered in blood.

And then, he started to walk towards you.

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