Achilles killed the Amazon Penthesileia on the battlefield outside Troy. Or did he?
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Warrior's pledge
It was way after midnight on a dark and moonless night, where the dank humidity smelled foul and felt suffocating, like a thin, sticky coating against her skin and the mosquitos were active, buzzing around her ears like relentless daemons. They were out for her blood, they like so many others, still to Penthesileia, they were among the more harmless ones. Harmless but ever so annoying, she thought as she slapped her chin, where one of the little bastards had sat down to feed. No, that talkative Euphyrion's salve didn't help as he had promised they would. If she ever saw the little fraud again, she would cut off his ears. Or perhaps something
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Blood in the hot sand
Sweet Artemis, but was that man huge? Huge and scary. Biting her lips, Penthesileia regarded Achilles from a far, scrutinized his six foot five bulk, clad in shining armour of the kind that was professionally molded to leave as little openings as possible and still not hinder the user too much or being too heavy or cumbersome to wear. Achilles' bronze helmet covered his face and was crowned with a notable red, white and black crescent and he carried a long sword and a ditto spear, both weapon looking really heavy, still he treated them as if they were wooden toys, swung them with such quick ease that they almost appeared harmless - until they
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The first day of the rest of her life
"Penthesileia," a voice spoke into her ear. A melodic, female voice. "Daughter of Ares, you need to listen to me now. And listen carefully. Because what I intend to tell you at this moment is important."
"Say what? Who?" The Amazon turned around, trying to discern who had spoken, the sand rasping beneath her palms and mingling with a sticky sensation of what must be blood. Her blood.
"Penthesileia, I'm Orianthe. You cannot see me now, but you have to listen with judgment to what I'm going to tell you, because you have an important decision to make, perhaps the most important decision in your life."
"But my life is over now, right?" she blur
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Leia, I am your father
Olympos had taken her breath away, there was no denying that. Penthesileia might have been impressed with Erebus' Enigma castle when she had come there a bit more than two years ago. However, nothing could have prepared her for this illustrious place. Olympos was so much more than just a few palaces on a mountaintop. It was a complete society, consisting of a small town or a large village, depending on how you saw it, located in the middle of the cropped-off mountaintop. The town encircled parts of a large lake and surrounding it in turn were flourishing meadows and small woods. There were waterfalls streaming down the hillsides and more pond
Dawn was breaking, pink sunlight sneaking in trough narrow slits in the tent, like spears of light, waking her up as they tickled her eye-lids. Out there the sounds of the day had begun, horses were neighing, dogs barked and people walked to and from, talked, the rattling and clinking of their arms and the creaking of leather, heavy-shoed feet crunching against the gravel. There were also the smells, scents of newly baked bread mixed with the less pleasant reek of garbage and dirty dog.
Yawning, Penthesileia crawled out of the sleeping bag, swung her legs down on the cold and clammy, trampled ground and stood. Quickly she made it over to the
Achilles was kissing her with the same poignant intensity as he had fought her earlier, and Penthesileia tried to gasp for breath, surprise and consternation getting the better of her. Now what? Was that some kind of way to distract her from claiming her victory?
The very next second she understood was he was up to, she was no adversary anymore, she had shifted to ally against one of the onlookers, and she would have laughed, had he not been busy with her mouth. With a part of her mind she recognized some kind of commotion over by the edge of the training pit, but she couldn't care less, she started to kiss him back.
Now, Penthesileia had t