The End of This Adventure

I knew my death was coming soon, it had been prophesied. Hector's brother, Paris,was the one to do the honors. My death was brought by a spear thrown by Paris but guided by Apollon. This spear hit one of the only parts of my body which wasn't protected by the armor, my heel. My bones were mingled with those of Patroklos as I had commanded earlier. I lived a passionate life, where I fought for what I desired. My rage and violence led me to circumstances I would've chose not to face and I realized this rather a bit late. After everything that occurred the final victory of the Archaeans is achieved. I hope to never be forgotten after all the great sacrifices I made for the Archaeans. Most importantly, I want to always be remember as Achilles, the undefeatable warrior!

Time for a Little Revenge!

Patroklos's ghost came to me and asked me for several favors. He also warned me that my death was soon to come, as I tried to say goodbye to my friend with a simple hug he vanished like vapor. I had an amazing funeral prepared for him and I even conducted a series of games in honor of him. But after the games I collapsed into much grief and hatred. All I knew back then was Hector had killed Patroklos therefore Hector must die. I had no armor to fight with but my mother Thetis could help me with that. Hephaistos owned her a favor from a very long time resulting of him returning the favor by fabricating an astonishing armor made out of bronze and tin. I was ready to kill so many Trojans in order to calm the hatred inside of me. I fought Hector till death and desecrated the body, dragging it behind my chariot before the walls of Troy. I refused to allow it to obtain funeral rites since according to me he deserved none. Until Hector's father who was also the king of Troy begged on his knees for his son's body. This brought me to tears and made me realize the true harm of my actions. I ordered for the body to be cleaned and given to Priam for him to bury properly.

My Dear Friend's Death

Now I will explain why Patroklos death stroke me with such despair. I had given permission for him to fight on my place wearing my armor and riding my horses, I was basically the reason why now he laid on the ground dead! I didn't think much of it at the beginning since he was such a great warrior and the purpose was to make Trojans believe it was me and make them retreat. Also, it would help the Achaeans regain their courage by tricking them into thinking I was back in battle. But the plan didn't work anymore when the Trojans got closer and realized it wasn't me after all. Poor Patroklos confronted one of Zeus's sons, Sarpedon and killed him. Zeus had allowed his son's death but then led Patroklos on a deadly path straight to Hector. Apollon slammed my poor friend on the back and loosened his armor. Hector gave the final blow. He then took the armor off Patroklos body and with Zeus help put it on for all to see. Then all Trojans and Achaeans fought for Patroklos body, what a humiliation. I wasn't aware of these events and when I was knowledgeable I thought was too late to save his body. But goddess Iris helped me give everyone conscience of my presence by screaming on the top of my lungs. The third terrifying scream made the Trojans retreat and I was able to collect Patroklos's body  from the battlefield.

My Refusal to Return

Without me fighting on their side the Achaeans started losing the war terribly. The Trojans had pushed them back to the ditch they had once dug and were trying to set fire to all their ships, which meant depleting. So many of the best Achaen warriors were wounded such as Menelaos and Odysseus, this made Agamemnon realize he needed me back. He sent many gifts, like land, gold and a wife, with Odysseus, Phoenix, Telamonian and Nestor. None of this made me want to go back, Agamemnon's troubles and all the deaths and wounds of Achaeans didn't bother be whatsoever. I was so selfish and thoughtless back then, sometimes I wish I could take it all back and do it once again. But my definite decision of never fighting again was quickly changed when I found out Patroklos was killed while wearing my armor. At that moment my argument with Agamemnon didn't matter anymore but he still felt the need to shower me with gold and horse, not so much to appease me but to ease his killing conscience which tormented him after all the pain he put me through. 

A Call for Help

I surrendered Briseis to Agamemnon, after all there was nothing I could really do. I went off to seashore and called to my mother.She emerged from the sea and listened to my problems feeling very sympathetic for me. Thetis promised me she would ask Zeus to compensate me for the horrible humiliation. Zeus agreed to help my mother so that I would have glory and honor before dying in the Trojan War. After all he once had feelings for her and he was also afraid to upset his wife, Hera. In a way I wanted lots of revenge, after all I had done for Agamemnon this wasn't what I had in mind. I wanted him to suffer just as much as he made me suffer or even more. I was the undefeateable warrior Achilles who was unstoppable and almighty but Agamemnon hit my weakness by taking her away. Now it might be hard for you mortals to understand but taking someone's woman was a huge deal at this time, remember this was the reason for the whole Trojan War.

Suddenly my Fury was Released

Agamemnon only looked after himself, he hardly ever thought about others. This was clearly shown when he decided to return Chryses's daughter and replacing her as a slave with my dearest Briseis in order to compensate his loss. This made me extremely furious since she was all I ever had to help me through war and the only person who could bring my anger to complete ease. I rose to my feet and called Agamemnon a coward, pitiful king and things I have come to forget over time. As I let my rage consume me Athena stood invisibly beside me attempting to sooth my hysterical anger. Athena insisted to contain my madness by telling me it was the will of Hera and herself. I was so inflamed that I could barely fulfill their wishes; I had never been good at containing my anger and this was the hardest time of all. I told Agamemnon he was going to have to fight without me and my soldiers. Finally, I regained composure and sat down.

The Tenth Year of War

We came under attack from the god Apollon. I remember those nine days clearly when Apollon would stand offshore and unleash arrow after arrow into our camp. We all assumed it was going to stop but it didn't, so I called an assembly in order to find out the reason why Apollon was so angry at us.Calchas knew the reason but he was very fearful to speak out since he thought Agamemnon would be very severe on him. I promised him that there would be no harm directed towards him if he spoke only the truth, as I said this I glared at Agamemnon to emphasize the meaning of such promise. Then Calchas explained that Apollon was wrathful since Agamemnon had treated Crhyses, Apollon's priest, very badly. I soon came to find out that Chryses's daughter had been taken as a slave by Agamemnon and Chryses had begged for her but instead of returning her Agamemnon threatened to kill Chryses if he ever came again. Now, Apollon was on the Trojan's side so this had been enough for him to explode of fury. I knew this had to be fixed.