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Characters: Erato, Achilles
Date/Time: Morning of the Spring Equinox, March 20, 2012
Location: Fort Lewis
Rating: TBD--might depend on how this goes.
Warnings: The Muse is at her full power, so... possible sexuality? Maybe language?
Summary: The godlings have their powers back for the day. It's the perfect time to catalyze a legend.

Erato wasted as little time as possible getting to the military base. She had taken her car--it was still faster than trying to go on foot, goddess or not. Once she got out, she was aware of people staring at her, but she didn't have time to pay attention.

Sure, she'd been seen plenty of times by the officials who marked who came and went, but she was greeted with wide eyes and open mouths when they saw her in her truest form.
"I'm here for my hero," she announced, breezing past them.

She did not just walk into his quarters, though. Rather, she stood outside in the courtyard area, and called for him by name: "Achilles!" She watched as the crowd gathered around to watch, in awe of her presence.

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There was but another face the men turned to when she appeared. She was like a goddess, and every single one of them devoured her with their eyes and minds.

Achilles stood in his uniform, a significant glow around him. It was almost as if with her breath alone she fed to his ego. He felt reborn. He felt as if no one could touch him. Some of the men could find themselves in awe, others jealous. There was an odd mix of emotions running around the camp, all of them intensified.

He held out his hand for her to take, a strong and large one against her own dainty fingers.

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Erato beamed with pride as she took his hand. She was radiant in her beauty, from the wreath of red roses in her golden hair to the golden sandals on her delicate feet. She turned to address the crowd that had gathered around them, her voice ringing out with the clear sweetness of a bell.

"Hear me, o soldiers, men of war and pride! I stand before you, Erato of the Nine Muses, immortal daughters of mighty Zeus, those who sing of great men and great deeds," she announced, and looked to face Achilles.

"The man I stand with today is my champion, my favored one: Achilles, son of Peleus and Thetis. I have chosen him, a paragon among men, for his valor, courage and strength. He is, and shall always be, the greatest warrior to walk upon this earth. Follow him, o soldiers, and you will always know victory. Follow him, o soldiers, and the legend that begins today will never be forgotten!

Though you will find no better leader, he cannot do this alone. Thus, I grant to him my favor. For his mantle, he shall carry my grace, so that the swiftness of his feet never fail. For his weapon, I grant him my words, as he follows the promise of his father to be a doer of deeds and a speaker of words, and may touch the hearts of all he meets, whether by pen or sword. And, for his shield, I grant him my love, for there is no greater power, no nobler reason to protect and serve."

With that, she rose onto her toes, and kissed him deeply and soundly, with a promise of all the love she had in her heart--and all of it his.

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Their attention stayed on the golden muse and her words, hanging on her breath as if their lives depended on it. Every word was like a succulent drop of honey, quenching their taste, but only leaving them wanting more. As she spoke Achilles' strength seemed to only increase. His pride grew. A Lieutenant that could lead anyone on his own words and brute power.

He had no shield or sword to clamor against the other in a battle cry. There was no battle now, but there would be today in their hearts and minds. Warriors that needed to break the ground with their swift feet. He stepped into that crowd of men.

"Immortality is yours. It is but within your grasp. The stars in the night sky. The air you breath. Follow me and your name will be written in stone as it once was for the Myrmidons." He raised his arm into the sky like a bright flag of courage. It was their beacon. "Stand with me, the mighty Achilles! I am your shield and your strength."

The entire crowd bowed at his feet. He was more than that. He was a king!

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Erato stood close at his side, as proud and regal as any queen, despite her small size. After all, she had once been the queen of Malos--she belonged at the side of this warrior-king.

"On this day, a hero has been reborn," she declared, "This day will be sung of, and it is because of all of you. Your names will not die, for I will remember them forever. And again, the world will know the glory of Achilles!"

"Forever will I keep your legend," she promised Achilles in a softer voice, "I keep my promise to create a new song for you in the hearts of mankind. I keep my promise to stand with you always. You are my hero, and in return, I am your Muse. I love you, mighty, godlike Achilles, with all my heart. I have given myself to you, and granted you my favors. There is but one more gift I can offer you, my hero. You once had a son, but his name was largely forgotten." Her eyes shone, proud, determined and loving, with the flash of intuition that came from being under Apollo's tutelage. "Make love to me, before the sun rises tomorrow, and I believe I will be able to give you a child whose legend will endure as long as yours, and perpetuate the greatness of Achilles for all time."

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She stood like a queen would to a king. She treated him royally. The clamor of men shuffling to their knees put the sense of pride in himself that while always present, was pushed aside in this new life. Arrogance came with a price, he knew that, but right now there was no other feeling that being their master and commander.

Erato's promise was enough but she requested more. "I was no father in the past." He'd hardly known anything more about Neoptolemus other than the fact that he was growing in his mother's womb. He had no thought of him before his death. Achilles was in no way a father, but her rush of energy made it difficult to say no. "I'm hardly one now," he whispered into her ear. An heir was what any war hero wanted. It guaranteed success.

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Erato smiled gently.
"I had but one child the last time I had this form. And, I'm not yet a mother in this lifetime," she admitted. "Under normal circumstances, I would be wanting to wait until after I finished school and married, but, if I do, my children will likely just be ordinary humans. Regular people, with no guarantee of heroism, invisible among the throng."

She squeezed his hand tightly.
"But today we walk as gods again. Just today. And I feel it, right down to my core, that any child conceived of this power, this day, this moment, will be destined for greatness--a true demigod hero among a sea of mortals. For the world, for what lies ahead, for you, my brave hero, it would be my greatest honor to give birth to a legend--and the heir to carry yours. Together, side-by-side, we could bring up the True Heir of Achilles, the Greatest Hero to Ever Walk The Earth."

She lovingly caressed his cheek.
"I offer this gift to you with all my heart, but I cannot force you to take it. I leave the decision in your hands."

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Could he ask that of her? Such a tiny creature that he'd grown so incredibly fond of. He wasn't sure he was able to be something of a father. He'd never been one in the past. She was incredibly tempting. All he could manage for a moment was to stare with wanton eyes into her own.

He kissed her then. Heavy. Dominate. Powerful.

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Erato kissed him back, matching his divinity and power with her own. Confident. Sensuous. Passionate.

"The future is ours to create, our moment to shine," she whispered, "No looking back. No regrets. Finish what you must with the men, and then let's make this a day that will be remembered forever as the forging of immortality."