Date: 2012-03-23 06:59 am (UTC)
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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