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20 April 2008 @ 07:51 pm
In All but Blood, ch 12  
Title: In all but Blood
Rating: PG-13, for now
Summary: When Patroclus accidentally kills a friend in an argument, he and his father are forced to flee to Phthia, where the queen is said to be a goddess and he's asked to look after her tiny son, unknowing that a series of events has been put into play that will change the world forever.


Thetis arranged her dress carefully, and pulled her himation over her head. She had determined that if she was to be seen and recognized as the wife of Peleus—and more importantly, mother of Achilles—she would hold her divine countenance, and had taken special care of her appearance. All her jewelry was made of shells, except the gold ring on her finger and bracelet. From under her himation, her hair fell in a cascade of gold curls.

To tell the truth, she had no idea how a daughter of Poseidon would dress, but she was willing to take the chance.

At times she felt bad about pretending to be a goddess, and wondered from time to time if Poseidon would grow angry at her impudence and send the sea to swallow her up. In the end, she justified her actions by saying that she was doing this for her son. Someday, he would be a Hero, but there was always a first step to these things. she had decided that this had to be it.

On the other hand, suitors would end up fighting over the Beautiful Spartan Airhead. This would eventually lead to war, and Thetis knew that one of them might come to Achilles for help. She refused to let her son die before his time of glory.

Which was the whole point of the trip up this mountain. She had determined to hide him before anything came of this fight. No glory ever came from fighting for a girl he didn't even want.

Thetis pulled her horse to an abrupt halt when she hear a yell.

“Who are you?” A man? No, not quite. “Turn and tell me, or I swear I'll shoot.

Slowly, she turned on her horse to look at the speaker. A dark youth was standing some way up the mountain on some rocks, pointing a drawn bow. There came a gasp from somewhere to the side.

“No, wait!” A younger boy came running up. “That's...”

Thetis smiled, but it faded quickly when the newcomer looked at her with a slightly confused and hurt look in his eyes. There was a stillness as the older of the two looked between Thetis and Achilles, before relaxing his bow. However, his eyebrows were drawn together and his lips formed a thin line. She could tell he had figured who she was.

“What are you doing here?” Achilles finally asked.

“I've come for you. I must speak to your teacher.”

The other boy looked to Achilles to make the decision. After a moment, the boy nodded and came forward, taking the horse's reins in hand.


Achilles sat with Medeus while his mother was in the cave with Chiron. Neither of them said anything, but he could tell Medeus was upset. He just kept fiddling with his hunting knife, and occasionally looking toward the cave with a cold look.

As much as he hated to admit it, Achilles wasn't so happy himself. Certainly had missed his mother, and could very well be glad to see her. However, she had explained the situation on the way up, and had reprimanded him when he made a protest to the idea of hiding among girls. But worst of all was that no-one was to know where he was with the exception of Chiron and Medeus, and them only because they where there at the time. No only that, but he could be there for year while Patroclus would be at war without him. He could wait for Glory, but he wanted Patroclus to be there with him when that happened. How could that happen if he was fighting a completely different war at the time?

Thetis and Chiron emerged from the cave, and Achilles stood. The old man looked about as happy as Medeus did.

“Well, there's nothing I can do,” he said. “I don't like the idea of you wasting your life away pretending to be some pampered princess, but your mother's the one who has real control over your fate.” Achilles nodded, glad that Chiron had at least tried.

Thetis wanted to leave as soon as possible, so that they could reach the bottom of the mountain as soon as possible. Chiron didn't say anything, just gave Achilles a smile, and a rough brush on the head. Medeus, on the other hand, just stood there for an amount of time hugging him.

“I pray we'll meet again,” he said. “But if we don't, just know that I'll always love you like a brother.”

Achilles gave a deep sigh. “Medeus...will you do something for me?”

“Name it.”

“If you see Patroclus again, will you give him a kiss for me?”

Medeus paused for a moment. Then, said, “Sure. Alright.”

Achilles looked up at his friend and smiled, and stood on his toes—Medeus was even taller than Patroclus—and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, placing a kiss on Medeus' cheek. The older boy gave a laugh, and for some reason looked a relieved. He leaned down and kissed the top of Achilles head, before giving him one last squeeze.

“Now beat it,” he said. “And maybe I'll show up sometime, if only to see what a beautiful girl you make.”

Achilles frowned. “Shut up.”

“Achilles...” Thetis was getting impatient.

So Achilles mounted his horse and rode away, refusing to look back. He thought he might not be able to bear it if he did.

Yes, Achilles was nine years old when he went off to Skyros. The himation is a wrap worn over the chiton, sort of like the way a toga was worn.

Part Thirteen: The First Man
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See you later, instigator: YoshikiLoveoudeteron on April 21st, 2008 04:45 pm (UTC)
This is a great take on the entire "Achilles hiding as a princess" deal. I can't imagine he would be instantly thrilled about it. Wow, I've just realized how nicely the story is moving on...enjoyed this chapter, looking forward to more! (...Am I trying to rhyme here or something?)

“If you see Patroclus again, will you give him a kiss for me?”

Medeus paused for a moment. Then, said, “Sure. Alright.”

^Love this part.
MissTeacakesmissteacakes on April 22nd, 2008 12:09 pm (UTC)
Actually, a problem I used to have is actually keeping it moving. I sort of wonder if it had the negative effect of shortening everything too much...
See you later, instigator: Albus/Gellert (by ushitora_icons)oudeteron on April 22nd, 2008 07:08 pm (UTC)
No, I wouldn't say it's too much. These are still the early years and you've thrown in some great stuff already (like the whole dynamic between Patroclus and Medeus). It's definitely not lacking.
Olivia: awesomeeosyn on April 22nd, 2008 04:12 am (UTC)
Lady, you are amazing. I love the peek into Thetis' mind, and, of course--Princess Achilles!
He thought he might not be able to bare it if he did. Despite being a gorgeous conclusion, I think you meant "bear?"
MissTeacakesmissteacakes on April 22nd, 2008 12:07 pm (UTC)
Um, yeah...there are certain parts that I just seem to need to put in other peoples' perspectives. And Achilles in drag is always fun.

Damn, that one always gets me! That, and effect/affect. Thank you.

Edited at 2008-04-22 12:10 pm (UTC)