The Song Of Achilles Novels & Stories

“A sister to others, unknown to me.” “Birth foretold, so many threads were weaved.” The trio of voices sing, braided together with chilling harmony. “Cunning mind, deadly keen.” “Power from ancients, blessed by three.” A melody so intoxicating, like a child of Hamelin, I couldn’t help but be drawn to follow it. “Come closer to me!” They continue singing, the melody floating on the air, begging me to come closer to better hear the sweet song. “It’s a song of Harpies, do not move closer to them!” Theia calls, my feet suddenly rooted in place.

"Lady, more approach from the North! An army of twisted souls marches on our borders with fell intent!" Alias flung back her crown of blossoms, eyes ablaze like captive stars. "Then we make our stand here! Friends, with me - sing the glade alive!" Her melodic incant raised tinkling harmonies among the guardians that swelled to a crescendo shaking moss and loam. Vines lashed out, ensnaring crazed beasts as dryads melted from bark to join the eerie chorus. The glade responded in full, trunks creaking as massive oaks groaned awake. Boughs stretched forth gnarled talons that snatched invaders into strangling embraces. Their howls rent the forest song, mingling with the dying cries of those we fo

I cried, resting my lips on his cheeks in an attempt to lessen the pain he was going through given his loud groans and the sweat forming on his forehead. The Siren's Song, lethal to anyone unfortunate enough to hear it, is the reason why sirens are as intimidating as they are rumored to be. Undefeatable and inescapable. Written about in the archives of military war plans concocted over the centuries, never been used in the past 500 years. Forbidden magic, only used as a defense to deter persons from a fight, is never meant to be practiced. Yet here I am, killing my only source of happiness left in this world of desertion and betrayal.

"You'll kill her if you carry on like this!" "I'm ME!" I said more angrily. I can feel the anger rising, and it's like lava inside my body, and I don't understand why Achilles is trying to make me even more nervous. "Soph, you're not like that," Achilles says. He comes closer, trying to hug me, but I slap his hand away and push him, seeing his body go backward a few meters. "HELIOS!" Achilles shouts, putting his hand to his chest, and I see blood trickling from the corner of his lips.

Yet tonight, I could feel the stirring of something deep within him a spark waiting to ignite. I stepped closer, my bare feet silent against the cold stone, and raised my voice in the quiet of the night. My song began softly, a haunting melody that wove through the wind, curling around Kael, threading through his chest, seeking the part of him that was still mine. It was a song of longing, of pain, of memories etched into the very marrow of our souls.

NO! Braxius and Achilles clash. Both men are mighty warriors, but I can surmise Achilles lives for war. Braxius is not thinking, lost in the pain of his older brother's death. His emotions are making his moves wild and sloppy. Achilles is only toying with Braxius, taking in the delight that he understands he's about to kill another prince. Over my dead body! Without any thought, I run over to the two fighting men. Remembering my soccer days from my youth, I perform a perfect slide in the grass behind Achilles. Then, I use my sword to slice the tendon right about his heal. The one that is named after him.

The heart's song wasn't a weapon; it was a *mourning*. Rhydian collapsed, the heart's light now fused with his scar. "It's a memory," he gasped. "The goddess wants us to *remember*. Not just the Betrayal... but what came before." The Keeper bowed her head. *"The song was never yours to control. It is a requiem. To heal, you must listen."*

"What is this melody? It feels... familiar." Lysandra's voice was gentle, almost a whisper. "It's the Song of the Haven, a tune that has played since time immemorial. To find the Heart, you must first find harmony with this song. Let it guide you, let it become a part of you." Closing our eyes, Alec and I allowed the music to envelop us. Memories, both personal and ancestral, flooded our senses — moments of love, pain, triumph, and loss. The Song of the Haven connected them all, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and hopes.

Achilles spun the fireball in his hand, growing bigger and bigger with each turn until he launched it into the room sending the soldiers flying through the air until their charred bodies hit the walls. Sword drawn, Aurelia sprinted into the room with a battle cry as she began maiming and dismembering the soldiers. Achilles sprung forth, shifting into his snow leopard and with a fierce roar, he too began to take on the soldiers that were running around, frantic in the fray.