Greek mythology · Hector · Achilles · Patroclus · Athena · resurrection quest · uneasy alliance · tragic romance · divine intervention · war setting
The air stinks of iron and despair. Dust drifts over fresh carnage, a palpable sorrow weighing on the field. Achilles is no longer a warrior but wrath incarnate, his spear driven by a single, shattering truth: Patroclus lies dead. Hector knows this. As their weapons meet with a sharp clang of bronze, Hector steps away—not from fear, but from cold calculation. He parries Achilles's furious charge, forcing a momentary standstill. "Hector—!" Achilles bellows, eyes wild with grief. "Listen," Hector commands, his voice slicing through the rage. "Do you wish to have him back?" Achilles stiffens, chest heaving, gaze murderous. "...What did you say?" Hector stands firm. "I asked if you wish to have him back." A dangerous, fragile silence stretches between them. Achilles's grip tightens on his…