【Beginning】
Achilles was the hope for all, to them he was the god of war who embodied victory. He grew arrogant for that he had never experienced failure. He was so overweening that he took no one seriously, not even the King or the Gods.
One day, a priest claimed to be sent by Apollo the God of Sun had come to the palace. Her visit had entirely changed Achilles’ life, as well as the destiny of the country.
Royal Guard: Your Majesty, the prophet is here.
The King: Bring her in, now!
As the King ordered, a maiden wrapped in a hooded cloak entered following the Royal Guards and walked to the King. She bowed before the King as she pulled off the hood. The King also gracefully welcomed her. The King’s behavior stung Achilles, he was indignant that the King honored the prophet of the weaker sex so much.
Cassandra: On behalf of Apollo, the God of the Sun,
Cassandra, Cursed Prophet: I’m here to make a prophecy for the country.
Achilles: Humph! The so-called prophecy is just a con!
Cassandra went to Achilles. As their eyes met, Cassandra’s glance became reproachful. Surrounded by glimmers of blue light, she pointed her finger at Achilles.
Cassandra: Your arrogance will bring you disasters! Your egoism will destroy the country!
As the light faded, Cassandra had already vanished. Everyone in the palace were distressed by her prophecy, except Achilles...
Achilles: Funny! I don’t think there’s anyone who can kill me!
The whole country was worrying about the prophecy, and the King was wrapped up in the prophet's words so much that he could neither sleep nor eat well. Soon after, the country was invaded by Demons, who were so strong that most soldiers were no match for them. The King therefore sent Achilles’ brigade to the battlefield. When Achille set off, everyone said, “We are doomed.”
【Before Battles】
Achilles: Every man got the right to decide his own destiny!
【End】
Victory could not be determined as Achilles’ brigade and the Demons matched the other in strength. The key to winning was a grittier determination. Entirely surrounded by the demons, Achilles was too focused on tackling the enemies in his front, so he was unaware of the murderous intentions coming from his back. When Achilles was fighting valiantly with the Demons, his ankle, the only weakness he ever had, was shot by an arrow all of a sudden.
Achilles fell on the ground, getting weaker and weaker. The enemies grasped the chance to swamp him, removing the thorn in their side with no mercy. The fall of Achilles sapped the morale of the army. They never knew that “the Hero of Kleos” could be defeated. They were so scared that they dropped their weapons and took to their heels.
Gnome Slasher: Go after them! Don’t let them go!
At the moment someone descended from the sky. He ns astopped beside Achilles, knelt and whispered into his ears.
Apollo, God of the Sun: We’ve already been fed up with your superiority...
Apollo, God of the Sun: I sent you my prophet to warn you against your arrogance,
Apollo, God of the Sun: yet you get more haughty...
Apollo, God of the Sun: Don’t forget, Humans can never rival Demons without the blessing of Gods!
When Achilles was on his deathbed, he saw the Demons slaughtering his comrades, yet he could do nothing but grit his teeth. He hated the Gods, as they had deprived him of his pride and taken everything from him. He swore to himself.
Achilles: ‘I shall burn the Gods to ashes with my anger!’