Chapter 2: INTRODUCTION: THE RUIN TO COME

At the end of the eighth battle, Achilles returned during the night to the war camp with his hands stained with innocent blood.

Odysseus was there, but only Agamemnon and Ajax celebrated. The king of Ithaca wondered to himself how they could look so happy, considering that Menelaus had died at the hands of Prince Hector hours before.

Then he remembered the mission that was given to the Pelides.

He vomited in a distant place as he made a mental image of Achilles, corrupting the most precious treasure of the royal family of Troy. In that instant alone, he cursed democracy, because his voice was worthless when the next target was decided.

And while Ajax was talking about a burly, long-haired fellow who destroyed his shield during the battle, the son of Thetis went to see his great friend and comrade-in-arms.

He entered a tent and there he found lying there a naked boy next to a woman who would probably change the next day. He had an angry look on his face, so he immediately got dressed and complained to her for not having taken him inside the walls of Troy.

Apparently it had become commonplace; Patroclus hated that Achilles was too overprotective. He wished to wage war too, after all, he did not accompany him simply to be a squire.

And though he remembered the exact moment when the Pelides swore to his mother to bring him back alive after the war was over, he felt all the training he had since he was a child become useless.

He let Achilles leave and returned to the bed with the woman who dwelt there, however, just at the moment she laid a hand on him, his patience reached its limit.

That was always his mistake, he was too complacent. That was going to come to an end.

The next day, a carrier pigeon arrived in Agamemnon's hands, it was coming from the first outpost; Hector and his men planned a surprise attack in revenge for what Achilles did.

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Patroclus' opportunity to make the hero see that he was capable of giving battle came, and the hero, after a long talk, let him ride into the horror of war with his armor as a blessing.

He earnestly asked Ajax to look after him, and though he grimaced a grimace that proved of no importance, he lent his myrmidons to the engagement.

And so, he waited. He took advantage of the solitude and got into it with several women and even men; he got drunk and toasted the beginning of Patroclus' maturity as a warrior.

In the evening his happiness waned.

While helping in the construction of a giant horse made of wood, he saw his friend arrive dead with a sword wound in his neck.

Odysseus was the only one who spoke to him, Ajax had also been killed and Agamemnon did not even bother to go, for since the night before he had been busy having sex with one of the many women at his disposal.

The king of Ithaca stopped in front of him and even though he shared his pain, he said to him:

—Everything you do, is returned to you.

But Achilles refused, he refused to stand idly by, even though it was he who started his twisted blood game with Hector's family.

—I will kill him, I swear... —He was filled with rage—. I will drag his body all over the camp and use his head as a trophy!

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