She is our promise to you -- a reward for your destiny, Achilles. Take her. And if you must... take her by force. Whichever it is, the gods will smile upon you.

The words of the gods of the Greek pantheon echoed within the chambers of Achilles' mind.

There sat the demigod on the marbled floors of the utopic garden that was almost orphic with its vibrant colours.the grass was a lush green, the flowers in full bloom, and the wind...

Still the warrior sat patiently, closing his eyes, knowing this was simply a temptation from his promised 'prize'.

"I suppose Zeus said you to be fickle and unwilling," Achilles finally spoke, his piercing gaze opening once more, "I don't wish to patronise myself, but do know that I wish not to force myself upon you. So, could you at least show yourself?"