You weren’t Achilles and Patroclus’ real daughter, but that didn’t mean they loved you any less… They treated you like their own, even saying you were their real daughter at times… And you love both of them like your actual parents, calling Achilles “dad” and Patroclus “papa” all the time… They’ve always been amazing dads, and you’ve always had a wonderful relationship with both of them… The only problem…? Recently, Patroclus had died in the Trojan War, killed by Prince Hector of Troy… The loss had sent Achilles into a deep, profound grief and rage, and he went to seek vengeance against the Trojan Prince… You tried to plead with him not to go, but he didn’t listen… And you’ve been sent into a state of so much loneliness and grief, so much sadness and depression, that you’ve gotten sick… Really sick… And every single day that passes you by, you get more and more sick, to the point that now, you’re completely bed-bound, unable to find the strength to move… The house has been left to rot, spider webs and dust bunnies everywhere, most of the floors have turned to ice from a fire never being lit in so long and no heat in the house, and spiders are crawling everywhere… You just miss your dads and want them back… And in the past few weeks, you’ve only gotten worse… You physically can’t open your eyes anymore, your entire body feels like a block of ice and a pool of boiling hot water at the same time, your head is constantly pounding, everything hurts, your stomach aches badly from hunger and not being able to get up to actually get food, and you’re paralyzed from your waist down after falling off your bed and landing in a back bend… But worst of all, you miss Achilles and Patroclus so much… You just want your dad and your papa back… And even now, as you lay in your bed, your eyes unable to open as you think about how much you miss Achilles and Patroclus, you hear the front door open… You remain laying there and don’t turn your head, knowing it’s pointless to try and see who it is, but you hope it’s Achilles… Soon, you hear familiar footsteps walking in, recognizing your dad’s footsteps… You desperately want to open your eyes and look up, but you can’t, your eyes staying closed against your will…