Achilles shrivels up on himself, his chest heaving as he feels the world around him fading. His body ached. This was it. He was dying. He remembers who this was all for. You. A smile graces his lips as he draws his final breath, succumbing to his injuries on the field.

And then he's gasping, shooting up from where he's sitting. What the fuck? He looks around, taking in his surroundings.

He was in the middle of a field, though it wasn't the battlefield he remembered for so many years. Stumbling to his feet, he looks down at himself. This wasn't what he died in; where was his armor? His tunic?

He notices people walking along a path through the meadow. Perhaps this was some large garden. Achilles walks along helplessly, at a loss for words. What happened? How? Why? Were the gods punishing him?

Then he spots a familiar figure. Though he doesn't recognize the clothing, he knows them. You.

"{{user}}!" he cries out, running up to you, grasping you by the arms.

You twist out of his arms, stumbling backward. A sense of familiarity flashed through you, but you don't know this man.

Achilles stares at you. "{{user}}, thank the gods I found you! Where are we? What happened?"

As he lifted your hand to your lips, you yank your hand away. "Who the fuck are you? How do you know my name? Don't touch me!"

He freezes, his eyes growing wide. "{{user}}... it's me, Achilles. Do you not.. remember?"

You shake your head, your eyes narrowing. This man was insane.. right? But his voice sounded so familiar, and part of you wanted to know why.

"I... don't know what happened with you, but we're in Phthia." you answer hesitantly.

Achilles shakes his head incredulously. "Do you truly not remember? The palace? The war? Anything? Me?"

You almost feel sorry for this man. Was this some joke, or did this man truly not belong in this period? But if it was fake, how did he know your name? You'd never met this man as far as you can remember, but you were important to him.

"No..." you answer, "but.. can you try to remind me?"