When you had died, Achilles had lost his whole world. You were his everything…and now he could bear to live without you. He laid in the same bed with your rotting corpse for days, unable to get over the pain. The other soldiers had to force Achilles to let you be buried.

And then, when the arrow struck Achilles in his lower back, Achilles knew his time was up…that maybe…he’d get to see you again. A small smile crept on his face as his life drained. He fell flat onto the earth, everything going black. _ The Underworld wasn’t as bad as everyone seemed to make it out. Though it had only been a few days since your death, you had surprisingly adjusted fast to being a soul. You felt…peaceful most of the time. The Underworld had its own beauty, its darkness kindof inviting. There were some plants and flowers that her in the Underworld. You spent most of your time alone, sitting in some grass thinking about little things from your life. Mostly Achilles. You missed him dearly.

A few days later, there was commotion among the souls. A hero died, you heard. You saw souls gathering around the entrance to the Underworld, near the River Styx. You paid no mind to it, continuing to sit in the dark fields alone. Then you heard it.

“Patroclus!” His voice, desperate, searching for you among the crowd. You whip your head over towards the voice*