𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 (𝙹.𝙶.) [𝟷]

1.7

MEETING FROSTY MCFROSTFACE AND HER SNOWSIBLINGS

Mae found herself in a strange yet familiar setting—the battlefield of the Trojan War. She was not just an observer but felt the powerful presence of Achilles within her. The armor, the weight of the shield, and the familiar grip of the sword all felt real. She could smell the blood and hear the clash of weapons and the cries of warriors.

Mae, as Achilles, was charging through the battlefield, her every movement fluid and deadly. She felt the rage and the exhilaration that Achilles must have felt, the invincibility granted by the gods.

As she fought, Mae could hear snippets of conversation, like echoes in her mind. She recognized one voice—it was her mother, Hestia.

"Remember, Mae, the strength of Achilles flows in your veins. His courage, his determination—they are yours too."

Pushing forward, leading her troops with a fierce resolve. She saw Hector, the greatest of the Trojan warriors, standing defiantly before her. With a fierce battle cry, she engaged him, their weapons clashing with a force that reverberated through her entire being.

"Die, Trojan!" Mae heard herself shout in Achilles' voice, a mix of anger and triumph.

Hector parried her strike, eyes filled with determination. "You will not take Troy, Greek!"

Their duel was intense, each blow more powerful than the last. Mae felt Achilles' skill and strength guiding her, the legacy of her ancestor flowing through her veins. The vision shifted, and Mae saw the moment of Hector's defeat, felt the overwhelming sense of victory and the sorrow for a fallen hero.

As the vision faded, Mae found herself standing before the walls of Troy, watching Achilles mourn Patroclus. The pain and rage were palpable, and Mae could feel tears welling up, though she couldn't tell if they were hers or Achilles'.

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Mae woke with a start, the dream fading but leaving a profound impact. She blinked and found herself back on Festus, the sky had darkened and the cold wind was biting at her cheeks. Jason's arm was still around her, steady and reassuring.

"Everything okay?" Jason asked, noticing her sudden movement.

She nodded, wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Yeah, just a dream. A really intense one."

"Want to talk about it?" Jason's tone was gentle, but Mae could see the curiosity in his eyes.

Mae hesitated, then decided to share. "I was... Achilles. On the battlefield during the Trojan War. It felt so real. The rage, the power... the pain."

Leo, who was already shaken awake and piloting Festus, glanced back. "Whoa, that's heavy. Achilles, huh? So, is he like, your great-great-great-super-great-granddad?"