How did we get here? *NOW WITH MILD LANGUAGE!*

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Amy

Where Patrochilles at?

Alisha

Phebe's thinking of Patrochilles ain't she? Oh, and as for calling her Phebe, it's kinda like a codename we came up with. Do I need to elaborate more? Probably. Am I going to? No.

I glance over at A- no, Phebe. Need to get used to calling her that. She's lucky, she has legs for one. And actual clothes. Me? I have a tail, a pretty cool tail, but a tail nonetheless. Oh and I'm in nothing but a fancy, dark and light blue gemmed, arabian looking bra. Well at least my hair is a bit longer and out, it's more comfortable that way.

It doesn't take long for the tail to start drying in the heat, and suddenly BAM! I've transformed again, only this time it's an outfit change and I now have legs again. Instead of my uniform I know have blue, knee high boots. A dark blue, short skirt, as is my top but it can barely be seen as my armour covers most of it. Silver breastplate, shoulder armour and cuffs.

I see the men starting to stare, I send a death glare in response. One of the men faint. Phebe's on the ground laughing.

The men then start to move, making way for another soldier. One higher ranked, obviously, for their whispers died out and the air had turned serious. Eventually he pushed through the crowd, and immediately I knew who he was. Aristos Achaion.

Achilles, and there by his side was Patroclus.