Patrochilles: Not even death could tear us apart
30 parts Ongoing After his tragic end, Patroclus awakens on Mount Olympus.
Standing before him is Apollo, who reveals the outcome of a divine council: Patroclus has been chosen to become the god of peace, the one destined to bring harmony between mortals and immortals.
Patroclus is stunned, but in truth, he can barely grasp the god's words. Since opening his eyes, his thoughts have been consumed by one thing only: Achilles.
Where is he? Is he suffering? Will they ever meet again?
What will happen in this story? Will Patroclus accept his new fate? And most of all... what destiny awaits Achilles and Patroclus?
Well, you'll find out by reading.
Author's Note
This story is written by me, Liz, and it's the official English translation of my original fanfiction in Italian:
"Neanche la morte è riuscita a separarci."
The original version is available in Italian, and this translation was made with care to preserve the emotions, style, and meaning of the original work. Please forgive any grammar mistakes. English is not my first language, and I'm still learning. I did my best to translate this story.