The Underworld. There are many ways I could describe being here. Terrible is a great word for it. It is dark, scary, with the shades of many people wandering. This place is unexciting; it makes me regret my need for vengeance. I can see the river Styx. My mother, in an attempt at making me immortal, dipped me into the river. Obviously, this had not worked. I believe being a slave on earth is better than being here. Why did I need further revenge for the death of my friend? Was the death and humiliation of the man who killed him not enough? If only Apollo had not known my weakness. Though I was ambushed, Apollo would not have led Paris to shoot my heel, where I had been previously shot before. Attempting to avenge my friend’s death more than I…show more content… My abilities are more suited for a head on battle, not for stealth.”
“I believe in you, Achilles, your speed outmatches everyone else. You will be able to sneak by them, now let’s start.” I quickly agreed, and the fight ensued. I had reached a point in which the Trojans were unable to see me as I moved through the battlefield. Odysseus helped lead their group through and killed many Trojans. While that was being done, I snuck up on the Trojan archers, all ready to fire, and killed them. How has a mortal made his way to the underworld, a place previously unreachable by them? He was talking to Elpenor, a great friend of his, then his mother, then Tiresias. After some time, I walked to him.
“Royal son of Laertes, Odysseus, man of tactics, reckless friend, what next? What greater feat can that cunning head contrive? What daring brought you down to the House of Death, where the senseless, burn-out wraiths of mortals make their home?”
“Achilles, son of Peleus, greatest of Achaeans, I had to consult Tiresias, driven here by hopes he would help me journey home to rocky Ithaca. I had learned that you were killed, but no more information was
