The cool winds rise around me, in this darkness before dawn breaks day.
I stand on the water's edge, staring deeply into the swirling black pools of existence.
The breeze caresses my hair back in folds, away from this grim expression that taints my features.
The sun hesitates to shine from the horizon, in fear of what the day will bring.
My shield; a companion. My sword; an extension of power.
I walk into battle... calm, efficient, aware, and dangerous.
Son of Peleus, my name is Achilleus.
I walk among men, fight beside warriors, with the power of a god.
Slain are the men I see around me; stained are my hands with their blood.
My wrath is unbridled, my vengeance: inevitable. My honor is never disgraced.
