Remember

Chapter 4

Achilles and Hector looked at their old garment in wonder. They were surprised they had withstood the test of time. Diana was careful to look over each item of clothing. Including her own mourning shroud. It wasn't the easiest thing for her to look at but she did it.

"They were apparently kept hidden by Queen Livitica, she ruled until the ripe old age of 40 and died of...a snake bite? Jees that sucks. Anyway but that's the only thing it says about the clothes other than the maybe owners. Hector, King of Troy, apparently the Queen's father. Achilles, hey he's the one who had the weak ankles or something like that. And mystery queen." The intern read off the list to Diana and the other two.

"Diana." Both Achilles and Hector say her name.

"Right, sure, Queen Diana. Doubt she cares, they're all dead anyway. The replica's are ready to be put on the manikins with the real ones in their cases." the intern says and then walks off.

"That's just awful to look at knowing that I died in that, my body was once in that. I remember everything, including the pain." Diana expressed as she tried to keep her strength.

Achilles came up and took her hand in his.

"It won't happen again, we're not leaving you." Achilles tries to comfort her.

"We will get back and kill that fool of a king before he can even mutter your name." Hector agrees.

Diana nods as a few men come and take the artifacts away. Just as they are about to leave the room a fat old man who happens to look a lot like agamemnon walks in and he is angry.

"How dare you! Sleep with my daughter to use our family's most treasured possessions!" the old man roared looking right at Achilles.

Achilles was quickly getting tired of this. He hadn't slept with the girl, just maybe an alter ego form of him did? He didn't know how to explain it, even if it was explainable. The man tapped his foot waiting for an explanation.

"I don't think you want to bring up the true reason you possess these garments do you?" Diana challenged.

"I beg your pardon young lady?!" the man yelled back at her.

"According to my research and your genealogy, you are a descendant of Agamemnon are you not?" Diana said and both Hector and Achilles caught on.

"I fail to see what that has to do with this situation." he scoffs.

"Your ancestor tried to murder Queen Diana, according to multiple reliable sources. However he never served any time nor was brought to punishment yet your family just happens to have their clothing? The clothing of three missing people? Seems a bit suspicious." Diana continues.

"Four, they forgot the other woman's daddy." a woman comes up with what looks just like Meg's dress in her hands.

"Felicia, enough. They can't have these, they are family heirlooms." the man points out to his daughter.

"Daddy, they're old clothes from some story grandpa used to tell." the girl rolled her eyes as she handed the box to Achilles. "Let it go dad, you aren't the guy grandpa talked about sheesh."

The old man gasped in shock at his daughter and quickly left the room with her but Diana felt something off about that man. Looking down at the dress Meg had worn, she couldn't help but wonder where Meg was if not here?

"We have to find a way to get back, anything else on the back of that portrait?" Hector asked as Diana took the portrait out and placed it under a light.

Looking very careful through the marking on the back, all she could read was what Henry had read before. It didn't mention anything about going back to the past. Just remembering the lives they once had.