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“You think I'm the only one with blood on my hands? Look at yours, Catra. Are you proud of what you’ve become?" Catra's back hits the marble wall. "A mercenary? The mighty general of the Myrmidon army? This isn't the Catra I know.”
“You don't know me as well as you think you do,” Catra spits.
Adora surges forward, hands whipping out to press against the wall on either side of Catra’s head. Catra clenches her fists at her sides. Their breaths mingle.
Sandalwood and sweat. Adora’s mouth is red as a pomegranate.
“I know everything about you,” Adora whispers.—
In the golden age of heroes, Adora is the best of the Greeks.
After spending several years on the slopes of Mount Pelion, training with the centaur Mara, Adora is finally called to lead her mother’s army to Troy as the Commander of the Myrmidons. What makes things complicated is the fact that Catra, her childhood best friend turned bitter rival, is Adora's second-in-command.
(The Song of Achilles/Iliad Catradora AU.)
