Post by s h a d o w on Jun 5, 2008 8:53:15 GMT -5
Sparta
The Third Day
The day had seemed fit for fighting. *Two days ago we went against what the oracle said and marched out with 300 men to battle the persian empire. Two days we had battled the Persians and kept them away from what was rightfully ours to keep. Another day. It was just another day where our friends would lose their lives, where we would wish to mourn the deaths of our brothers, but triumph in the victory of our enemies’ perils. The sun was baking against the sand as we enter into formation, arrows flying towards the army that seemed to never quit. But we were forever. We were what we had to be. And we would go home tonight to our women proud of being what we are and knowing that we helped Sparta stay Sparta and not come under the control of a blithering idiot such as the Persian king. No matter how many men he had under his control. We would be the last to go.
A Few Years Later
I wish to the Gods that my father had survived that battle long ago, along with many men also. But thus so, my wish was never granted. *The spartan's never back down, they never beg for mercy, and they never surrender. The spartan ways are what we keep most holy in our lands. But now without a king the people are losing their sense of order, they are forgetting what exactly makes a spartan, spartan. We need a king. We need somebody to take control. To make order of a mess that was made by a battle many of us never even fought. *The spartan's that went and fought, none survived, none returned, but those who know what happened, well they respect and remember. The words that are whispered throughout the city, the sacred words that no one dares speak aloud, the words that ring through the ears of all, persian, greek, spartan, the words of the famous Leonidas and his army of 300, the words that show the true spartan, these words carry what is left of the spartan ways. "Spartan's tonight we dine in hell!" Where is the light at the end of the cave? There are holes but they are not big enough to sift through? Will the rightful king show himself soon so we can get back to the Spartan life I was taught as a child just a mere few years ago?
.wrath.
The Third Day
The day had seemed fit for fighting. *Two days ago we went against what the oracle said and marched out with 300 men to battle the persian empire. Two days we had battled the Persians and kept them away from what was rightfully ours to keep. Another day. It was just another day where our friends would lose their lives, where we would wish to mourn the deaths of our brothers, but triumph in the victory of our enemies’ perils. The sun was baking against the sand as we enter into formation, arrows flying towards the army that seemed to never quit. But we were forever. We were what we had to be. And we would go home tonight to our women proud of being what we are and knowing that we helped Sparta stay Sparta and not come under the control of a blithering idiot such as the Persian king. No matter how many men he had under his control. We would be the last to go.
A Few Years Later
I wish to the Gods that my father had survived that battle long ago, along with many men also. But thus so, my wish was never granted. *The spartan's never back down, they never beg for mercy, and they never surrender. The spartan ways are what we keep most holy in our lands. But now without a king the people are losing their sense of order, they are forgetting what exactly makes a spartan, spartan. We need a king. We need somebody to take control. To make order of a mess that was made by a battle many of us never even fought. *The spartan's that went and fought, none survived, none returned, but those who know what happened, well they respect and remember. The words that are whispered throughout the city, the sacred words that no one dares speak aloud, the words that ring through the ears of all, persian, greek, spartan, the words of the famous Leonidas and his army of 300, the words that show the true spartan, these words carry what is left of the spartan ways. "Spartan's tonight we dine in hell!" Where is the light at the end of the cave? There are holes but they are not big enough to sift through? Will the rightful king show himself soon so we can get back to the Spartan life I was taught as a child just a mere few years ago?
.wrath.