Chapter 1-Thinking Back
"In the end, a Spartan's true strength is the warrior next to him. So
give respect and honor to him, and it will be returned to you.
First you fight with you head..." "Then you fight with you heart."
I heard two voices whisper to me as I was pinned face-first in the
dirt. It was Mother and Father. They always brought more
strength and energy into my blood. When, I heard their past
words, I headbutted my oppenent, which knocked him off me, and
managed to get on my feet to beat him down. I then picked up the
biggest stone and quickly beat his head in.
Some would have thought of this as savage, but this is our
heritage, our past, our future. Ever since Father set out, bit
determined with his 300, Mother's heart and soul died with him,
like an empty seashell I've found on the beach once. But, she was
still queen and thats all she would focus on, Sparta. Doing
everything in her power to do what's right. Dilios soon went to
finish what Leonidas started, and succeded. We all rejoiced,
having many gatherings and celebrations. Dilios told us the
downfall was that, 'Xerxes cowered out of facing our warriors
when his men were defeated, so he jumped off of the cliff plunging
into the waters below. Our men shot arrows and when nothing
surfaced, we left to return to our homeland.'
I was soon sent to this barrack, tearing me from Mother's crying
grip on me. I didn't want to leave her like that, but I really had no
choice. This is where I'm at the passing moment, thirteen years in
age, fighting for my living being. Soon, I will return home, to
Sparta not only as a man but as a King, much like my Father.