Pleistarchos' Story:

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.