Disclaimer- I do not own 300 or any of it's characters. (Some of the real history and ideas may be changed)
"And so my king died, and my brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my king's cryptic talk of victory. Time has proven him wise, for from free Greek to free Greek, the word was spread that bold Leonidas and his three hundred, so far from home, laid down their lives. Not just for Sparta, but for all Greece and the promise this country holds." Dilios said in front of me. I handed him his spear. "Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called Plataea, Xerxes's hordes face obliteration!" He yelled.
"HA-OOH" I yelled in unison with my brothers behind me.
"Just there the barbarians huddle, sheer terror gripping tight at their hearts with icy fingers... knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of three hundred. Yet they stare now across the plain at *ten thousand* Spartans commanding thirty thousand free Greeks! HA-OOH!" He yelled loud enough for all of us to hear.
"HA-OOH! HA-OOH! HA-OOH!" We all yelled, slamming our spears into the ground together, as one.
"The enemy outnumber us a paltry three to one, good odds for any Greek. This day we rescue a world from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything we can imagine." He yelled, putting on his helmet. We all followed his lead and put ours on as well. "Give thanks, men, to Leonidas and the brave 300! TO VICTORY!"
All of us yelled and charged down the hill, I made sure to stick close to Dilios and the few behind him that he chose to lead the lines of the Spartan's and Greeks. The Persians didn't falter, but knelt down, spears pointing to us, the suns rays reflecting on the silver tips.
"Alcaeus, I want to talk to you." Dilios said, getting up from around one of the many small fires all 40,000 of us needed to stay warm. Not that the Spartans needed warmth. I stood up and followed him to the top of a small hill, far away from the others.
"Yes my king?" I asked, brushing my red cape out of my way. He stood and looked out across a plain of sand.
"Tomorrow, bodies will cover that plain, Alcaeus." He said, still staring at the plain with his good eye. "I want you to be by my side when the time comes."
"Of course, sir, I wouldn't have it any other way." I said, trying to imagine all the bodies and the blood that the sand will soak up.
"Will you do one thing for me?" He said, turning to look at me. I gave a nod of approval, why would he think I wouldn't do something for him? "If I perish, you shall take my place."
"What? How can you say that. You know we will win and you will survive." I yelled, which wasn't like me, I barely ever disagreed with him.
"It's just a back up, Alcaeus, if I pass, you are the only one that I would want to take my position." He said placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded reluctantly and placed my hand on his opposite shoulder.