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We were returning home to the south, scarred and singing songs of bravery and comradeship, the blood of our enemy still sticky upon our boots. We had spent the winter in the frozen north, battling the black painted barbarians that blew in with the blizzards and choked the life from the land. They were a spirited bunch, each one of them a warrior; the professionals wore dark leather and wielded brutal two handed crushing and cutting weapons made of a shining silver metal that seemed to never tarnish or dull, but some wore little more than sackcloth, chewing on strange mushrooms that drove them into a bloodlust beyond all mortal comprehension, and howling and screeching they would charge, battering against our ranks flailing cruel spiked and clawed weapons, a real meat grinder of a battle, it was no wonder these northern barbarians had the Atheneans scared.

"So, it's defeat for you, is it? Someday I must meet a similar fate..."

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"Make camp?" A soldier that walked behind him asked.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
"It's just we still have a long hard road infront of us. Would it not be better to rest near the mauntains?

Not many people know this, but I own the first radio in Springfield. Not much on the air then, just Edison reciting the alphabet over and over. "A" he'd say; then "B." "C" would usually follow...

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King Leonidus strode past, munching on an apple noisily, "Yeah," He swallowed, "We could do that," He took another bite, the flesh of the fruit coming away with a loud crunch, "It would be safer, in cave, but," And at but he spat tiny fleks of apple to the wind, "But rocks are very hard," He tossed the apple to the young soldier, "And apples don't grow so well up there." He strode on, shouting, "Right, where's my fire? And what happened to that foreign booze we adopted as our own?" The soldier examined the half eaten fruit, "But I don't like apples." He slapped the young soldier on the back, "Fine, I'll eat, you drink".

"So, it's defeat for you, is it? Someday I must meet a similar fate..."

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The Spartans sat around their fires eating apples and enjoying liberated supplies, singing songs telling tales and laughing. By a small fire at the edge of the group they sat, in the shelter of some brush, drunk from the foreign booze. "So where are you from lad, I don't recognise you?" He asked the soldier as he finished shuddering, having just swallowed a mouthful of the poisonous tasting liquid from the leather bottle. "Edge of Sparta, farm. I'm the only son, and I'm the youngest. It's been three generations since my family had a warrior to bring honour to their name." He smiled, "Oh aye? And now you're a warrior?" The lad sat up, swaying slightly, "For the first time I have faced death and won, am I not a warrior?" His smile broadened to a grin, "You have faced death lad, I'll give you that, but won? You are alive, lad, not immortal," He sat up, was surprised to feel a slight sway in himself too, "I suppose you are _technically_ a warrior, but this was simply a battle to drive out an invader that was already leaving by the time we caught them." The lad swigged from the bottle again. "Technically, I'll drink to that."

"Here, don't drink all of it." He took the leather bottle from the lad and swigged from it himself. The lad turned to him, "You married?" He nodded, grimacing as the firewater cleansed his throat, "Yeah, son and daughter too, why?" He leaned back against the tree again, "I want to get married. She does too."
"But her father doesn't like you?"
"No."
"And when you get back you will be undeniably a man, by technicality, He grinned again,"So he won't be able to deny the two of you any more!"
"Exactly."
"Now that's the kind of battle that makes you a man" He clapped the lad on the back. "Aw shit, bottle's empty".

"So, it's defeat for you, is it? Someday I must meet a similar fate..."

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As Leonidas and the young man were talking, the others sat around the campfire and boasted of their success in battle.
"Did you see how many barbarians I killed!? Gwahaha, the bastards didn't stand a chance against my mighty blade!"
*Laughing*
"You forget, my good Xelios; the number of times I had to save your ass when you got ahead of other soldiers."
"Bah! I could've handled them on my own, you just got in the way!"
"Oh? I did, did I? You say you could've handled it when a crazed man; twice your size, knocked you to the ground and was about to swing his flail into your skull and crush it?"
*More laughter from the soldiers and grumbling coming from Xelios.*
"Come my friends, let us drink to victory!" *Shouting*
The men proceeded to laugh and drink and be merry..But they would not be prepared for what was to come...

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The fires had grown small but the embers were still bright, those who were not sleeping peacefully were lying still in the hope that if they pretended hard enough they would be asleep, and not dying from that damned foreign booze.

The night was dark, the shadows were long, dancing, causing the world to be uncertain of its shape and form, and from this uncertain world they watched the "Spatan", looking at sheilds and swords, clothes and boots. Even the soles of their boots told them something.
A Spatan moves inside the cloak wrapped about him and their eyes, narrow and piercing, go to him. The cloak falls way from his leg and they are gone, consumed by the dancing shadows.
Unknown to the shadows, unseen by their piercing dark eyes, Leonidas struggles upright, "Mmphf... piss..."

"So, it's defeat for you, is it? Someday I must meet a similar fate..."

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