Title: Black Sea
Type: Drabble
Rating: T
Pairings: None
Category: 300
Summary: King Leonidas thinks over the real reason as to why he is fighting. He stares at the on coming hordes, waiting patiently for whatever may come. No pairings. Drabble.
Other: Can't really think of anything.
King Leonidas stood there, watching over the on-coming hordes of Persian soldiers. Although they did not move, and looked to be a large mass of darkness rather then groups of soldiers, they still seemed to be menacing. What he felt was not fear, but rather a small sense of curiosity and thrill. He felt this wanting to know, and imagining what was to come.
He smirked, the night allowing for his sight to gaze down on what looked to be campfires as well as torches. He narrowed his eyes, seeing them stretching as far as they could. The entanglement of the fire's, each being held by it's own person, looked like that of a sea. A vast area of lights in the dark, as if each one were a ghost, and they held the torches to light their way as they moved around in the sea.
He closed his eyes, imagining Sparta falling to this sea of darkness. Everyone, every thing would die, or become enslaved. What kind of King would he be should he allow for his people, his culture, to fall to Eerxes? He would never be able to face the day, face the Gods or the sun should such an event take place. He would have let down his world if he were to walk away from this. It was the fact that simply trying, and simply knowing that he had fought for his country, that alone would allow for him to face the afterlife.
He felt it, that gentle breeze as it passed over him. He took a step away from the cliff, turning. He faced his home, the area he grew up.
The smell of the breeze had come from Spartas' direction. As he looked on though, he could only see darkness. Not even the moon would light the golden wheat grasses that encaged the valley.
He took in the smell, deep, yet faint. It held the smell of his village, of every living soul in it. Most importantly though, his wife and son.
He turned back to the 'sea', the smell continuing on over it.
Leonidas hoped for a second that the 'sea' below could smell it, would come to recognize it as Sparta. He wanted for them to know what his 300 men were fighting for. He wanted his men to be reminded as well, as what they were fighting for.
Began: 8:40 AM 1/25/10
Finished: 9:11 AM 1/25/10
-D. D. Darkwriter
Small is sanity, yet still it's sane.