I am Spartan
Είμαι Σπαρτιάτης
Spartanj6
You think you know the truth about him... You know nothing.
A fierce storm ravaged the whole of Greece, Sparta enduring the most of it... for within the king Archidamos II bedchamber came a midwife holding a newborn baby.
His father was Ares... the Ares, the God of War. His mother, Lampito, a mortal woman and queen of Sparta...
The midwife presented the baby to a woman most likely the baby's mother who laid in the king's bed who smiles at the sight of her son, the midwife then holds the baby to the ceiling where a painting of Ares brandishing his spear.
Together they had a boy, half human, half god, but you'd be a fool to think this is how this story begins... to get to the heart of every good story you must go back to its beginning...
His name was Helios a king of Sparta, you thought Leotychidas was the true name... You are wrong. The Spartan King of the Eurypontid dynasty, born 530 BC fought with Leonidas of the Agiad dynasty at Thermopylai. It was here that the legend began with the two kings who gave their lives not just for Sparta but for all Greece and the promise this country holds.
Thermopylai, 480 BC Second Day of Battle
An old Spartan king in his 60s looked on from the edge of a cliff viewing the Persian camp down below, the Greeks had held the Persians for five days now, the infuriated Persian King Xerxes had watched from his throne atop the Mount Kallidromo decided to send in his royal guard to clear the way.
The night winds kissed his skin with a cold feel, and the moon made his bronze curiass shine. It wasn't long ago before he marched with Leonidas, that he said goodbye to his wife Eurydame, daughters Lampito, Chilonis and sons Akidios, and Zeuxidamos. His wife simply told him "ἢ τὰν ἢ ἐπὶ τᾶς." As she handed him his shield. He thought about them every day ever since he marched
The sound of approaching footsteps brought him back from his thoughts and to reality. "We are ready my king." Said a deep voice of a Spartan officer.
"Tell me, Aristódimos, have you ever gone fishing with your son?" Helios asked. Aristódimos was a middle aged polemarch with Corinthian helm that had plume mounted transversely, he had 5-year-old son named Diomedes. The thought that he never went fishing with his son kind saddened him but there was no place for tears in Sparta.
He scoffs and replies, "No, never. A soldier's life is all I've had the honor to know."
Helios chuckled. "I would've liked to have gone fishing with my sons. But now..." He said as he put on his helmet and grabbed his dory spear in one hand and hoplon in the other and continued, "Let us meet our fate, shall we?"
All Spartan soldiers lined up shoulder to shoulder ready to fight and ready to die. As Helios made his way through to the front, the Spartans cleared a path for him.
"Spartans!" The sound of Leonidas's voice boomed across the pass, getting the attention of all his men. "Every breath that you have taken, has lead you to this moment. Every drop of blood, sweat and tear, all of it has led to where you stand right now."
Helios had now joined Leonidas at the front and turned and addressed the 300 in front of him. "The Persians come to make slaves of us all. I have a better idea. I say we drench the gods with their blood. What say you Spartans?" He roared, and his men responded with the Spartan war cry, "AHOU!"
"For our sons!"
"AHOU!"
"For our daughters!"
"AHOU!"
"For Sparta!"
"AHOU! AHOU! AHOU!"
The incoming Persian army was getting closer and closer but, yet no Spartan could hear the march or the chanting beyond the mist that gathered but they didn't have to wait long before they could see them. 2,000 barefooted monsters marching with the only sound being low breaths. Black turbans and iron mask to obscure their faces while the 8,000 were but mere men who turban that covered their whole face, equipped with weak spears, curved swords called a shamshir and wooden shield made of wicker.
These Persians have served the dark will of Persian kings for five hundred years. Eyes as dark as night. Teeth filed to fangs. ¿Soulless. The personal guard to King Xerxes himself, the Persian warrior elite. The deadliest fighting force in all of Asia ... The Immortals
"So, these are the mighty Immortals." Helios taunted. "They are but mere men with savage beast to back their reputation."
"They are disorganized, they fell for our feint retreat and believe they can defeat us. Let us show them otherwise. Form phalanx!" Leonidas commanded as he, Helios and the other Spartans locked their shields and project their spears under while the line behind the front projected their spears over the first rank.
The Immortals faceless, mute and disorganized rushed the Spartans, eager to crush them. Like a wave crashing upon the rocks, the Immortals crash upon the phalanx, but the wall of bronze did not budge an inch, the Spartan were born for battle and that is what they will... fight!
The hoplitai wall pushed back and skewered the first line of Immortals with their spears, quickly stepping over their corpses the Spartans retook the phalanx formation and again pushed and speared the lightly armored Persians. The Persians were facing the battlefield butcher of Greece, men were being butchered and skewered with ease. Few looked like they even understood how it was they died before breathing their last. Blood soaked the earth and the innards of hundreds littered the area.
"Attack!" Helios shouted, that word signaled for the Spartans to break formation and take the battle to the enemy. "AHOU!"
Helios pushed forward, a Persian ran to him and brought his sword down trying to bifurcate the son of Helenos. Without breaking his stride, Helios battered the sword away with his shield and skewered the wielder with his spear.
He hurriedly pulled the dory out and spun, not wasting the momentum of his actions, he used the spear as a makeshift sword to the throat of another Persian Immortal that was coming at him from the side. Alongside him and only few paces ahead was his co king, Leonidas cutting through the Persians with ease. At one point he saw how Leonidas hefted his spear, took aim briefly and threw it effortlessly in the chest of a Persian charging at him.
Not losing any momentum the Eurypontid king of Sparta ran forward and skewered another Persian, unfortunately there was no time to retract it before he was once more attack. Helios unsheathed his sword and ran to fight side by side with Leonidas. Their teamwork was flawless. Where one ducked another thrusted his sword forward, when one pulled away to defend the other stepped up to attack. Like Charon ferrying the dead across the Styx, Helios and Leonidas moved against the Persian tide no more hindered than the Erymanthian boar in a field of snow.
Their swords sliced through the air and into the flesh of the invaders. Blood was constantly unleashed but none of it flowed from the veins of Leonidas or Helios. Death at the hands of these unstoppable would be a relief from death at the hands of Xerxes for failure.
Leonidas used his shield like a battering ram, bashing a Persians face in, Helios lock his sword with on of the more monstrous Immortals, he drove his shield into the beast elbow, breaking his arm. The beast howled in pain before being impaled.
The battle continued for hours and hours until all the Immortals were slain and the survivors, well basically wounded were being killed and the dead were being put into piles. Helios and Aristódimos observed the merciless killing until the voice of a Spartan by the name of Alpheus brought his attention to Leonidas, "We are betrayed, my king." Alpheus brought a Persian survivor and throw him and Leonida's feet.
"Xerxes knows of the path behind the mountain. They are coming."
The Immortal chuckled and got up to his knees. "By dawn you'll completely surrounded!" he hissed at the old king who replied, "We are Spartans, when are we not."
"Spartans!" the Persian spat, "That word will mean nothing when Xerxes wipes your bloodline from the face of th—" he was caught of by Leonida's thrusting the butt-spike of his dory through his mouth. The king looked to his Spartan brethren who did show a single sign of fear but rather excitement for the long awaited beautiful death approaches. "Today was a day the Persians will never forget." Leonidas retracts his spear and continues, "Tomorrow is a day the world will remember!" He roared as he stabbed the spear into the ground.
(And that my fellow Greeks is the first chapter of I am Spartan, which tells the story of My oc demigod Alcides the son of Ares. Let me make this perfectly and crystal clear, this is NOT a Percy Jackson fanfic this is an Assassin's Creed fic and you can already guess which world it takes place in. I hope you enjoyed there will be more to it
ἢ τὰν ἢ ἐπὶ τᾶς: With your shield or on it
as always Bless your face and if you sneezed during this chapter bless you. Peace off BOOP)