What's the most famous battle/ massacre to have ever happened in history? Movies, books, comics, and songs have been written for it that's right the Battle of Thermopylae, and the epic last stand of the 300 Spartans. I was inspired to write this when I saw two pictures on Deviantart. Both pictures were drew by YogurthFrost who a damn good artist. The idea of the pictures came from Lord Kellendros. Those two are a potent combination both are good artist. The first picture is called This is Middleton. The second is called This is Middleton - Farewell. When I saw em I thought to myself I had to write a fan fic inspired by them. It was even more epic that it ties into one of my all time favorite movies 300. It will follow close to the same timeline of the movie. If you've seen it then you'll know how it will go. If you haven't seen the movie well watch it it's beyond bad ass. I hope you accept this story and check out the art its really good. Well hope you enjoy it please R&R thanks.

Rated M for Strong and graphic violence, strong language, and strong sexual content.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the Kim Possible universe. I just own this plot and I'm doing it for the hell of it.

Kigo : 300

Prologue

Lightening streaked overhead as thunder rattled the skies above. An infant screamed out for the touch of her mother. Instead she felt the hands of an elder man poking and prodding her. Her short black hair caught the light of another lightening bolt. Her skin had a light green tinge to it but it was overlooked by the elder. He saw it as a blessing from Zeus himself.

When she was born, like all Spartans before her she was inspected. If she had been sickly looking, or ill, or puny, or misshapen she would have been discarded.

The man looked her over giving her a thorough examination. Once satisfied he passed the infant back to her mother. The man smiled nodding telling the mother she had birthed a perfect daughter.

"What will you name her my Queen?" He questioned looking at her.

The Queen looked down at the child in her hands as she held her close to her body. Her raven locks swirled around her head as she looked at her daughter. She smiled a bit as she gently stroked the cooing babe's cheek. "Shego," she started before looking up to the man. "Shego Leonidas" she finished as they turned and walked back to the capital city of Sparta named Middleton.

XX

A girl of about seven stood up, she gripped a sword firmly in her hand as she stared at her mother. She let out a shrill scream as she swung her sword at her mother. The elder woman moved out of the way as the sword slammed into the ground. She looked up to her mother who looked back at her. Suddenly she backhanded her, knocking her away, and throwing the sword free.

The Queen looked at Shego as she got back to her feet. They looked at one another before the older woman moved forward to strike her again. Shego saw it coming and she quickly rolled towards her fallen sword. She grabbed her sword and spun around quickly to face her mother.

Since the time she could stand she was baptised in the flames of combat. Taught never to retreat, never to surrender. Taught that death on the battlefield in service to Sparta was the greatest glory she could achieve in life.

"Your father died on the battlefield serving Sparta. Before he died he wanted me to have you trained as a warrior. This was his shield" the Queen said looking at Shego as she ran her hands over a dented shield.

Shego looked at the shield as her hands reached up. She ran her fingers over the bronze shield feeling the bumps of the cold metal on her hands. Her fingers trailed over the dents in the shield. She looked to her mother who wrapped on the shield and smiled at her. Nodding to her mother she understood everything.

As custom when she reached the age of seven the girl was taken from her mother. Plunged into a world of violence. Manufactured by three hundred years of Spartan warrior society, to create the finest soldiers the world has ever known. The agoge as it's called starves the girl. Forces her to fight, to steal, and if necessary… to kill.

Shego looked down at the other child before her. Her fist cocked back and she slammed it into the boy's face. His head shot to the right before her left fist connected with a blow. Her left eye was swollen and bloodied from this boy. She had more to prove than anyone else. She had to prove she, a girl of Sparta was a better fighter then the boys around her.

Her fist shot out again and his head snapped to the left. Her right fist came back and she prepared to deliver another blow. This time when the blow landed blood was sent splashing from the boy's mouth. She looked down at him and saw she had just killed him. Standing up slowly she looked down at his lifeless body before her. At that moment something was born inside of her. A warrior was born.

XX

Shego, now a seventeen year old was bound to a pillar. Her face was pressed into it with her hands bound together on the other side of the pillar. A loud crack was heard and her face cringed in pain. Another crack was heard and again her face was twisted with the burning sensation of pain.

Behind her a man stood with a rod. He looked at her bare back to see some welts forming. He looked back over to another man who was watching Shego closely. He nodded to him telling him to strike her again. The man gripped the rod firmly and struck her across the back again. This time he broke her green tinged skin. Blood started dripping from the wound. He looked to the other man who nodded again. Once more he struck her again across the back with the rod.

Through rod and lash she was punished. Taught never to show pain, never to show fear, never to show mercy.

XX

The girl was constantly tested, tossed into the wild. Left to pit her wits and will against nature's fury. It was her initiation, her time in the wild, for she would return to her people a Spartan, or not at all.

Snow was whipping by as the wind howled. Shego, wearing only a pair of leather underwear sat huddled against a rock. She used the rock as a windbreaker protecting her skin from the cold winds. Her green eyes looked down at the crude wooden spear in her hands.

She heard a soft growling coming from her left. Her head slowly turned and looked to see it. Against a tree she saw a solid black mass with snow on it. She watched as slowly the head of the beast turned towards her. Its eyes opened revealing two red glowing orbs. It looked at her as it let out a deep, demonic growl. It shook its body, shaking off the dusting of snow on its back.

Shego looked at the wolf, no emotion on her face as she stood up. Her spear tip was pointed at the wolf as they circled around each other. The wolf's fangs hung down, protruding from its mouth. They caught the light of the moon as it shone down on them both.

The wolf begins to circle the girl. Claws of black steel, fur as dark as night. Eyes glowing red, jewels from the pit of hell itself. The giant wolf sniffing, savoring the scent of the meal to come.

She stopped and looked at the wolf as its back arched. It barked at her before snarling deeply as its eyes focused on her. Looking back she saw an opening in the cliff behind her. Turning around, and putting her back to the wolf as she walked into the opening. The wolf watched her closely studying her as she moved.

The wolf lunged for her. She quickly spun around and jumped back deeper into the opening. Her spear was up ready for the wolf to fall onto it. She landed in the snow and looked up. The wolf had managed to get itself lodged in between a pair of jutting out rocks. It let out a long howl as it struggled to free itself.

It's not fear that grips her, only a heightened sense of things. The cold air in her lungs. Wind swept pines moving against the coming night.

Shego slowly got up her eyes locked on the wolf as it struggled. She looked down to the spear in her hands before looking back up to the wolf. It snarled at her before it let out another howl. Gripping the spear tightly she thrust it forward. She drove the spear through the open mouth of the wolf and out the back of its head at the base if its skull. Its mouth and tongue went limp as it died on the end of her spear.

Her hands are steady. Her form, perfect.

XX

Shego walked into Middleton, the fur of the black wolf draped around her body. She walked forward into the royal courtyard. She watched as everyone bowed before her. The King's war helmet was sat before her. Snow fluttered around her as she gripped onto her blood soaked spear.

She looked around as everyone bowed before her. Her eyes looked around taking everything in before her. To her right a man was knelt down an in his hands was a sword. It was the King's sword. On this day she showed everyone that not only could women do what men did. She showed them that women could be soldiers too. It marked a change in things to come.

And so the girl, given up for dead returned to her people. To sacred Sparta, a queen...

XX

"OUR QUEEN, SHEGO" Betty cheered throwing her fist in the air. Her one good eye looked around at the Spartan army before her. She looked at the mixture of men and women soldiers that surrounded her, all wearing crimson capes like her. Her own cape was wrapped around her body, exposing one of her breast and well defined abs. She listened as the soldiers let out three bellowing cheers. She wore a cloth over her left eye, an injury she sustained a year ago.

"It's been over thirty years since the wolf and the winter cold. Now as then a beast approaches. Patient and confident, savoring the meal to come. This beast is made of men and horses, swords and spears. An army of slaves, vast beyond imagining, ready to devour tiny Greece. Ready to snuff out the world's one hope for reason and justice."

She paused looking around at the fellow Spartans before her. Walking around her short cut brown hair flowed following the breeze that blew by. Sparks followed the breeze, kicked up flickering flames of the different fires. Her eye moved around looking at each and every soldier before her.

"A beast approaches..." she started pausing as she slowly looked down to the fire before her. "And it was queen Shego herself who provoked it."

XX

(One year earlier)

The sound of hooves falling on the hard ground could be heard through the countryside of Sparta. Six horses charged through the farmlands. On their back was a Persian emissary with his bodyguards. They rode their horses over hills as they beheld Middleton, the capital of the Greece state they were in before them.

They had been sent there, sent there for Sparta to surrender. The emissary wiped sweat away from his ebony brow as they rode the horses. Being in the muggy late summer weather of Greece made him long for his home back in northern India. He however would never go against the God-King's orders. His silk robes however did offer him some relief as the wind was able to pass through the thinly woven fabric, cooling his chest. He had multiple piercings in his eyebrow and nose. The gold rings glinted in the sunlight as they rode.

They followed the road before them, turning down the road they came into the outskirts of the city. As they rode they looked at the citizens as they moved too and fro. They rode through the streets, turning onto the main street. They rode up to a courtyard in front of the palace. They moved around on the horses.

The emissary moved his horse up to a pair of soldiers. It snorted making one pull her head back. Reaching down the emissary gripped a braided rope. Pulling it up it was revealed that skulls were tied up in the rope. Upon closer inspection the two soldiers saw that these skulls had golden crowns on them. These were the skulls of kings who had fallen to the God-King he served. The emissary reared his horse up making the soldiers step back.

XX

Zita walked through the halls of the palace. Her dark hair flowed with her brown cape. Like any other soldier in the Spartan army, she wore her cape, leather sandals, and leather underwear. She didn't wear a top like women who did not serve in the army. It was to show off her scars, which were trophies to what she had received while undergoing training and in battles she had been in.

A few scars trailed from her breast to her abs. Her brown eyes looked to soldiers as she walked. Her hand rested on her short sword as she walked. Opening a door she walked in to an open courtyard built into the middle of the palace. She looked down to see her queen Shego training her one daughter. This daughter was a carbon copy of Shego.

She watched as the child swung at Shego with her fist. Shego just chuckled as she placed a hand on her daughters head. Reaching down she grabbed her daughter by her arm and flipped her over her leg. She smiled looking at her daughter as she looked back up at her.

Standing nearby was her Shego's wife, Kim. Their other daughter, clung to Kim's legs watching with her mother. The children were twins, however one looked like Shego and the other like Kim. With that one was being trained to be a soldier like Shego while the other was to be a wife someday.

Kim was beautiful, her red hair was braided down her back. Her olive eyes looked on as Shego sat back, their daughter mimicking her. Kim wore white robes that clung to her beautiful figure. Around her neck hung a necklace, and from that necklace hung the talon of an eagle. It was a symbol of majesty, grace, and beauty. Turning her head she looked to see Zita standing there smiling at her as she bowed her head to her queen.

Shego sat there in the sand of the courtyard. Years of battle and training were evident on her body. Her abs were hard as rock and her green skin bore several pink scars. Her breast were firm like her abs and like the other female warriors she wore no top. She looked to her daughter and smiled a loving smile as she kissed her on the crown of her head.

"Always fight with your head" she said looking at the small version of herself before looking up to see Kim walking up to them. Behind her wife was her captain of the army.

"And remember to always fight with your heart, for that's where courage is born" Kim said as she reached her hand out and pulled her daughter up. She hugged her before looking at Shego who was on her feet looking at them.

Shego smiled at her daughter as she moved over and kissed Kim with love. "Remember today's lesson" she said looking at the child.

"Respect and honor" the child said looking to her mothers.

"Respect and honor" Shego repeated with a nod as she rubbed the crown of her daughter's head. "Run along, go play with your sister" she said motioning to the child's sister who was nearby. Both women watched as the children giggled before running off into the house chasing each other. Their giggling could be heard throughout the halls. Shego turned and looked at Kim who was still standing next to her. "What is it?" She questioned looking at the redhead before her.

"A Persian emissary is here to see you" Kim replied looking to her queen and wife.

Shego looked at her before looking up to Zita who just nodded confirming what was just told to her. Shego sighed, she knew this day was bound to happen. The Persian empire was expanding quicker than any nation could withstand. She stepped up and walked with Kim and Zita through the halls.

She listened as Zita explained to her about the arrogance of this Persian emissary had displayed on her city steps. Showing up in her kingdom, brandishing the skulls of conquered kings. Putting her cape on she opened the doors to her palace and walked out into the outside courtyard. The sun shined down on the three of them as they walked forward.

Walking towards them was the emissary and his escort. Talking to the Persian was a woman. She wore a white tunic and had shaggy shoulder length brown hair. Her teal colored eyes moved between the three of them and the emissary.

"Councilwoman Bonnie I see you made a new friend" Kim said looking at her.

"I was just keeping her highness' guest company until she arrived" Bonnie replied with a chuckle as she looked at Kim and then to Shego.

"I'm sure you were" Shego quipped before turning her attention to the Persian before her. His ebony skin glistened in the sunlight that shined down on them. He prepared to speak but Shego put her hand up stopping him. "Know this, in Sparta everyone from a slave to a King's messenger is held accountable for the words they speak" she warned, watching as he nodded his head to her acknowledging he understood. "Now, what message have you brought me?"

"Earth and water" the man said looking at her as he lowered his head to her.

Shego looked at him, an eyebrow arched. She looked at Zita who just shrugged her shoulders. She looked back to Kim who had a smirk on her face at the outlandish message. She turned and looked at the messenger who stood before her. "Earth and water? Isn't there enough of that in Persia?" She asked with a chuckle as she looked at the man as he prepared to speak.

"Do not be coy or stupid Persian, you can afford neither in Sparta" Kim said making the messenger look at her.

He had a dumbfounded look on his face as he looked at Kim. "What woman is this that thinks she can speak among men and leaders?" the man said glaring at Kim.

"Because only Spartan women give birth to real men and leaders" Kim shot back looking at him, not backing down from him.

Shego couldn't stop herself from smirking at her wife's stubbornness. "Come, let's calm down" she said motioning the Persian back down the street. She looked at the man who glared at Kim. She nodded her head down the road and the man slowly turned and started to walk down the road. Glancing back quickly she smirked at Kim who returned the smirk.

"The God-King Drakken conquers all that he sets his sights on. His armies are so massive that they shake the ground when they march. So vast that they drink rivers dry. To avoid the annihilation of your people Shego, all the God-King ask is a simple offering of earth and water. A token of Sparta's submission" the man spoke as he walked next to Shego.

Shego looked at him as they walked. "Submission?" She questioned looking at him, watching him as he just nodded to her. "Well rumor has it that the Athenians have already turned you down. And if those philosophers and boy lovers turned you down..." she was starting but was cut off by Bonnie stepping between them.

"We must remain diplomatic" she said looking at Shego who glared at her, clearly unhappy with her interruption.

"And of course SPARTANS, have their reputation to consider" Shego snarled as she starred at Bonnie making her back up. She turned back to the emissary before her as he stopped near the city's dumping pit.

"Choose your next words carefully Shego, they may be your last as queen" he threatened looking at her.

Shego looked at him, his words rattling around in her head. Slowly she turned around, her raven locks flowing around her head as she turned. She looked around at her citizens before her. Her eyes moved to Zita and her soldiers nearby. She looked around at the men and women standing around them. Her emerald eyes drifted over to a group of children standing nearby watching everything unfold.

The last one her eyes fell on was her beloved queen, Kim. Earth and water her mind's voice repeated the messenger's words over in her head. Her hand reached up and gripped the handle of her short sword. Suddenly spinning around she drew her sword and placed it to the Persian's chest. There was the sound of more swords unsheathing and she looked to see Zita and the other soldiers around her pushing the other Persians to the mouth of the pit.

"Madwoman, you're a madwoman" the messenger said, fear lacing its way into his voice. His hands were up in a show of surrender as he stared at the queen of all Sparta.

"Earth and water, well you'll find plenty of both down there" she said with a smirk as she looked at the frightened Persian.

"No one, Persian or Greek, no on threatens a messenger" he said looking at Shego as his guards were pushed up next to him on the ledge of the pit.

"You bring the crowns and heads of conquered Kings to my city steps. You insult my queen. You threaten my people with slavery and death. Oh I've chosen my words carefully Persian, perhaps you should have done the same" she snarled glaring at him, recounting the crimes he has committed since he stepped into her city.

"This is blasphemy, this is madness" he said, fear all over his face as he locked eyes with Shego.

Upon hearing that last word Shego seemed to relax. Her anger covered face softened a bit as she looked at the emissary in front of her. She lowered the sword and watched as the man swallowed a lump that was forming in his throat. Slowly she lowered her head before turning to look back at Kim. She looked at her wife, her one true love. The redhead looked back at her and nodded slightly. Turning back she looked at the Persian who dared to insult her wife and threaten her people.

"Madness?" She questioned looking at him. "THIS IS MIDDLETON" she roared before rearing up.

She kicked the man square in his chest sending him flying back into the pit. When they saw their queen attack the soldiers were quick to attack as well. Zita let out a war cry as her blade slashed quickly, cutting through the face of one of the Persian guards, sending blood in a wide arc. Others stabbed, slashed, or just kicked the soldiers into the pit like Shego had done with the messenger.

She sheathed her blade and made her way back over to Kim. She looked at her queen as she placed her hands onto the redhead's shoulders. Placing a kiss on her forehead she looked into her eyes. "I will always keep you safe" she promised as she kissed her.