This is a Percy Jackson version of the Peloponnesian war, some of you might be surprised in later chapters but everything I do, for example, making Percy from Corinth, not Sparta, is based on historical facts. This is the first of three historical Greek stories that i'm planning on doing the three wars between the greek city states before the macedonian conquest.

Malcolm

"Curse those Spartans, and curse them properly." I yelled as I entered the officers tent throwing my helmet to the ground. Onias Callis, a lieutenant of the cavalry who was stationed under me stood in front of me. Onias and I had a somewhat strained relationship but we knew each other since joining the officer corp.

My father was a member of the Boule, a sort of ruling comtee that preceded over the democratic meetings of Athens, the city state of which I fought for. Onias was from a wealthy merchant family, the only child before his mother died after catching a disease. After the tragedy occurred my father agreed to take him when his father traveled across the mediterranean looking for a market for his wares.

Of course my father could take care of another mouth besides me and my sister Annabeth, well, it wasn't actually him, but our servants who raised the three of us.

Even though our backgrounds and our daily routines were practically the same the three of us had almost nothing in common.

Onias was outgoing, always the one to get the three of us into trouble he never seemed to grow out of his adventurous personality. I guess that's why he joined the cavalry. He was always an avid explorer and seemed to get along with everyone. I suppose it might be hereditary as his father was a successful merchant.

My sister on the other hand seemed too attached to the two of us, she didn't have the personality of the outgoing and inquisitive Onias but she was just as intrigued by the world outside of our manor as Onias was, but instead of the aggressive, and oftentimes clumsy, nature of Onias, she had a much more quiet interest in the world.

My father had hired the same tutor for all three of us, while he didn't feel that Annabeth, being a girl, would have the use for an education he agreed to pay the tudor for the three of us all the same.

The three of us received different types of an education, while Annabeth learned a little bit of everything her studies tended to focus mainly on weaving crafts music or other such aesthetics.

Onias was taught mainly economics and read and write, useful talents in a mercantile trade. He would always complain about it later saying that he didn't want to be a merchant but didn't go any farther than that as Annabeth would usually complain even more.

I was taught a little bit of everything but my father made sure to load my curriculum with topics that focused on politics and philosophy. My tutor however also took it upon himself to teach me other useful skills, such as debate, algebra, and riding. The riding was what really turned my life around though.

"Malcolm," Onias's voice broke me out of the past. "They didn't want our help?" he asked leaning his lance against his side he rose his helmet.

"Of course not I grumbled throwing my gauntlets off. "All of their allies were permitted to stay besides us!"

"That's not to be surprising sir, Sparta has always been suspicious of Athens, and it sure doesn't help that our army is twice the size of all of the others armies sent from the other city states."

"I know, I know, you don't need to lecture me on diplomatic relations, Im well aware of the strifes between our two cities." I said throwing myself on an improvised chair, an empty barrel of food provisions.

I looked back at my old friend, "I'm sorry I said dropping the edge in my voice I didnt realise I had." I just wanted to get this over with quickly," Onias arched an eyebrow enclining me to go on. I sighed raising both of my hands in the air, "After we settle things here the council wants me to head to Megara to help secure an alliance.

"That's on our route back to Athens, sir. You can ride ahead of us when we return from this helot uprising, it shouldn't take to long."

"One can hope Onias, One can hope." I said my gaze drifting back to my discarded helmet.