I had nothing to pack. All I had was a handmade wooden spear I made myself to survive. I also had barely any clothes on. It was a simple Artemis styled chiton that was tattered and torn.
I had no shoes on either. They fell apart. I headed back up north to Greece. I'm proud to live in Greece and have people who love me. I had to go back. This was the first time I ever realized this.
And somewhere deep inside of me was thinking Simone could still be alive. I could only hope until I reached Sparta again. What would people think? Anyways it wouldn't take that long to reach Greece. I barely even moved that far away.
It would probably take only two days to reach it if I rarely stopped. I headed off. In these two days I barely stopped for anything.