As the eighteen-year-old prepared her bags for the journey that awaits her, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see her king and brother, Thucydides face to face.

"My sister, you don't need to go." Thucydides tried to convince her.

"The gods had spoken brother, I need to go, the reasons I may not know but from what I know is that I want and need to go on this journey." Lilith said.

"This is nonsense Lilith, how can you go to a journey that is worthless nor have anything to do with you?" The Spartan King said harshly.

"Worthy or unworthy, if it has to do with me or not, the Gods cannot be defied brother, you know this." Lilith said calmly, not letting her rage get the best of her.

"Yes but-"

"But nothing Thucydides, the Gods would punish us, you for interfering and I for disobeying."

"I just don't want to lose you Lilith, we had lost our father then our mother, I can't lose you too. I would be alone."

Lilith went and hug her brother tight. Thucydides held her close as he was going to never see her again. Lilith' hazel-blue eyes drifted into space, her smoothe, wavy, dark, brown hair was caught in Thucydides' hands.

"Lilith, your hair, feels incredible, beautiful, would be a pity if it were cutted. Your skin is so fair, so smoothe," Thucydides parted from his sister, "you yourself are the fairest; the fairest of all the fairest and above. Maybe even fairer than Hera, Athena, Aphrodite themselves. Do you know what your beauty may cause?"

"The launch of a thousand ships and a 'Great War'" Lilith waved her hands in mid-air.

Thucydidies laughed at his sister's wise comment. He looked at her eyes unblinking.

By dawn, he watched his sister aboard a ship to go were the Gods would take her. She look at her brother as the ship floated away from Sparta, until her brother couldn't see her so far away.

"Oh Lilith, may your journey be safe and that you'll be fine. Maybe we shall see each other again when the years are over, I'll welcome you in my arms, my dear, sweet, little sister."

Damien had packed up his bags and he was sitting on his favorite chair reading scripps when his sisters and brother came into his room.

"Hello my loves." Damien greeted them.

"Brother, is true that you are going?" Iphigenia asked sadly.

"Is it because mom hates you?" Orestes question earn a yelp from Damein.

"Orestes!" Electra yelled.

"Ssh, it's okay. Orestes. I'm not your blood and flesh brother, I was adopted by father and he raise me as his son and your sibling. Your mother does not like me because our father loved me too much. No, father loved you so much and he would give his life for you and our sisters."

"I miss daddy." Words came out as sobs from the little creature.

"I do too. Be strong and brave, Orestes, soon we will see him again. Have faith."

"We are going to miss you brother." Electra said.

"Electra, remember the hidden passage and the path that leads to a village far away from here?" Damien asked.

"The valley tribe, the people that help saved our father and uncle from the evil King? He never told mom about it." Iphigenia said.

"Good, I overheard mom marrying another man, and I know that when they become kings they want only their blood line. We can't take any risk, Electra you got Orestes' teacher packed up for the journey?"

"All done."

"Good. Goodbye my brother, I'll pray everyday that we will soon meet again."

Orestes hugged Damien as the elder held the youngest son in a tight embrace.

"I love you, my big brother."

"I love you too, my little brother. Be safe."

When they let go of their embrace, Electra grabbed Orestes, nobbing to Damein then exits the room. Damien and Iphigenia were alone. Damien walks up to her and kisses her forehead.

"Hey, you are the most stubborn girl I know. That's what dad loved about you, you are always doing it your way. Please, remember me, when your dreams had ended, when times are hard just remember all that I had taught you." Damien assured her.

"Goodbye my brother." Iphigenia said.

"Goodbye my sister." Damien said, grabbed his bag and left.

Out from the widow, the older looked down at the eldest exiting the kingdom. A tear rolls down her cheek.