Leena

Patroclus walked away as soon as I finished bandaging his arm. I knew that he still had many questions to ask, you didn't need to see the future to now that. But even with the head start I was lost at what to tell him. What should I tell him, that when I was 10 a spartan soldier tried to... to... No! I shan't tell him that. Not now at least. We had little peace these days, and I will not ruin it for something that happened that long ago. But that day still haunts me, not the day of the event but when I was finally found. I was a state, mother would have scolded me for that. My brown hair knotted, the dress i was wearing was in tatters, my skin purple and blue from cold and bruises. Yet there was still light in my emerald green eyes, this light I was told could bring even Ares, the god of war to his knees.

I packed my things back into the box that I use for my Healing plants and bandages. How lucky we are, I thought the gods have not interrupted this peace yet. My sight clouds and I feel the world slip and fade around me. With a smile on my face I welcomed the vision to show me what was to become of us. Yet when I saw the unfamiliar beach and heard the cry's of battle all I could think of was Patroclus and his desire to got to war.