Hi guys! Sorry for the lack of new chapters, but as the next ones will be more difficult to write (and more dramatic), it will take more time for them to come, but they will come! Anyway, here's the new chapter :)


After some time, Clímene got pregnant. And after the regular time, she delivered a child. It was a difficult childbirth, but she was strong and gave birth to a boy – strong and handsome, in whom the elderly of Sparta could find no flaw. He had Clímene's eyes, while all the rest was Stelios': the hair, the lines of the nose, of the mouth, of the chin. Finally they felt a serene joy, not owing anything else to their homeland, being its honoured citizens. Clímene was peaceful, and Stelios, immensely satisfied.

"He is strong. He will be a man worth of Sparta", Stelios said one night, his voice full of pride in a soft tone. Clímene smiled.

"It is everything that I wished in a son", he completed caressing her face.

"I am happy", she said sweetly, and made herself comfortable resting on his chest. Stelios put an arm around her, and resting his face on her hair he said in a whisper:

"I am proud of you, Clímene", and kissed her hair. Very low, more to himself than to her, he added: "My wife".

Clímene took in a deep breath and hugged him, intimately thankful. That stillness inside her was everything her heart had desired for a long time.

"And he has your eyes".

Clímene laughed. "But he is handsome like his father", it was her turn to say.

Stelios smiled looking at her. Peace. With that girl in his arms, fragile and at the same time strong, who attracted him in such a unique way, he had now peace. The city could think whatever it wanted.

Time passed by. Their son grew in size and energy, and Clímene grew in strength – and in beauty, according to her husband, although her essence remained the same. And life thus elapsed calmly.

Until one day messengers came. The uproar of the horses announced far in the distance their arrival. Persians. That brought a message of submission.

King Leonidas and his 300 answered the request of earth and water by throwing the messengers into the well, where they could find them in abundance. That was Sparta's answer.

And Clímene knew what would come next.