Disclaimer: The true owners of Fairy Tail are it's creator Hiro Mashima-san and his group of assistants, helpers and any other who is involved in the production of the manga series. I, unfortunately, am none of those. I'll just have to satisfy with this much, but hey it's still something. Historical references that I use in my story are borrowed and do not necessarily correspond with facts we know today.
Indomitable Heart
Chapter 8: From There To Here
Tibrus at night was a dangerous place. Excluding the center of the city, if you don't want to be cut, strangled and mugged at the same time, you need personal guard. Well trained and capable men that are good at what they do, discourage any attempt at their employer's lives.
And since any kind of military presence within the walls is forbidden, one might ask how do people go on without fearing for their lives. Quite simple. Anyone caught in broad daylight by a Magistrate or assistants are trialed and can be severely punished, on spot or with a damage to their purse later. Rules are what keeps most plebeians docile. And rules are abided by, at most.
''Such different policies Bellatorians have.'' A man, once filled with great expectations in his life thought. Are conditions ideal? They sure as hell aren't. Nevertheless, this state and it's organization has managed to put a great deal of the known land on this part of the world under it's rule. Even his own nation that boasted strength and their ways of state had fallen beneath this powerful well-oiled set. That calls for respect in his book.
The problem is, that not everyone is happy with how things are done and going about. Displeasure is shared by groups that spreads to other groups and then makes up a whole frame of seditious individuals that want changes. Of course one can't simply try to wage war with Bellatoria. As things stand, the country is well prepared for any act of rebellion from within it's conquered parts. Plus, pulling out a revolt and plunging country into a civil war isn't what secret fraction has in store. So they made a revolutionary project.
In that case, brains are used to their fullest capacity to find the means of a better tomorrow for all. And a means of solving that particular problem have appeared in an unexpected form. ''There will always be someone bigger.'' Leonidas breathed through his nose at that. The Alvarez Empire. Coming with the prospect of possible forming new diplomatic relations to sunk down on a grinning spying schemes. The dishonored man of Hellenian lands will not stand on the sides and watch. Or waste a perfect chance to finally realize the plans of his group. Years and years of hard work are going to pay off.
But for the desired result to be achieved, this night is a stepping stone of sorts. And he is going to give his all to see it through and not fall to water like waste.
''Current bleakness bothers us all, friend.'' The man holding one of the highest positions in Republic spoke as they walked the moonlit night of the capital. ''Do not let it dilute your stance tonight.'' Cicero added to the warrior masterly. They could all lose something if the situation turns to worse.
Leonidas chuckled quietly. ''My stance is of no trouble, good Consul. We are committed and our victory here is of no doubt.'' He scanned the streets for any surprises before speaking again. ''What bothers mind is after. Many things we yet know not.'' He really wished he had more time to pull additional information out of that little spy's mouth.
Mindset of the true soldier and general in this one. In spite of Bellatorian conquering history in the past, Cicero did not participate in any of them. Hence, why his knowledge of the battlefield and armed combat is limited to what he heard of many stories in passing from some of his family's associates and friend who were part of the army. Homeschooling helped too.
''Apologies for not providing more insight.'' However there are other matters that he can be quite useful with. He is willing to give his contribution to the maximum.
Aware of Cicero's shortcomings, but also his precedence he simply shook his head in understanding. ''Unneeded. We all provide our assets.''
Cicero nodded at the words. Yes, everyone plays his or hers part here. ''That young man.'' He changed the direction somewhat. ''Is he to be trusted with dealings of such importance as amassing arms?'' It is still unnerving to him, in a way, that someone who is likely twenty years old to be assigned with the task. He had to hold down a wince when he first saw Igneous. By his estimation, that young man looks as if being through Underworld and back. Thereby swimming all the way.
Leonidas turned a mild glare at the mistrust Cicero displayed to one of his subordinates. ''Igneous' competence is not for question. I would not doubt his abilities.'' By coming this far, that man will one probably reach heights he could only dream of.
Hearing the steel in the voice, Cicero can merely leave that subject be. ''As you say. My intention was never to disrespect your soldier's aptness.'' He said placatingly. ''Rather, I was questioning his own assuredness. How long has he spend a gladiator away from Crypteia?''
So that was the stumbling rock for the Consul. ''He is for the cause,'' he said with firm belief, ''of that, you can be certain.'' If he wasn't none of this would have come true.
Trying to find holes in Leonidas' argument is not the good course for the evening, Cicero relented with another nod. It'll have to do. Loyalty can be a fickle thing these days. Don't they both know it. ''Very well. Let us now turn thoughts to more pressing matters.'' He pointed at Curia starting to appear in the distance.
''Agreed.'' The stronger one retorted laconically. They will pull this off. Time to place the stakes and gamble. And he has never actually done it. Dices were just not his favourite.
They split apart when coming only a short distance to Curia. Leonidas headed towards the darker part of the street and Cicero carried his march straight to the large, bronze-coloured doors.
Coming from another path toward Curia was an elderly man of origins much humbler than many holding the title of Senator. One of a kind this man was. From the simple Lanista to the office at capital. Such accomplishment earned much praise from colleagues. Yet words and praises are just that. Expressions of approval does not make for a good living. You have to work your way there. At least that is what Septimus Aburius Antius considers as truth.
Now if he could just figure out what is this emergency all about. Surely it was not an attack or some insurgency. At this time no less. He had in plans to have a good night rest and maybe spare some time to procure an absence at least for a few days. Tibrus is grand and all, but Conlinia will always remain home in his heart. The dust, the sun, the air itself. It feels natural to him.
He sighed wistfully. 'This is what awaits all elderly, hm?' Nostalgia and reminiscence of the days long passed. That roar of the crowd at the Arena, the sound of whip at the Ludus' training ground. The grunts of men working their best to achieve the peak of physicality for the next fight. Those were the days.
''If only current generation would prove more efficient.'' This time he sighed regretfully. In all honesty, he is disappointed in his heir. All the years and Justus has failed to walk in his steps. The Antius Ludus has not made a champion of their own making in a while. Coin was spent mostly on gladiators of other Lanistas. That is not how it should be done. And his pockets can only go so deep. If he recalls correctly there was supposed to be a big game this day. Or was it yesterday? To celebrate the end of summer.
All the more reason he should visit his hometown. Strange thing was, that his son-in-law Petronius decided to leave on trip a few weeks ago. Leaving his daughter, a pregnant daughter, in his care for now. Ah well, if business calls then it must be done. Better put that curiosity in the back of his mind for now, no matter how interested he is in a work of another promising Lanista that was Petronius.
He looked right, squinting his eyes to spot Tibrus' new Arena under construction. A waste of coin in his opinion. The original Arena was good as it is. The funds should have been spend at more serious problems. Like reconstruction and expanding the sewage system to the further, more poorer parts of the city. He silently prays that no plague or any disaster decides to make an appearance. Doubtfully to change anything. Senate is for by people for the people.
Unfortunately the sacred institution that is the foundation of the glorious Bellatoria is run by a different kind of people. Power-hungry and ambitious people, who wouldn't mind trampling those beneath them to get the wanted and satisfying result.
And one of the prominent examples has made it's mission to make Antius' life more bitter for the following evening. ''Greetings to Senator Antius. Great coincidence finding you on the same path.'' And there he was. A middle-aged noble who wears the typical finely-cut Bellatorian robes, fitting for a man of his station. Unlike Antius', his were earned by a slightly different means.
''Well met, Senator Crassus.'' He returned to the younger man in a practiced friendly way. ''You hold belief in circumstances without apparent connection. I am surprised.'' One thing about Marcus Licinius Crassus is that he never does something without his own latent motives.
The blue-eyed noble grinned at that. ''Who is to say. I find walking absent company in the night to be perilous.'' He spoke in a tone that did not betray genuine concern. ''You should not keep eyes off from shadows. Even among the walls of Tibrus we live precariously.''
Antius held back his snort at the man. ''Your concern for my welfare is noted, good Crassus. Gratitude.'' His thought process started to turn to finding solution of this predicament.
As much as number of Senators respect Crassus at his rather large prosperity at dealership and commerce, the same number also shows and voices their dislike for him. Subtly for now, of course. All the coin that Crassus has at his disposal can buy a lot of things. Antius gave an involuntary shudder at the thought. He would never wish financial obligation to the, arguably, richest man in the Republic.
''How fares your Ludus if might ask?'' Crassus made small talk while throwing something cylindrical and pale yellow in his mouth. That's how much Septimus could tell under the light of moon and occasional torch. Quite the innovation. Putting poles with oil that burn at night. For now, the little project is limited to center only.
The older Senator raised his eyebrow slightly. His attention more on the strange piece of food than the question posed to him. ''I have yet to receive news from Conlinia for the passing week.'' Even if he wasn't there anymore, the servant he sent as a scribe to his son usually sends minor reports every two or three weeks. Last report had nothing spectacular about it. Matters were going at usual pace. Exactly the reason for his planned travel. ''In truth, I shall take liberty of short outing tomorrow.''
The patriarch of Licinius family hummed. ''I hope nothing is out of order. Young Justus does have a reputation to uphold.'' He then took a bite of the yellow piece again.
Despite the casual tone Crassus was displaying, the former Lanistas' gut was telling him otherwise. Why exactly would he start the subject of his Ludus and his son operating it out of blue? Businessmen rarely make such casual references.
''Certainly.'' He tried to stop the little bit of displeasure from seeping at his words. ''Why sudden inquisitiveness of my branch if I may ask? To my knowledge, you never held interest in those kind of affairs... Good Crassus?'' He added the last part absently.
Crassus made a stopping motion with his hand and dismissed his personal escort, then he stopped walking himself. ''Precisely. Gladiatorial fights concerns me not. What does concerns me, are my shipments providing necessities.'' Ha waved his hand in direction of Tibrus' Arena. ''Those necessities include commodity much needed for your branch to operate.'' He cracked a small grin when he finished.
Septimus turned to him fully, his uneasiness increasing. ''I do not remember breaking deal with...'' He bit his tongue and paused for a few seconds. Couple of thing were falling into places in his head. This can't be good. ''What arrangements have made without my cognition?'' His lids coming down a bit, not quite a glare yet.
Crassus' mouth thinned as it took thoughtful expression. ''I supplied as demanded from Antius heir. The item in question was of rarity for our lands. And transport was a hefty feat certainly. That Ishgar is quite far on the horizon...'' He continued, but the listener was hardly listening.
Septimus shut him down at the mention of 'Ishgar'. Since proper trading hasn't even been established, only a handful were privy to the dealings for now. It is not an information that well known, but a small number of ships came at Bellatoria few years ago. The ships carried all kinds of goods they lacked here. The distance was considerate and such trade, with all the expenses that came along could be covered by a number of five people. Crassus was one. And his son, the current governor of their Ludus made covenants without him knowing.
He would be proud for Justus managing to hide it from him had the circumstances been different. Worst of all, what in Gods names prompted him into wanting to procure item from the place off the known maps?! As his sight was focusing again, Antius first noticed Crassus was waiting patiently for his reply. ''I...We shall have words... After I have them with my son first.''
''The sound terms, good Antius. Your reply is expected by the end of next week.'' The smile was back on businessman's face. ''Now, let us hear the reasons our Consul forces an assembly at this ungodly time.'' He renewed his stride en route to Curia not caring for the elder Senator still rooted to the spot.
''Good Gods, what have you done...?'' He muttered under his breath as he too started walking, albeit much slower than the younger Senator. It can only get worse before it gets better.
XxX
You know that feeling when some annoying insect flies around your vicinity and you get the desire to squash them? Igneous would have used a very simple, but practical solution for his likes. Burn it. On measly burst of fire that he is capable of at current level of his magecraft mastery and the problem's gone.
Sadly, said problem has the form of a twenty year-something-old, walks around five feet one and possesses the mindset akin to little vagabond. And she's an ally. One moment she left out of range, the next she just starts shifting and roaming aimlessly. The pattern was not without a purpose it would seem. Circe clearly had something other in mind than going on his nerves.
''No.'' He said looking slightly left to a great statue, some thirty feet away, raised in honour the founding fathers of the Republic. The men's names are not much relevant to him.
Ten seconds latter he brought his head in a natural position looking straight ahead. ''No.'' Fifteen feet now. Too bad he can't see her expression. He likes to believe it is not the one of smugness she initially thought it would be.
And it was partially true. Circe's brain, for all her smarts in magic, just couldn't comprehend it. ''How, in Hecate's name, is he achieving that?!'' The sorceress ranted in her head frustratingly. Is this guy for real? What kind of ability grants this kind of environmental awareness? He can't possibly be clairvoyant? It sure wasn't the cloak and design's fault. It worked perfectly.
After doing a little security errand, she decided to kill time by testing the rusty-haired man's sensory competence. And did he prove competent. That flaunt in the Villa earlier was not some lucky guess or anything. The gladiator's prowess was authentic. Again, this serves to spike her spirit of inquiry. Now, how to proceed with probing and not invoking unnecessary ire?
All further experimentation were put on hold when commander stepped into the company of two visible males and one invisible woman. ''It is nearly commencing. Our time to act now depends on good Cicero and his friend's.'' He informed the present ones. Although the information has little to no meaning for the foreigner slumped against the wall next to Igneous' feet.
''Mh.'' The gladiator hummed in acknowledgement, not taking eyes off the particular spot about seven feet to the space between them. How long does she intend to play this faux hide-and-seek game?
Since he was lacking heightened faculties of hearing and smell, the older commander was addled by the simple response. His subordinate would usually retort by a real word instead of a mere noise. He scanned the surroundings and found nothing is out of order.
This is the designated hiding spot. It was dark enough for those with training to hide and have a good view to act on any inconveniences, should they happen. Prisoner is here, Igneous on guard, a bit quaint behaviour at the moment and Circe is supposed to...
'Ah, I see..' Technically, he does not see, but the situation is now more clearer. He exhaled, not sure what to think of this. What a way for youth to interact. Huh, youth. 'My time is slowly coming.' Leonidas thought wryly. While that might be truth, he doesn't plan to lie in grave just yet. No way. After this one last endeavour, and then maybe... maybe he can finally find some peace...
The leader's mood was picked up by his followers. While one lacked the way and knowledge to fully make words, the chattier one had no such obstructions. ''With due respect, commander.'' With a quick move, Circe Aeaea was apparent to all normal means of sight. ''That is most pathetic expression if I ever laid eyes upon.''
Leonidas crossed his arms and turned his green eyes to the woman's hazel orbs. ''You can distinguish at this light? Is an old man not allowed to reminiscence or contemplate?'' He asked and let a bit of bitterness enter his tone. Okay, he's not that old for his standards and his lifestyle, but still every mortal man is entitled to their own opinion.
Circe responded in kind, with the stance and the tone. ''Oh. And what would subordinates think when witnessing their leader, mighty Leonidas Agiads, wallowing in self-pity?''
They stood unmoving for a whole two minutes. None meant to waver, nor back out. Eventually the older warrior of Crypteia broke the silence. ''Impertinent woman you are, Aeaea.''
Igneous tensed slightly at his side. Commander's tone was bland with the touch of jeer. Using last names in conversations like that can be a calamitous sign. Fact is that Bellatorians and Hellenians speak same tongue, but the difference of expressing words is sometimes like rift between two river shores.
''You return to spent argument.'' When Circe opened her mouth to say in return, he stopped her with raised hand. ''Have you no duty of your own? Yet you linger and keep Igneous' mind diverted from his.'' It's clear that the little dispute on his lapses will not end in Circe's favour.
Circe huffed, knowing that he is right. The assignment is more tedious, but she'll go back to it when receiving an authoritative injunction. ''Alright. I shall fall to command.'' But the amusement returned on her face before she left. ''Next time, Igneous, I will find out.'' With that, she pulled the hood up and shimmered from sight.
''See that you do.'' Leonidas spoke to the air. ''She left?'' He turned to the red-eyed gladiator after a few moments, asking for verification. Such nifty gift the read-head has. Times like this he would trade with the younger man.
Igneous closed eyes and focused. Since he only spent short time with her, the scent is harder to discern. He had to rely on hearing too. Not a small feat when you have more voices in the area, takes more time to adapt the senses when trying to pinpoint a single person. Fortunately, he refined that part of his repertoire rather well. ''The distance increases. She is beyond listening-in.''
What an amazing skill Igneous has, that's for sure. ''Good. Circe can be dismissive in following orders at times.'' He revealed about the sorceress' personality a bit. ''Certain mages...'' He muttered, but knew it was useless in the presence of this one.
''Difficulty for future?'' The rusty-haired warrior asked in interest. It won't do well to have problematic behaviour among Crypteia. When he spoke with Circe in private, he got the feeling she holds Leonidas in some form of higher regard. How much exactly, he can't be too sure. Different perspective than women he knows personally. And that's, overall, not a lofty number.
''Unlikely my friend.'' He assured the rebelled gladiator. ''It is something that comes from familial past.'' She was probably a baby or not even born when Leonidas made first steps on this path.
A family issue? What kind of ill will could there be amid his associates? Last time he was in Crypteian secret location, he spend much of his time training and avoiding any contacts unless with the person instructing him. These personal details escape his notice.
Speaking of details, what does he possibly tell Leonidas if the man asks for his extensive report? The fact on how he adapted to the life in Ludus and obtained the affiance of gladiators? Igneous is not so sure if he should go into a very in-depth explanation. Especially now. 'How very troublesome.' The way he sees it, nothing good will come out of that. And he still has a promise to keep.
''About your wounds, Igneous.'' Leonidas started casually. ''How fares health?'' He did notice the subtle bandages under gladiators woolen fabric. The discolouration on the face is evident.
Okay, that's a question he can easily supplied with answer. ''My health shows no impairment. Bandages vex me slightly, yet nothing is out of order.'' Commander's concern is appreciated. Of course, he has the right to know. Battles can't be fought if fighters aren't at their high capacity. It would present quite a nuisance.
His superior threw him a sidelong glance. ''You fought bestiarius?'' That type of gladiator was a big rarity in Republic. Specially in regions such as Conlinia. They are mostly those accused of serious crime and send to fight animals. Or in special cases, the few bestiarii that survive their fights are pinned against one of more common types. Their survival rates are always deemed low.
Igneous responded negatively. ''Not bestiarii. Myself and another partner gladiator fought a deathmatch with dire beast.'' He finished in a darker tone. ''Beast, not belonging in these lands.''
By the Hellenian man's lore, that sounds mighty strange. ''Not of these lands?'' He pondered silently. Is such a thing probable? What kind of a show was that, and where did organizers acquired such animal? If judging by Igneous' tone and the visible lacerations, that must have been one dreadful fight.
The gladiator of four years long career spoke again, the previous grave tone not relenting. ''Description is akin to old legends. Height of two men. Closest comparison is that of a Minotaur.'' His current company did not react visibly, but he heard his breath hitch for a second or two.
''Minotaur?'' Leonidas murmured out. There are countless stories that elderly used to scare little rascals. There are many legends that tell of unusual, or unnatural creatures and heroic entities fighting against them. But, for real? To fight the monster itself on the sands of the arena? Where, in fuck, did they get it from?
Igneous frowned at the exclamation of his description. It sounded like Leonidas had some hard time believing in validity of his words. Well, it shouldn't come off as surprising. However, it does cause a minor pang in his heart. He survived to tell the tale. And he would never falsify such statements. ''Is it that difficult believing my claim, commander?'' The title came out a bit stressed out.
Shaking out of his musings, Leonidas straightened his posture some and turned eyes to Igneous. ''I do not doubt your sincerity. I was thinking of where Bellatorians could have procured the beast.'' In all likelihood, a new domains and places have been discovered.
''There was mention it hailed from Ishgar.'' Igneous provided helpful insight.
Leonidas went through his hair subconsciously, hoping to find any meaning to that name. Nothing came for now, plus right now, he was too invested at the current assembly happening not to far from their position. He left a small mental reminder to ask Cicero in spare time.
''That aside, you overcoming savage monster with the likes of Minotaur is truly deserving praise.'' He turned to more serious tone when asking the next thing. ''Your talents remain secret from people, yes?''
That is half-true, they are a mystery to any excessive prattlers for now. ''Yes.'' Trying to diverge any suspicion on him showing off magecraft to wrong folks, he continued with. ''The effort is not mine alone to receive commendations. I stand here in wake of my friend's helpful hand.'' He finished, letting a small smile appear.
Either his eyes are deceiving him, or did Igneous actually used the pleased facial expression. ''You share strong bond with your partner gladiator.'' He said, and a small part of him was glad. He never saw Igneous show that particular emotion, well not since that day almost nine years ago. It wasn't really much, but it's an improvement. His praise also had a double meaning.
''Ganicus is loyal friend and a brother gladiator.'' Igneous gave credit to his closest and trustful partner. ''His swordsmanship is testimony of great skill. My task would have failed had it not for his contribution...'' He kept speaking, not yet noticing the abundancy of his oration.
Great swordsmanship? That alone can mean only dimachaerus style. Gladiators famous only for blade wielding. Purely offensive. That takes a lot of skill. Even Leonidas, himself, would rather option for one blade. Dual-handling requires superb dexterity, combined with nimbleness, speed and the result is a truly dangerous opponent. Years of practicing are necessary in honing such technique. No wonder Igneous speaks highly of his friend.
Leonidas took note that Igneous stopped talking abruptly. Now, what could've caused that? ''Everything alright?'' He asked with a smirk. This is most that Igneous has ever opened with words. Discussing his gladiator comrades, or at least one of them, hold a certain place in the redhead's mind.
Sneaky old man. He just now realized the hidden intent of Leonidas' curiousness. No wonder he holds the highest place on the proverbial aptitude ladder. 'No one to blame but one-fucking-self.' He mentally scolded. Even if that wasn't Leonidas' intention from the beginning, he can't believe he just opened mouth and fell into speechify. ''Wondrous.'' He directed his glare straight at the wall across. Him and his damn mouth. Of all the times.
Good, good. Emotions are what every person should possess. They can be fickle and sometimes leading to bad decisions. Or be used to for something wonderful. You can't actually kill them off. He knows that at the heart.
With or without his knowing, the thought stirred old remembrances. Life was much simpler then, you had your duty, you trained for it, you fight if needed and thus keep your country's mightiness recognized. More than two decades ago, in the south-eastern parts of their present-day location...
XxX
Lands of Hellenia. It's territory divided for ages. Wars upon wars were fought, yet no-one has ever managed to bring it's people under one rule. Narrations tell of a gathering held under the sacred mountain of Parnassus, near the holy place of Delphi.
There was Attica, Colchia, Troia and Lacedaemonia that stood out as the greatest kingdoms. The four strongest met, along with their representatives. Every country only brought a handful of their most loyal guard. The meeting was held for the prospect of unity or forming of entente at best, not war. They were aware of the fact that they are not alone in the world.
On the north and north-east was a threat from barbaric tribes that lived in those regions, known as Celts and Thracians by some. Far on the south, south-east oversea were the vast, warm lands of Nubia.
Only Attica and Troia claimed possession of the lands, holding minor provinces across the sea, importing slaves and goods. Such thing often lead to conflict between the two. Mercenaries were employed to sabotage and plunder the trade of another, which led to piracy. When the seas problems ended, another took place. Accusations were thrown on both sides, not knowing who started it, without any solid evidences to claim who is right, battles took place.
It didn't take long for others to join. Not to give helping hand, but to strike when their backs are turned. Victory would bring supremacy over the fallen. Along with their resources and riches.
War-times are dangerous. Men die on the fields. Most soldiers fought for honor and glory. For their homes, to keep their loved ones from harm of the enemy. Who in their right mind wanted to be subjugated to the rule other than their own? Nobody. To gain any advantage over your foe in battle you must be clever, strong, well armed and have fearless army to follow you. However, every war brings another thing in it's wake. Innovation.
Iron forging the weapon was improved. Armors and shielding made better. Vessels designed specifically for war, such as warships and battle chariots appeared. Generals and strategist were racking their brains to come up with new tactics on the field. Infantrymen will always remain the core factor. Oftentimes it might just be that one man to play a deciding role.
From desperation, one such novelty came. Mages. Said to be blessed with inhuman abilities by Gods themselves, these mysterious people made their official bout at Battle of Pella. It has been said that one mage, through the means of unknown had a part in taking down several hundred footmen in one go. No one but the wining side remained, and the witnesses only whispered rumors about 'wrath of Gods came down' or 'the divine punishment struck'.
Most mages would go to solitary lives after the conclusion. Even they were aware that the next fight might just be around the corner. Hence why the authorities did their best in trying to keep the wielders of spell close by in case of emergency of any and every kind. Each mage was different. With his own special ways and skills. The usefulness they could provide was simply stupid not to have around. People started holding them in high esteem, no matter which place.
Sadly, mages who misapplied their powers would show up over time. Though their actions were rarely harmful for the ruling class, after a prolonged negligence of the problem the solution was demanded. And why indulge them with more attention when one can give order of execution? Hunting squads were formed, with one or two loyal mages serving as attachment. The implementation proved effective and discouraged future incidents for the most part. But for how long?
When the day of the possible first covenant came, a lot of people had their hopes up for a possible ceasefire. On a permanent base no less. Unfortunately, it was not up to them. It is never up to them when these delicate matters are in question.
The major sticking points was how the new dominance would be put into effect. Who is to have a bigger saying on the matters? The ruling families all had their pride and would not succumb to the authority over another.
Then came a matter of which country would be the center of this new 'institution'. Also a very sensitive matter of the military strength. Specific numbers, their ways of combat, supply routes and secrets their own mages held. Sharing was a must for favourable outcome.
It was not to be. Lacedaemonia was the first to unbury the hatchet. King Leon the first one to leave the meeting place. For him, those terms were an insult of highest degree. The question of mages, in particular, being a sore subject to him.
Thymoetes of Attica and Ilus of Troia stood up at the same time. It was a miracle they haven't tried to strangle each other on the way out. The glares they were shooting one another would suffice for last man remained standing with his arms propped and head held low over a large, embossed stone that served as a temporary table.
Mithridates, the Colchian sovereign, could only let out a sigh that spoke great exasperation and great tiredness. Understandable, since he was the eldest one present. As the initiator, he should have known better than have high hopes. Even with the noblest of intentions, people cannot seem to let the old grudges go and overcome differences. This era was not ready for this level of trust, apparently.
And that is barely half the problem. Mithridates turned, and with one last glance at the stone-made table, started leaving the place, his escort close behind. There shall not be a meeting like this for their lives or even two. Subjects will be disappointed, but they can only turn back to the regular life routine. Each king has surely given his best. Each one was surely right on the matter.
One detail, that will only remain behind the walls of the ruling families, was a special gift given to each departing king from the attendants of Delfi. The explanation was merely that 'the Gods willed it'. And who were they to refuse such offerings? These grounds were considered as hallowed by all nations. Least they got that in common.
And so, most have already forgotten the meeting ever held place. Clashes and skirmishes went on amongst the lands. Sometimes even the acts of aggression amid the smaller provinces drew the big four into inevitable conflict. Blood calls for blood, while hatred begets hatred. That is how it was. You never know when a single spark can start a forest fire.
Thus, all chances of grand unity was lost. There would be no mention of it until more than half a century later.
XxX
(Southern Hellenia – Lacedaemonian Capital Exousia – Agoge)
When each child was born, it was inspected by a members of Gerousia, as is the custom. If it had been puny, sickly or misshapen, it would have been discarded.
Those who live are thought never to retreat, never to surrender. Taught that death on battlefield in service to their home is the greatest glory to be achieved in life. At the age od seven, boys are taken from their mothers and plunged into world of violence.
Devised from years and years of their warrior society to create the finest soldiers the world has ever known. It's called agoge, where boys are forced to fight. Starved and compelled to steal, but never to be caught. Starving was meant to produce well-built soldiers rather than fat ones. Likewise, this let the boys become accustomed to hunger, and prevented hunger from being a problem during battle.
Showing no remorse when killing was another thing. Hesitation is a liability. Your enemies will show little to no mercy. A quick death was often the most gracious act. A soldier that died in battle for country would be given honour at home by carving his name in stone so that his bravery can be remembered.
By rod and leash they were punished to test their endurance, to show no pain. Sometimes tested by being thrown into the wild, left with their wits and will against nature's fury. Perfect system invented to weed out the weak. To make future generations strong. For failure is not an option.
This ingenious simulation, brutal and cruel as considered by some foreigners with knowledge of Lacedaemonian ways, is what kept one of the great kingdoms of Hellenia strong and long-lasting. No walls protected their capital. The navy was not their best weapon.
Magecraft was lacking in society, for it was deemed cowardly and feckless way of dealing in warfare. Or any other mundane set of affairs. It was largely discouraged. What matters is having fighters with their hearts dedicated and ready to spill blood for continuous existence of Lacedaemonia.
The kingdom itself, is ruled by already long-standing dynasty of Agiads. Myths tell that sons of legendary man Heracles centuries ago conquered the lands that Lacedaemonia occupy. Being of outstanding power, but short-tempered as well, it took not long for them to succumb in disagreements.
Yes, they had their altercations before, but now came a question of who would be the one standing on top being the one people should revere the most. Younger brother Eyripon always stood envious of his older brother Agis. It is true that Agis was normally boisterous, loud, ostentatious... Not that Eyripon wasn't, yet his brother managed to steal the spotlight whenever. People started favouring him to a greater extent than the younger son of Heracles.
On the last day of spring, Eyripon went to walk in woods in hopes of relieving his mind from onerous thoughts. Drink didn't help, women didn't help, so this was the next obvious solution. The setting sun painted clouds a purplish-red hue. The soft wind passing through and rustling his hair slightly.
''You desire power. Offspring of mighty man.'' The voice said. Eyripon first action was to take out his trusted bludgeon and look around for any attempt of ambush. The one talking was not perturbed. It kept on. ''Follow the voice and find yourself with more power than you have ever known. Step out of brothes's shadow and gain recognition you always desired.''
No one knew what exactly happened in the forest. Oral tradition only mentions that on a certain day, Eyripon invited his brother to a contest. The winner would be the one to claim leadership. They battled for days, it was said, until Eyripon tried employing trickery in order to be victorious. He nearly gained an upper hand.
But such act was regarded as cowardice by the Gods who, allegedly, had a hand in holding down Eyripon enough for Agis to strike a decisive blow to his little brother. Many contemporaries consider this is how famous proverb 'fortune favors the bold' came to be.
Lacedaemonian lifestyle that holds bravery in high regards and treats weakness with contempt. Could it have been born from this very legend? Mayhaps it shall never be known. With this event the forming of Agiads line ensued, or so many Lacedaemonians like to think.
One man, on a verge of completing his growing rite of passage firmly believed in the accuracy of Lacedaemonian history. *THUD* A body hit the surface hard. If the grounds were not softer sand, brought for specific purpose, the man lying down would've had suffered damage to a larger extent.
The downed young man lifted his head to glare at the one responsible for his condition. He looked at his other three companions to see that they weren't going to do anything about their one opponent. ''Don't stand like frightened toddlers! Seize him!'' He yelled commands.
After exchanging gazes for a split second, they charged. The one they were attacking was rumored as the best of the best. Top of his class, a person rumored with exceptional qualities. However, despite a trainee gaining fame, that came as a double-edged sword. Hazing was never discouraged among the boys. If they wanted to prove superior in combat, they could freely engage into contests of strength.
It served as a reminder to those considered as top-dogs that they have to prove their ability by throwing their weight. Unfortunately for the harassers, they just bit a lot more than they can chew.
Their target never fell from his stance. The man breached into the closest attacker's guard and instead of a fist he used an elbow to harm the nose. Quickly escaping surprise attack from behind, he slipped behind the nose-damaged one and encircled his arms around the waist. With one massive heave he lifted the interloper and slammed his back on the ground.
It wasn't over yet, and the prodigy knew it. Seeing a good chance of a take-down, he rolled fast to the side for a couple of feet and in the process tripped the approaching third offender. He stood up with a grunt and locked eyes with the fourth person.
Hesitation, a flawed stance. ''You brought this upon yourself.'' A simple uppercut was blocked. What do you know, but he forgot the legs. Locking his one arm with with offender and sneaking a leg around the younger hopeful soldier's met the same fate as the rest of his peers.
''Gh!'' There was no rest. The older trainee, while still holding the arm, forced him on his back and took hold of the opponent's arm and twisted it, putting pressure on the shoulder and elbow. A tad more force applied and the arm goes snap. Alas, he had to let go else he would meet the punch to the face by the original returnee.
He heard him swear silently, but paid it no mind. The next blow was parried, second blocked and at third he caught the wrist and dived to the groins. By using his superior strength, he lifted the lighter boy and tossed him to the other side. The tossed ragtag let out a big puff of air upon landing.
And what of the others now? The apparent victor breathing was accelerated from exertion, but there's no letting the guard down. Quickly surveying around and the luckless foursome were crawling and slowly coming to feet. He turned to the closest one, who was looking up at him with awe. A feeling of respect mixed with fear or wonder.
The triumphant one stretched out his hand and made a fist. ''Again?'' He asked while cracking a small grin and craning his head down at the defeated. He could do this entire day-long.
The one in question shook head vehemently, barely restraining emotion he was not suppose to show. ''N-No. You prove our superior. There is no more to be gained.'' He stood up and slowly wondered to help the one that needed most.
Said superior lowered his hand, but his muscles were still as tense. Daring them to try anything. ''Good choice.'' He admitted. If nothing, they did provided good exercise that's for sure. Not that he would say it out loud.
The one that spoke last was looking pretty low on confidence. Can't have that. These are to be future soldiers. Better have more comrades on the field than less. ''Keep your head up. Do not let paidonomos see you such.''
The defeated one passed mid-step, a tad shocked that he was spoken to. He soon straightened up. The senior was right, he must not falter. Weakness is bad. ''The rumors speak truth. You are...'' A dangerous gleam in the elder man's eyes halted his talking. He shouldn't have mention that.
''Who I am matters not here. Nevertheless, thread carefully in the future.'' He threw a bit disgusted glance at the other three, they stood huddled further away and were ready to bail out. ''And seek company of a better quality.'' He made past the young one and suddenly stopped walking when they were shoulder to shoulder. ''It would do no well for you to perish before time.'' He trekked further, out of training ground.
What was he to make out of the words? It was a warning, but at the same time it felt as he has being given advice to survive. A helping hand of sorts. His fist clenched he promptly turned to face the back of the retreating figure. ''I am Epeius. And I shall gladly follow your command on battlefield.'' He got no response, but it's alright. He will have to pour more sweat and work harder to achieve the honour all of them are here for. Becoming full fledged citizens and making their families proud.
Did he heard that right? Interesting. Not so bad in having followers for the future times. He shook his head. This status he has is such a nuisance at the times. Well, never mind now. As long as he works hard, he'll do his best in making his mark in the kingdom.
''How long have you stood watching, Orestes?'' He asked to the one trailing behind. Orestes was not much different from the rest of his current age. Short mop of black hair, brown eyes, unlike his green. Body well toned after years of rigorous training.
Orestes quickened pace to stand beside him. ''Remaining well-liked I see.'' He gave his peer a grin that showed how serious he was. ''And reputation precedes you. Fools never knew the danger they faced.'' He said while shaking head in faux disappointment. He could've jumped in, yet he knows that would piss-off this one. Not like those greenhorns had a chance.
''A lesson well deserved.'' He responded and Orestes nodded at it. ''Finished with training?'' Orestes ignored him at first. The reason being a few girls walking at their direction. Of course the woman train as well. Not in exact manner like boys, but they are expected to be in good condition. After all, strong woman equals giving birth to strong children.
A single peace that covers important areas and leaves side of the legs revealed. It is actually to allow better mobility. Girls physical training consisted mostly of running, throwing javelin. The cloth they wear does not help any at focusing on other parts. Sexual desire. Least he had more self-control of that aspect than Orestes it seems.
Orestes winced at the sharp sensation in his kidney area. ''Hey! You fuck!'' He rubbed the place where his companion hit him. ''Why did...'' The girls probably saw the ordeal, if judging by their laughs directed at him. And pointing fingers. Asshole. ''Many graces, Leonidas.'' He growled out. His game was totally messed-up now. How rude.
Leonidas snorted, ignoring the snide tone. ''It is considered rude ignoring one's question.'' And Orestes had a decency to look somewhat sheepish. ''You can turn gaze at them next day. Once our training is due, then you make advances. You know the laws.'' He reminded his friend. The laws are clear as a day. The males marry when they turn thirty, so by that time most of these girls would be taken by another.
''Yes, the laws.'' He spoke more quietly as girls passed them. The faces still carried delight, but he can't be mad at them. He is at fault for getting lost in daze. Artemis forgive him. Shame, really. And that one at the far left was a looker. Hair brighter colour than the rest. Something like a very light brown. Autumn leaves?
''It has been so since Lycurgus. We should not dispute it at our age.'' He lightly warned his friend who, again, seemed to turn attention to girls. The other man's eyes lingered at the one with light hair. ''Orestes.'' He hissed out, wanting to snap him out of leer.
''I heard you.'' The brown-eyed man sighed out. So what if rules say so. He wasn't breaking anything by checking the females out. It's not illegal to watch. Okay, staring is maybe impolite, but this was healthy appreciation. And their drill revolves on such thing as good health. ''We should retreat to barracks. I have not eaten since moon passed from sight.'' Orestes suggested.
Leonidas was most likely in the same boat. He gave one last glance at girls, trying to be discreet as possible. 'What in Zeus's...? Odd.' If he didn't know better that bright-haired was constantly stealing looks their way. He shrugged it at the end, passing blame to hunger. Just because he is taught how to counter it, doesn't mean he can live without it. In this stage of training, one 'guaranteed' meal is permitted. And today was particularly tiresome. Damn flinging discus.
Since he wasn't paying attention to his male company, he would have caught the subtle move of Leonidas' head. The third son of the current ruler was glad. It is time that he puts his stealth skills to a test. He studied the sky. It would be cloudy in the night. Good, if Gods show favour and obscure the moon, all the better for him.
With that in mind, the two comrades marched to the mess area.
XxX
He made it. And damn if it wasn't sight to behold. If he were to give himself a grade, it would have been perfect score. In his humble judgement.
Lack of moonlight helped, but did proved to be a slight bother. He can't see at night. Most fortunate that he knew these parts rather well. It was here, some four years ago, that he killed first. Killed an animal that is. It was winter, and he had to hunt down something during his survival training.
Luck was really not on his side, when instead of pray, nature sends a predator to cross his path. A wolf with fur darker than night, and those eyes that reflected its intentions. It was hungry. He was hungry. He was also not feeling hundred percent for this kind of face-off. Drinking melted snow is not always good substitution for water.
It may delay dehydration, but cold water can cause a lot of stomach cramps. And after being successful in putting the wolf down, it was still strength draining. And just so to spite him, his bowels indicated the need of emptying out the excess material. Seriously? Right now?
Well, timing doesn't choose its time to act. No choice but let the nature run its course. Nature again. A rustle from thicket at the time he was still doing his work. Branches braking. The sound was like 'hrrr'. 'Fuck, fuck, shit...' He panicked. How does one defend whilst caught in the middle of facilitating from excrement?!
He clenched his teeth and made a quick call. It can wait. Fuck, it can wait until he ensures his own safety. Using his hands to grip the dirt, he sprang and somersaulted as much as he could before hearing the ground shaking. Something grazed him, something with fur. But not the likes of wolf's fur. No, this was more prickly texture. A boar.
Hell, couldn't have come before the wolf. This is so wrong. It's making turn. Another charge. Just now, he felt a wet sensation on his right leg. No. No. No! Not now! He is not dying from a fauna's whim. Directing every curse he knew at that chaste goddess, the young man prepared every last bit of power he had and reached for his hand-made spear. Tip is dulled from killing the beast before, but it'll have to do. If just enough to slow down the wild pig.
Fast throw at the charging thing. Strike in the side region and it slows down. Now to retreat and waiting it to tire down or bleed out to death. If he can track it later, a good meal will be his reward. Turning a making a dash, in all the commotion ad after everything went so fast, he forgot that there is some feces left on the ground.
A horrible, figurative and literal slip of mind befell. ''Guh!'' He wheezed. Way the go, Leonidas. Now you deserve a crappy death after such blunder.
*SCHLICK* And a squeal was heard. What in the Ares' dog's? He slowly straightened from his prone position to look at the very strange picture in the making...
''By Zeus...'' He shook his head when that memory came back. If anyone else found out shit would hit the fan. So that was the agreement he struck on that day. A stroke of fortune or some divine mockery by the Gods themselves. It was up to a debate. Since only two people knew, he likes to think a bit of both, really.
Leonidas heard noise behind while standing before his poor reflection in the river Eurotas. ''Your concealment is lacking.'' His tone was scolding toward the approaching person. ''Do you hold no value of your life?''
The one coming at him let out an exasperated sigh. ''You know I harbor no malicious intent.'' A feminine voice spoke out. Hand touched his left shoulder.
Oh, that's right. No bad intent. Only a greatly complicated situation that could doom both their lives and inspiration for the future. What a mess. It's like one of those tragic plays he heard of when classes are not combat-oriented. You have to know to write and understand the culture you live in after all. Otherwise you are no better than animal.
''We cannot hope to meet like this any longer.'' Leonidas said to the woman who is yet to remove her hand. ''Second part of my training is soon to commence. And you have to fulfill your duty by law.'' He said. Her grip tightened, not that it bothered him.
''Duty.'' The word came out hard. ''Law.'' Same tone again. This will not turn out right. ''Why is it, that we are forced by such barriers? Why is it, we ca...'' Leonidas stopped from further ranting by smacking her hand away and grabbing both of her upper arms. Not too tightly, but she wouldn't flinch.
''What...'' He swallowed builded saliva. ''Do you want me to do about it?!'' Even if it sounded angry, he tried to keep his voice down for the sake of them. ''Should I move mountains? Should I challenge Gods? Should I stand before every geronetes and ask the impossible?'' He was breathing a little unevenly now.
''Should I be branded the greatest fool of our nation? Name whispered in ridicule by even the vagrants?'' The next word were an imitation attempted. '' 'Behold, Leonidas. A fool who reached the unreachable. Cast away like filth for his effort.' '' When she tried to lower gaze he took her chin and forced her to look at his forest eyes. ''Is that what you ask of me? Cyanea?''
Cyanea seethed at him. That is not fair. He is not the only one to lose here. Doesn't he sees that? ''Only yourself you think of. You... You arrant, insular, hidebound...'' She tried to finish, but only chokes escaped mouth.
The man released his hold and she fell further into him, face buried in his clavicle. In a rare show of sympathy, he encircled and kept her steady. She really, really held down the tears. He didn't feel anything. ''There is no other way.'' He whispered, trying to sound soothing.
''Clear your thoughts.'' He began, trying to choose what to say wisely. ''You will come to share your life with another. It will not be me. But I shall always remember you and that day.''
The light-brown woman was already calming down. At the end, he is right. Much as it was fun and thrilling this experience, it will have to end. For both their sake. ''I hate when you break such words.'' She slapped his pectoral playfully. ''You will become great man one day.''
He snorted at that. Is she serious. He is the third born child. The best he can hope is a title of general. But that is so far from now, and he has no wish to think of what is to come. His actions will speak for him. ''Oh? You possess clairvoyance? You may yet chose to become oracle and live in chasteness.'' Leonidas teased lightly.
Cyanea scrunched her face. Is he for real? Fat chances at that working out. Especially after some of their previous outings. Good times those were. She giggled at the memories, a pink hue spread across her cheeks. Not that he can see it. ''How amusing. The son of mighty line knows jest.'' She tried to get the thoughts of one particular night out of her head. He surely had a rough and frustrating day back then. Thank Gods Lacedaemonian women are strong as they are.
''Perverted woman. Have you no self-discipline?'' Somehow he just knew where her last track of thoughts diverted. Wonderful, and now he is getting all pent-up. ''We should...'' He wanted to propose they leave after making with small parting, but Cyanea had other plans as she kissed him fiercely on the mouth.
He broke the kiss and gave her incredulous look. ''Now?'' He hadn't expected such forwardness. She caught him off guard. That little, flirtatious minx. Peering into her eyes as best as he could, he saw she'll not back out. Fine, neither will he. What kind of a man would he be if he had? A coward, that's what. No way some women is going to best the descendant of Heracles.
They allowed themselves another hour or so. The clouds are parting and it would be hard to sneak by using shadows as advantage. The parting couple were putting their garments in their place. Cyanea walked to the tree and tapped at the bottom of the trunk as if searching for something. Wrong tree? She was sure she left it near one of the closest to the river bank.
She tried the other next tree. It would do no good if she lost it. 'Ah!' There it is. She lifted the small ceramic bottle and uncorked it. As she went to drink the contents, she was roughly pushed to the side. When she brought her head up, a very unexpected sight greeted her.
Leonidas was wrestling on the ground with another person. Said person was wearing a crimson red cloak and his face was dark with being covered dirt. Probably for camouflage purposes. The son of king was at the bottom keeping the assailant's other hand, which held a knife, at bay.
Leonidas while batting away the attackers left fist, loosened the grip on the blade-holding hand and along with his right one made the knife sink halfway to the softer ground of the shore. Despite grazing him on the cheek hi continued with getting a hold of the other man's waist and using a well-taught move he quickly rearranged their positions with him being on top now.
The attacker lost his focus very surprised at the targets prowess, a mistake which costed him his life. His own right hand holding the blade was directed by greater force to his own chest. He tried resisting, and it only delayed the stab for a whole two seconds. A sickening squelch was heard as the blade penetrated his left side and found itself between his ribs.
Oh, Leonidas wasn't finished with him yet. He saw red. He saw red and with fury he seized the throat of the attacker and smashed the head again and again.
The downed man could only cough blood as his breathing was betraying him. Before the last assault, the moon broke free of the restraints of the clouds. The river also reflected light and made thing less concealed. Upon last breath, recognition flashed through his eyes. Simple design giving knowledge of who sends him to the afterlife. It would've been so absurd if it wasn't so evident. ''Trgt... Thrat...'' Not even the last words were granted as the pressure on his windpipe increased immensely.
Making sure that the life has faded, Leonidas stood up in an agonizingly slow motion. He turned his head mechanically in where he thought Cyaena was, and was a little surprised that she only stood a feet away and holding a stone in hand. She was willing to save him again, huh? Shaking from the stupor he ordered her. ''Leave. Now.'' When she held ground with a conflicted look on her face he repeated more harshly. ''Leave! This never happened. You saw nothing. Claim ignorance if must.''
The bright-brown girl dropped the stone and did as told. She paused for a moment. ''Be careful. Farewell, Leo.'' She spoke the affectionate nickname softly, not knowing if he will pay heed and moved on. One salty drop trailed her cheek. It's not fair. It wasn't suppose to end in this fashion. She was so considerate of surroundings when coming here.
Meanwhile, busy with his current occupation, Leonidas was searching the body thoroughly. It all checks out. Crypteia. Fucking Crypteia. He has never hated that 'institution' more than now. Sighing in frustration, he dragged the body to the river, the knife still sticking out of the same place he positioned it. What's done is done.
There are to be consequences for this. Call him a scoundrel now, but his did what he had to. If only to return the favour and save one life that should not have been extinguished. Taking blood from those suppose to be brothers-in-arms to save a girl that he owed a life debt and will have a special place in his heart. An easy call on his side.
Tomorrow's day is bound to be all but boring. And he strives to be general. They make heavy and thoughtful judgements in the best interest of the outcome. Well, it is time he becomes man a lot faster. A great man. A great commander...
Commander...
Commander...
XxX
''Commander.'' A voice called. A male voice that had a tint of aggravation. Who wouldn't after trying to get the attention for a while there. And the matter is urgent.
He blinked once, then twice. Is the ground shaking with him? He massaged his temples and turned eyes to the one calling him. Did he just indulge in daydreaming? ''Hm, yes? Is it time?'' He asked, breaking the unresponsive streak he must've created for a brief while.
Igneous frowned at the behaviour of the commanding officer. He wasn't sure what to make of Leonidas' action right now. Of course even a man like him can have some bad days, but it cannot be today. ''We are being summoned by Consul Cicero.'' Maybe he should give him a breather for a while. ''I can see task to completion if need be.''
In spite of trying to be subtle, but the older man noticed what layed in Igneous line. ''No. I am to be present as well.'' He motioned to his attire. ''Remove armour and blade. They should not be needed.'' Not to mention it wasn't allowed to bring any form of weaponry inside the Curia.
The red-eyed man did not like the idea of that, yet if it is a must then he may as well do it. A bit of a hitch was that his speed of storing away the things like clothing or armour with magic was slower unlike the weapons. Leonidas flashed his away and stood waiting for the younger man. That's just... forget it, let the old man gloat. Can't beat the best yet.
Taking small pride at his proficiency over the younger warrior, Leonidas glanced at the sky. A full moon. Does strangest and things undreamed-of happen on full moon? His standing right here at this imminent event proves that life sometimes works in mysterious ways.
However, they, people are not to always follow at the natures flow. With the right sort of potency and ken, even the great river stream can be traversed. 'Now, we forge our path.' Because from here on, the real hardships start.
Bah, finally! The man just can't think straight with five damn exams looming over his head! I've been drinking water all goddamn day! And pray every Sunday to bring out the demons in me! I hate summer, you go to bed half-dead and wake up wet! Not cool!
Gotta spend all that frustration somewhere and somehow: lifting, typing, reading other fanfics ranting, watching football...
Reading again, only manga this time. Seriously? How the hell you beat a dragon that can control fucking time! Dragonslayers all exhausted from their fights, Acnologia devouring shit-ton of magic and eating his way through literal plot hole?! Oh I know. Let's go all together: EVERYTHING FOR MY NAKAMA! Ultimate plot twist: Ichiya is the Parfum Dragonslayer! He's the key to defeating Acnologia!
*Sigh* Before someone starts throwing veggies at me *duck* I get it's a fundamental thing of FT and it is can give a proper drive sometimes. But man, anyone ever heard of too much is just too much? Anyone? *duck*
Okay, I'll stop pretending to be a wiseguy. It ends however Hiro wants it to end. The End.
As usual, reviews are appreciated, I find myself lacking *duck* (Oi! Motherfuck/Puta madre!) and follow and favor, which ever you find better. (For my sake, I hope both).
I'll just try harder! You ain't seen nothing yet! This chap barely covers 10% of stuff. Just you wait.
Me encanta español! I'm still shit at language, but baby steps. My every word has a purpose... *snickering* Oh si.
And the guide to Greek supplements, heed them:
- geronetes is the members of the Gerousia, a council of elders
- paidonomos can be literally translated as 'boy-herder' the one charged with supervising education at Agoge (I don't have to explain what this one is).