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2. Awakening
Velvet darkness surrounded him. There was no sound. He was lying on soft grass.
Grass?
Slowly, Leonidas opened his eyes. All he could see was the clear blue sky above him.
Memory returned.
The Persian arrows had blocked out the sun… pain, then nothing.
He was dead. He had to be. There was no other explanation.
The arrows had hit him and he had died. No-one could have survived all those arrows.
Carefully he sat up and looked around.
He had been lying on a green field, surrounded by his men. None of them had any wounds, they appeared to be sleeping. No wounds, no blood, their weapons in their arms. From behind the nearby hills sounds of battle could be heard and the ground was shaking.
Where were they? What had happened? Was this Hades? Was this the after-life?
And if this was Hades, why was there a battle nearby? For it had to be a battle, Leonidas had been in enough to regconize that immediately. It had to be quite a huge battle, too, judging by the way the ground was shaking.
One by one his brothers in war woke up.
They were confused and got up slowly. Soon Leonidas, King of Sparta, was standing in the middle of his 300 brave Spartans.
"What is the meaning of this? Where are we?" asked the captain.
"I do not know."
Leonidas gazed into the direction where the battle-sounds could be heard from. He made a decision. No matter how they had ended up here, they would not stand by idly while there was fighting going on. They were Spartans after all.
"Let's find out what battle this is."
He turned and leads his men southwards.
The Spartans marched until they could see a vast battlefield in front of a great white city at the foot of the mountains.
The city was under siege and her defenders were few while the attackers were many and had big warbeasts.
"Are these Persian war-beasts?" Stelios wondered.
"They do look like them," Astinos agreed. "And the invaders remind me of the Immortals and other warriors of Xerxes."
"They do look similar to the Persian army," Leonidas said and made a decision.
Perhaps they were here for a reason, perhaps the Gods had sent them here to fight. Perhaps not. He only knew that a small army of men was defending itself agains a superior force of hideous monsters. He could not just stand by and watch and do nothing. That would go against everything he had been taught, everything he had ever believed in.
"Spartans!"
As one the 300 fell into a phalanx formation and marched towards the battle.
Closer and closer they came and at last they faced the Persian-like army.
"Hold your position", Leonidas instructed and waited.
Now they would see what would happen.