In the corner Brok was fishing out a heavy looking bag that jingled at every movement. The blue dwarf's proud smirk made the contents within his possession clear. It was full of hacksilver he'd been collecting from smithing and likely other unsavory activities. Meanwhile, his brother Sindri made a great effort to appear to be working while he eyed the kids. The idea was not as pleasing to him than to the blue one, but nether less the dwarf could not look away. His curiosity of the outcome outweighed his own moral conscious. Even Mimir was engrossed by the idea of Kratos' kin engaging in battle. He watched as Calliope and Atreus walked away from the dwarf's workbenches. The two children bounced with energy at the prospect of facing one another. They both turned to their father expecting him to give his approval to start the battle. The proposal of a fight struck everyone with excitement, except for Kratos.
"Fifty fucking silver on the Helspit!" Brok cried out as if he already tasted the riches of victory.
"Oh for the love of- they are children!" Sindri cringed while reorganizing his tools.
"You fuckin kidding me? Didn't you say that the boy took out a piss licking dragon? Imagine what the girl could do!"
"Well, yes technically, but he had a lot o-"
"Oh brother, If we are going down this route then, I'll do sixty on the lad!" the head paused to gauge Atreus then Calliope.
"Aaah, Mimir! That's what I like to hear. Tho, you better not of fucking left your hacksilver in your body you cheap horse fucker"
"I have my ways dwarf, worry not. I am good with coin" Mimir mused
"Were you keeping it? In your neck cavity like a fucking purse?"
"Oh, come on you two" Sindri rolled his eyes
"No"
All members involved whipped their head at attention to Kratos. He did not make any effort to further explain himself. Leaving everyone to study his normal stern facial expression for answers. A Sparta lived the glory of battle, and it was ingrained into every warrior to accept a challenge no matter how small. In fact, appearing as a coward was considered one of the most outrageous offences to their society. It was no uncommon for a mother to cast the first stone of judgement towards her own children if words came forward to them acting in cowardice. She would cast the very babe she born out into exile at such shameful behavior. A mother would rather her child die than come back home with their dignity slewed into filth. But, this was no longer Sparta, and Kratos was no longer that type of man, and he did not expect his children to act this way.
Another issue that appeared was Calliope's overall health. He did not know the full extent of her condition after coming back from the dead. For all the warrior knew, she could be the pinnacle of health, but he doubted that. His daughter had always been ill, born that way, and almost killed because of it. Calliope entered the world covered from head to toe in pox. A birth defect that was a common occurrence and fear for all parents at the time. It was rumored to be a curse from the gods themselves. Because of the practices all Spartans followed, the sickness was a mark of death for the babes born this way. The laws of Sparta required all unfit children to be casted off in order for only the strongest to become the next generation.
It was a law even the Spartan king had to abide to. Only a few days prior to Calliope's birth the king threw his own child to death after it contracted the same defect as his daughter. Kratos' expected to do the same but could not do it once he saw the light in the small babe's eyes, and his beautiful wife's happiness as she held their doomed child. Lysandra did not shriek away in horror like the midwives and healers present at the time, but instead told Kratos how lovely their baby was. He remembered the sight of their fragile child, bundled up in linens. Her tiny boil covered fist waving in the air as she explored the new faces around her. She did not cry, nor scream like other children that suffered the same fate, but instead cooed at Kratos with strong happy eyes. At that moment he knew he would not let her die. Lysandra did not have to beg him to help their daughter survive, because it was decided then, that he would challenge the gods themselves if it would prevent her death.
So, the family had made a deal with the Spartan king to ensure Calliope's future. Kratos would find the Ambrosia, and it would be used to create strong warriors for Sparta, but in return his own daughter would be guaranteed a sip of it herself. Ambrosia, the food of the gods, said that it could heal all ailments. He did not waste any time on the quest, and it took traveling to Hades' itself to find the tree that grew it. It took countless battles against mortals and beasts alike before he reached his goal. The warrior barely made it in time before his daughter would be cast off to her death. Yet, he managed to heal her skin conditions.
With her new found constitution, Calliope and her family were left to flourish. The pox was no more, but as she grew her health still diminished. No boils appeared on her skin nor were there any other signs of a disease known by his people. No healer in Sparta knew what her new ailment was. At moments she acted like a normal child, and then the next Calliope would be at Hades' entrance; Thanatos' gentle touch beckoning her away. The Ambrosia worked fine on all the other children in Sparta. All who received it had grown to never know sickness again, yet still his daughter suffered.
Even the God's healing promises were thrown in his face as deception and lies. Anytime he thought about it, a bitter laugh would threaten to erupt out of him. He could kill them himself if he hadn't already done the job. It was a factor for his bitter resentment towards the gods, because even back then their true nature was slipping through, the healing properties of the Ambrosia did not last forever, and it showed their true nature of lies. Overtime Calliope's body grew weak once more, leaving her in horrible pain. She'd be unable to move, let alone train, or learn like it was expected of women at her age. It would come in bursts; often at times Calliope was fine then the next moment she'd be running a fever that could rival the sun Apollo carried across the sky. She only lived as long as she did, because of his rise in rank and favor with the king.
Now that she was back Kratos did not want the child to push the limitations on her body yet. He wished to build up her endurances in a small way to ensure it was safe to give her proper training in fighting. He had to admit to himself that it was something he put off for far too long….
Another factor was she was a novice. Calliope did not know the proper technique of holding a blade nor how to simply dodge. Atreus grew up with Faye teaching him the ways to survive. The boy had the advantage of being in real battles, which required him to fight for his life. His two children were at different skill levels. It would be an unfair match. However, he did not doubt Atreus' kind-hearted nature would peek through if a battle was to ensue. The boy would go easy on his sister and would try his best to keep injuries at a minimum. But, he did not like the idea of an accidental wound he could not treat. He'd seen better men die from festering sores that originally appeared to be simple scrapes…
"To Hel with that. I'm fucking gambling on children fighting if I damn well fucking please. Ain't any worse than betting on how many raiders a troll can eat"
"Brok, that's messed up," Atreus frowned
"Don't need you to judge my piss poor life. I got my pretentious ass brother for that"
"See what I have to put up with?" Sindri groaned throwing his hands up in the air.
"I do not care what you do dwarf. They are not fighting," Kratos grunted out.
Calliope already knew the look at had appeared on his father's face. The child released a frustrated sigh. She had thought that getting this weapon was maybe hope that he'd finally let her train for real, like her mother did. Instead, the spartan girl would be trapped, because of the limitations of her body once again. A wave of bitter disappointment washed over her. The child looked away as her bottom lip threaten to tremble. The feelings of being useless crashed against her chest.
"Δεν είστε έτοιμοι" Kratos grunted. "Come,Ελα" he threw a coin onto the table for the blade, then started to head in the direction of the portal.
"Why not?" Atreus' brows furrowed in confusion. "Is something the matter?"
Even the dwarves looked up in interest to his answer. Everyone present expected the warrior to encourage the fight since they've seen Atreus shooting through all sort of nasty creatures alongside his father. They didn't see any reason the girl couldn't do the same considering he just presented her with a newly fashioned dagger.
"Calliope is sick, " Kratos stated in his normal gruff voice "And she does not know how to fight".
"She is?" Atreus paused to look at his sister. She stood there looking away from their father with a frown, but other than that looked fine. The boy didn't think she seemed sick, in fact she look healthy for being dead. There wasn't anything that screamed ill in his opinion…. Calliope wasn't coughing or sneezing. The only thing that might give the impression of illness was the occasional shiver she had, but that could be chalked up to the bitter weather.
Calliope swallowed the lump that was lodge in her throat, her tiny hands gripped the dagger tighter, then gave Kratos' a familiar determined look. His daughter walked over to him, and with her free hand, grabbed his to pull him back in the direction of where they were going to fight.
"Θέλω να πολεμήσω!"
"Το σώμα σας είναι αδύναμο, μικρή μούσα" Kratos stared straight ahead not allowing himself to be pulled along by Calliope "Yes. She was born sick. It does not take much to set off an episode"
"Oh. So, she is sick like I was?"
The warrior paused for a moment to consider Atreus' words. The boy's sickness had festered thanks to the denial of the truth of who he was. He'd never kept anything from Calliope during those years they lived in Sparta, but at the time Kratos did not know his own origins. Yet, he never ill like his children did.
"I do not know the source of her sickness." Kratos admitted.
"Maybe...try what we did that helped me?" the boy offered up as a solution.
Kratos paused to think about his son's suggestion "I do not think that is the issue boy. Her sickness grew long before..." he hesitated while glancing at the dwarves, " even I understood what you suggest."
"Oh…" Atreus looked at his father while trying to absorb that information.
During this conversation Calliope still held onto Kratos' tightly. Her tiny frame heaving against the heavy weight of her father. She was determined to get him to turn around. "Παρακαλώ, θέλω να σας δείξω κάτι!"
"Όχι, Καλλιόπη. Αρκετά," He commanded.
"Πατέρα, είναι πολύ σημαντικό. Θα είμαι εντάξει!" She tried her best to reassure, with a tiny quiver in her voice.
The sound of her voice made him waver in his decision. The warrior turned around to get on his daughter's level. Now that they were face to face her placed his arm on his shoulder "Καλλιόπη. Ξέρω ότι θέλετε να πολεμήσετε, αλλά δεν είναι καιρός."
"Εμπιστέψου με! Δεν χρειάζεται να χρησιμοποιούμε τα μαχαίρια ... θέλω μόνο να σας δείξω κάτι"
"Έχω πει όχι, κόρη."Kratos stated firmly.
"ΕΓΩ.." Calliope looked down at her feet feeling like a little brat. She nudged the metal floor with her feet "Υπόσχομαι να ακούσω για τώρα. Απλά δεν έχω την ευκαιρία να σας δείξω πριν ..."
Atreus watched from the side lines as a complex expression formed on his father face. The Spartan had lowered his head to press against Calliope's in a gesture he'd seen Kratos' use with his mother. It was a rare thing he did.
"Μόνο αυτή τη μικρή μούσα. Δεν θα κλαίει αν τραυματιστείς ούτε θα φωνάξουν μακριά από το αίμα στη μάχη. Η βία δεν είναι στη φύση σας, αλλά αφού το ζήτησες, οι συνέπειες θα σας πέσουν. Καταλαβαίνεις?"
Calliope gave him a stern quick nod before running over to Atreus with her dagger put away. She got herself into a fighting stance that any warrior would be proud of. Atreus peered at Kratos' to make sure it was alright to proceeded, but with a nod from his father, the boy joined Calliope, and strike a similar stance. The two children stood there with locked eyes awaiting to see who would attack first.
No one was moving for a while before it dawned on Atreus that he had no idea how to start a fight. Atreus was used to being in life or death situation which require quick decision making. Rarely did the boy ever instigated the fight. Calliope was having a similar issue due to the fact never fought according to their father.
"Oh for fuck sake. Throw a punch!" Brok demanded
Atreus decided to take the lead by attacking his sister first. The boy gave her a week punch against the arm to gauge her reaction. The fact of the matter was she was built younger than him and her pain tolerance might be lower. Just in case he didn't want to over do it. But, Calliope did not cry out, rather she return the strike by smashing her own balled up fist against his nose.
And, with a stinging in his nose, Atreus realized that his sister could fight more than originally was thought. He watched as Calliope cringed a bit at her own move, which made him feel a bit better that she felt guilty. It hurt like a lot, but it did not stop him from smacking her again with heavier blows.
The two children struck at one another. Atreus begun to call bull on his father's statement that she did not know how to fight. Calliope was using her small stature as an advantage. The spartan girl would dodge his attacks by being a bit quicker or aim for areas that really hurt such as his face, chest, and even tried for the knees. However, she lacked what Atreus had in his ability to throw harder punches and his strong condition. Already Calliope was dripping with sweat and breathing hard. The impact of his blows showed to have more effect than hers since she would often flinch when hit.
Everyone watched as they fought with interested in their abilities. Brok was hollering for Calliope to knock him out so he could make some money. Sindri would cringed away at the sight of blood and Mimir hung from his spot quietly. Kratos himself watched in surprise at the moves his daughter was displaying. The sight was so familiar to him in an odd way, but the warrior wasn't quite sure how. It wasn't until she kicked Atreus' feet from out under him it triggered a memory of long ago.
Kratos stood in the middle of the arena glaring daggers onto the weapon rack. He had been waiting for over an hour, and his body ached to release some pent-up tension. Yet, his wife was nowhere to be found. Despite, her promises that she'll be there on time. Kratos had always been forgiving for her tardiness, because Lysandra had much to do tending to their estate, but today it was harder to look past. The piss poor couple of days he had demanded a fight, and most other Spartans avoided him when he was in one of these moods. The only person brave enough in all of Sparta to face him in a battle right now would be his love. Anytime Lysandra was around, Kratos felt better in general, but today, he needed her playful taunts and blows. If that didn't happen then he feared someone else would get hurt.
The warrior started to pace the area to keep himself busy. His hand twitched with the urge to pick up a spear a throw it a couple of times for 'practice'. Anything to keep himself for exploding. However, that may not what the gods were planning since he heard footsteps heading his direction. The warrior cocked in his towards the source of the sound ready to take off someone's head if it wasn't Lysandra. Yet, the approaching figure was testing the last of his will power by going leisurely to his location. The lack of pep in that step only brought the beginning pulses of a headache and fuel to his bitter mood. It cooled a bit seeing the person's face.
"Wife, you are late!"
"My, aren't we observant?" Lysandra smiled striding over to her husband with graceful confidence Kratos came accustomed to. "I apologize, something urgent came up that I had to deal with," Lysandra greeted Kratos with a gentle kiss on the lips. "You seem tense husband, something the matter?"
Unclenching his jaw, the warrior grunted slightly "Everything is fine, my love. I am just ready to train"
His wife hummed a bit and tapped her fingers against her chin, "I see. Now, my grumpy warrior, before we start. There is something we must talk about" she then folded her arms. "I heard what happened yesterday."
"Hmn" Kratos acknowledge. Great, the very conversation he had hoped to avoid altogether until he adjusted his temperament. Kratos glanced down at his wife's small frame to show she had his full attention.
"Look my love," she eased over to him and placed a gentle hand upon his shoulder. "I know, it's frustrating out there, and in the heat of the moment it's easy to forget yourself." She nodded agreeing with her own words, "But, was it really necessary to break his arm?"
Kratos released a frustrated huff while looking at his wife's discontent face. It was the last topic he wished to breach with Lysandra. Not only did the memory still boil his blood, but the fact he was about to get chastised for it made his rage increase against the little shit smear.
"He was out of formation, again" he emphasized. "If he wanted to keep his arm then he would learn to keep in time." Kratos folded his arms "On the battlefield that idiocy would cost a life. I fear I wouldn't be so lucky that it will be his. "
Lysandra let out a giant sigh "I know that, but what good is he now? The child can't pick up a shield or a blade. He won't be able to for weeks, if by the Gods and Goddess blessing his bone heals correctly. He's still learning, and I am certain you too made similar mistakes" Her soft features then turned stern. "Husband, you must try to solve things with words occasionally. Getting mad does not fix the problem but makes it worse. I have told you this many of a time."
"I TRI-..." He began to raise his voice but then looked away. The last person he dared to ever release his anger on was his wife. He breathed through his nose then tried to relax his body a bit. Lysandra waited patiently as he adjusted himself.
"I tried. "He said calmer, but Kratos felt his pulse wanting to rise in frustration. "My breath was wasted. Some fools need blows to get the point across."
"Oh? Is that so?" Lysandra looked up at his face to study his expression. Only to meet by his usual stern features, but found what she was looking for in his eyes. After knowing him for so long she knew the answers to his feelings lie there. Lysandra suspected Kratos did not know how expressive they were, often at times betraying the facade he presents, but never in a negative way to her. His eyes are what brought her the most comfort.
She placed her hand on his cheek. "Love, I am happy to hear that you are trying." Lysandra then gave him an uneasy look, "But, rage is a tool. Used at the wrong time it could cost a life," Kratos noticed she echoed his very words. "And, I fear one day it might be yours…." she removed her hand and looked down "I don't doubt your abilities, husband. You are a strong warrior. I'm proud of you for that. I just..."
Kratos stood there in waiting for her to finish, but she said nothing more. Instead, she chose to pick at the fabric she wore, as if it had the correct words, while trying to ignore the emotions bubbling out of her. Kratos uncrossed his arms at the sight of his wife acting defeated. The behavior struck him as unusual compare to her normal self-assertiveness. A twinge of guilt hit him seeing his love so torn up about it. 'How long had she been thinking about this?' He wondered. Seeing Lysandra like this melted away the rage that had nestled deep within him these last days. Anytime she was upset, which was very rare, Kratos felt compelled to comfort her till those feelings past.
He broke her train of thought by cupping her head, and making her look at him. The warrior gazed into her soft pools. "You are right, love," He sighed and press his forehead against hers while combing her brown hair with his free hand. "I can be a fool at times. I do not wish to burden you with such troubles, so I will try to heed your words."
Lysandra huffed out a small laugh. "Yes, you can be," she closed her eyes enjoying his caresses. "Thank you. That's all I can ask," Lysandra brought him into a close embrace. "You are a giant fool. But, it's one of the many reasons why I love you."
Amused, Kratos breathed out a small laugh himself, "Is that so?"
Lysandra nodded "Yes." she poked his chest "Though, your foolishness can be more frustrating than endearing at times. I still haven't let go of the fact you had no idea how smitten I was with you till I kissed you. I was throwing myself at you forever!" She shook her head "It got to the point where I was jealous of your blades my love. They at least grabbed your attention!" puffed out another laugh "By the gods, even after I kissed you there was doubt that you understood my feelings. You seemed content just to spare and work."
The warrior smiled "Yes, but we are here now wife. Foolishness and all,"
"And I wouldn't trade it even for a spot on Mount Olympus." Lysandra said with a genuine expression. "Now, husband. I want to try something"
"What is it my love?"
"Well, since we both agree you are a fool. I want to make sure my breath isn't wasted. Let's try it your way, pick up your weapon," she gestured to his spear. "A few blows should do the trick."
Kratos smirked hearing those words, since a good fight was what he had been craving all today. However, to his surprise Lysandra went over to the rack and picked up a shield which made Kratos raise an eyebrow. Noticing this Lysandra smirked at his perplexed expression "I do not need spear nor a sword to deal a fatal blow," she said smoothing out her clothes.
"We will see wife," Kratos picked up his spear and got into a fighting stance. Lysandra joined him with a same serious expression.
"My love be prepared to admit defeat," his wife called out across the arena, but Kratos chose to just ignore her. In battle his focus was purely in the moment.
The one who made the first move was Kratos, who began by lunging at Lysandra with his spear. His movement was slower than his wife, whom was quick to dodge but contained enough force to knock her on her ass if hit. Lysandra kept her guard up as Kratos circled around her in a trained rhythm. Lysandra would bash her shield against the warrior to beckon him away anytime he came to close. Kratos yanked his spear in her direction trying to get past her defenses. It didn't take long for the couple to become drenched in sweat and breathing hard. This was the sign that warm up phase was over, and it was time to attack in a more serious nature. The spartan did not let up with his attacks, grazing her skin and leaving beads of blood to swell. Sensing real danger Lysandra held her shield close to her stomach in an usual manner. The spear clang hard enough against the piece of metal that Kratos could feel the strong vibrations in his arm. He brought his hand back ready to strike again.
"I'm pregnant," and with those words he froze mid attack. Lysandra took this chance to used his unbalanced body weight against him by kicking his feet out from under him. Kratos fell onto the ground hard, along with his spear, but the warrior didn't even try to catch himself. The words were ringing in his brain with no real meaning. Kratos picked himself off the ground, but looked up at her stunned.
"You are...:"
"Pregnant, yes." She said offering him a hand up. Kratos did not take it, but instead stared directly at her stomach. Lysandra couldn't help but feel shy under his stare. She wasn't sure how he would react, but she was hoping for a positive response.
"You were right wife" Kratos glanced in her direction "You hit me hard with that attack. Without a sword or spear, you've rendered me defeated." he admitted "But, by the gods I've never been this glad to be beaten"
Lysandra only smiled ear to ear. "It's the reason why I was so late. My urgent issue was me being sick all morning. It's been going on for a couple of weeks actually," she huffed out seeing her husband ready to argue that she should of told him. "You have more important tasks to worry over." she waved her hand dismissing his concerns "I thought it was something I ate anyway. So, I assumed it was the bread." she held up her finger still not allowing Kratos to get a say "Before you say a word, my bread isn't that bad. It's something you do to it. I swear." Lysandra rolled her eyes "But, after the healer had a good laugh at that. She asked me a few questions about the sickness...Then confirmed that the gods have blessed us with our first child"
The spartan came over to place a hand on her mid-section, and there it was, a small bump he never noticed before. He shouldn't be surprised by this news since they had been actively trying to have a child, but it still did. The idea of being a father was hitting him full force. Then it dawned on him that just moments ago he had just fought his pregnant wife. A deep scowl formed on his normally stern features.
"Wife, you should have not fought me then"
Lysandra smirked and poke his shoulder "I knew you wouldn't really hurt me. Plus, I know how you fight. Give me more credit husband. Our child is still safe"
"You forget, my love. I know how you fight too." Kratos sighed while still feeling her stomach "It could have ended badly" he then wrapped his arms around his wife. A new sense to protect them both coursed through his vines.
"It's fine Kratos. But, if it will make you feel better. I won't fight you again until the baby is born." she huffed a bit but smiled a happy smile was plastered on her face "My foolish husband. I can't wait for our foolish family to grow," she teased.
Kratos snapped out of the memory by hearing Calliope crying out. Atreus had pinned her arms, so the young spartan could no longer fight. She struggled hard against her brother but could not get out of his tight grip.
"Enough" He ordered and right away Atreus let go of his sister.
Kratos towered over Calliope who was panting on the ground. He crossed his arms feeling very unamused. There was a reason that this appeared to be so familiar to him.
"Πόσο καιρό?"
Atreus cocked his head as his sister expression turned into one of guilt. Calliope looked like she had gotten caught stealing dessert. The girl even placed her hands behind her back like she was hiding something.
"Η μαμά με διδάσκει από τότε που ήμουν πέντε," she admitted
"..Πέντε?"
"Lysandra" Kratos grabbed the bridge of his nose in disbelief "This entire time"
"Father, something the matter?" Atreus asked, concerned.
"It seems her mother had been training her without my knowledge. It's nothing to be concerned about boy"
"Oh. That's explains it. Huh, Calliope's mom must have been good at fighting too"
"Not good enough! The helspit lost me some coin" Brok grunted while tossing the bag onto his work bench
"Best hold your tongue dwarf." Kratos warned while still not taking his eyes off Calliope "She was as good as Faye"
"Aye, seems you got a thing for woman that can fight" Mimir teased
"Συγγνώμη! Η μαμά με έκανε να υποσχεθώ να μην το πω ... Όταν υποθέατε ότι θα έρθετε πίσω στο σπίτι θα έφευγα τελικά να σας δείξω ..."Calliope quickly wiped away a bead of sweat off her cheek.
Kratos crossed his arms, but did not feel angry at his daughter or his late wife. A bit annoyed by the sneaky behavior of Lysandra when he was away. Though knowing her he thought she'd be doing what she saw best for their child. In a way he was happy that Calliope knew some means of protecting herself.
"Έχετε ακόμα πολλά να μάθετε κόρη. Τώρα έλα. Come." He said, and beckoned his children away.
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Translations:
Δεν είστε έτοιμοι
(You are not ready)
Ελα
(Come)
Θέλω να πολεμήσω!
(I want to fight!)
Το σώμα σας είναι αδύναμο, μικρή μούσα
(Your body is weak, little muse)
Παρακαλώ, θέλω να σας δείξω κάτι!
(Please, I want to show you something!)
Όχι, Καλλιόπη. Αρκετά,
(No, Calliope. That is enough,)
Πατέρα, είναι πολύ σημαντικό. Θα είμαι εντάξει!
(Father, it's very important. I'll be okay!)
Καλλιόπη. Ξέρω ότι θέλετε να πολεμήσετε, αλλά δεν είναι καιρός.
(Calliope. I know you wish to fight, but this is not the time.)
Εμπιστέψου με! Δεν χρειάζεται να χρησιμοποιούμε τα μαχαίρια ... θέλω μόνο να σας δείξω κάτι
(Trust me! We don't have to use the daggers...I just want to show you something)
Έχω πει όχι, κόρη.
(I have said no, daughter.)
ΕΓΩ..
(I...)
Υπόσχομαι να ακούσω για τώρα. Απλά δεν έχω την ευκαιρία να σας δείξω πριν ...
(I promise to listen for now on. I just..didn't get a chance to show you before…)
Μόνο αυτή τη μικρή μούσα. Δεν θα κλαίει αν τραυματιστείς ούτε θα φωνάξουν μακριά από το αίμα στη μάχη. Η βία δεν είναι στη φύση σας, αλλά αφού το ζήτησες, οι συνέπειες θα σας πέσουν. Καταλαβαίνεις?
(Only this once little muse. You will not cry if you get hurt nor will shriek away from blood in battle. Violence is not in your nature, but since you have requested it the consequences will fall upon you. Do you understand?)
Πόσο καιρό?
(How long?)
Η μαμά με διδάσκει από τότε που ήμουν πέντε,
(Mom has been teaching me since I was five,)
..Πέντε?
(..Five?)
Συγγνώμη! Η μαμά με έκανε να υποσχεθώ να μην το πω ... Όταν υποθέατε ότι θα έρθετε πίσω στο σπίτι θα έφευγα τελικά να σας δείξω ...
(I'm sorry! Mom made me promise not to tell…When you were suppose to come back home I was finally going to get to show you...)
Έχετε ακόμα πολλά να μάθετε κόρη. Τώρα έλα.
(You still have a lot to learn daughter. Now, come.)