A long time ago in the great lands of ancient Greece, presided a City-Estate known as Sparta. In Sparta, men were trained to be the toughest and most ruthless military force on the face of the earth at the time. To these Spartans, the greatest relief in battle was to be killed by a warrior that was better than them, for Spartans this was an honor, it was very hard to find another warriors of the Spartan fighting quality. Spartans were trained never to retreat and never surrender; in battles or to emotions, because it was considered a sign of ones weakness. For many people when they hear of Spartans or even about the Great Sparta City-estate, they think of the greatest warriors ever to live. Now, when these words echo into their ears, they think of one man, the man that could kill a god, the last Demigod.
Our Story begins on the summer coast of Greece with a small band of Spartan warriors walking in formation on a dry sandy beach along the Aegean coast line, led by a man named Spartugus. These warriors were not any typical Spartans; they were the top leaders in every aspect of warfare at their time. The king of Sparta at the time was at war with the Thebans and had very few soldiers to spare, so he gathered this group to handle a major disturbance in this town that was being menaced by unknown enemy. The king’s thoughts however, were that the Thebans might be trying to pull a ruse and take his attention of the war, and so Spartugus was sent to handle the problem.
As they arrive on the quite coastal village they noticed it was just a simple farmer village and was very distasteful. Building made out of the dark pine wood the bordered the edge of the forest, and weeds sprouted out through the beams of woods marking a path through the cent of the village giving it a almost abandoned look. The full moon arched over the mountains in the distance with its pale graceful light lighting up the path that lead to the town holding area where the peasants were gathered in a meeting. As the Spartans came within hearing distance they over heard the chatter of the recent events, a man’s child has wandered near the edge of the wood and disappeared without a trace few hours priors. The Last that was heard of him was a very short scream that broke like the snapping of a spear as if sword breaks through it with a cling. The peasant crowd came silent to a hush as the head of the group waved them down in the presence of Spartans.
“Spartans? What are Spartans doing here in the out skirts of Greece? Looking for trouble I presume? ” The Head Peasant asked.
“We were sent by King Lacedaemon to preserve the stability of the region and to put a stop to these disturbances.” Spoke Spartugus.
“We do not need help for this problem, for even we cannot tell you what is causing it.-
“Beats!” Interrupted a peasant, “They took my baby in the night of a full moon! They move without noise, like a shadow in the night, they can’t be found because they don’t want to be found.”
“SILENCE!” The head Peasant yelled. “We don’t know-
“But it’s true Negron!” Interrupted another peasant as the other peasants nodded with mumbles of agreement.
“Listen! Be quite all of you!” Spartugus said fiercely. “My men and I will solve this problem regardless of what they are. These beasts you say that move without a sound and cannot be seen will yell in bloody horror as I place my blade into its shadowed carcass.”
The whole mass of them went silent with fear as they looked Spartugus in his glowing eyes from the moons reflection which showed he meant every word he said. They never seen a Man with such determination, but I guess they forgot he was a Spartan.
“Now,” He said looking around very slowly, “Point my men and I in the direction where the boy went missing and I’ll meet these beast if they show.”
The mass moved back around the Village, Stopping at its edge just before the woods.
“I take it this is it?” Spartugus said sarcastically and the peasants nodded. “Alright,” he said looking across his men then back-
Suddenly Loud screams followed the breeze as it slide through the masses. Spartugus recognized those screams instantly, Death.
“With haste! Other Side of the Village, Move!” A few Spartans in the back were first to move.
Spartugus directed all the peasants to barricade themselves in the Town holding area; he was the last to get around to the area of the screams. As he came around the edge of the last Hut in the viewing distance he froze. A sudden unspartan feeling travelled through his body, Fear. Standing 20 feet away stood a massive creature covered with thick white fur which resembled a wolf like creature, but it stood upright like a man.
A voice in Spartugus’s head yelled “What In the name of Zeus!”
The origins of the screams came from a woman the creature picked up, below it was her dead husband. The creature carless of the warriors near it drove its almost 2 feet long claws into the women’s chest and drove its fangs, that were a half the length of the claws, into the women’s throat.
Spartugus was stunned, never before has he ever seen something of this nature. Spartugus along with all his men came completely frozen in shock. After a few long seconds his nerve returned
“ATTACK!” He ordered with a fury in his voice that could scare Hyades himself. Quickly his men reacted as they too regained their nerve and drew their swords to fight off the beast. The creature flung the dead bleeding women to the ground making a loud thump as it realized it was in danger, and dropped to all fours as it darted off into the woods. Spartugus without the slightest hesitation ordered his men to follow it quickly and do not lose sight of it.
As the chase commenced a few in the very front would yell out “There It Goes,” or “I can see it.” Spartugus being the well trained Spartan he was stayed within the mist of the group going at a calm speed keeping a wary eye on the surroundings. Although it was just a beast they were in pursuit of he never liked to be surprised by anything so he was cautious to be aware.
The groups speed began to slow down to a halt, and then some of the men in the front began to murmur nervously. Spartugus turning in a 360 angle, decided to walk to the front to find out what happened to their soon to be victim beast. It was dead silent almost as he walked to the front, only the sound of the gentle breeze brislings the leaves as it blew through. Then in a almost sneaky manor a soft crack of a fallen branch sounded in the cover of the thick trees. CRACK! It sounded again from another angle, instantly making the Spartans braced themselves in the direction of each noise.
Spartugus’ eyes began to wander the surround woods around him anxiously looking for some sign of the beast, as it soon became dead silent again. As his eyes slowly gazed over a fellow Spartan comrade as a swift of white blurred out of the corner of his eyes, when he jerked his head to locate the source of the white blur there was nothing to be found.
Then out from the opposite side of the white blur sight appear a massive shadowed figure, it hid in the shadows of the trees only to be revealed from the moonlit back ground which gave distinction to its shape and size. One frightening characteristic, was its eyes, Spartugus looked at them as they glowed red with the intensity of Greek fire and hunger of violence. The Spartans braced themselves at it, waiting for it to move, but it didn’t it just stood there staring into the Spartans souls
“For the love of Athena fight us you mindless beast!” Yelled a Spartan. “You cowardly wolf”- t hen from behind the Spartans broke out the roar of rage from another beast as it ripped its claws into the yelling Spartan followed by its fangs striking into his neck then flinging the instantly killed body into a nearby tree and pressing on the other Spartans. Spartugus quickly realized they have been lead into a trap and yelled “AMBUSH!!”
Split seconds after the surprise attack from behind their flank the other immobile monster swiftly charge the group as the soldiers were distracted by the other side. It quickly speared a nonobservant Spartan through his back, easily piercing his body armor, and then the body swiftly went limp as the monster tossed it aside to attack another off guard Spartan, collapsing him to his feet.
Spartugus along with two other Spartans managed to subdue its surprise attack only to be brushed aside by another monster that charged out of the woods tackling a Spartan closely behind them. Spartugus fell to his chest with his helmet coming over his eyes as it was finishing sliding off his head accompanied by his spear tumbling away as well as if it feared destruction itself. Spartugus got hit in such a way he was completely disorientated and oblivious to the new arriving wolf like monsters. Spartugus was at the mercy of newly intelligent beast and gave into his urge of unconsciousness.
It wasn’t many minutes later when at the yells of the last Spartan dying awoke Spartugus from his temporary sleepy spell. He rolled over to remove his hand that was jammed between his body and his shield trapped against the ground. He laid their on his back observing around him out of the corner of his eye that he was not the only one left alive. He flipped back over to rise himself slowly up from his knees keeping his head slightly tilted down as if looking at the ground but kept his eyes on the closest of the blood covered beasts the stood around him.
Then with a mockery face he placed on a darkly smile with a slight chuckle and drew his sword slowly placing it at his side, and stood there like a statue waiting for his enemy to make a move. He knew there was only one outcome of this fight and he was trained his whole life to make it the most historic moment of his life, and this moment would be his glorious death, not on some battlefield but by a godless creature that stood over the tallest man and had more wit’ than any philosopher in all Greece.
He quickly grew impatient with the edginess of possible death and spoke to the beast the stood starring him down, “Listen her you over grown dogs,” A few growled as if they understood him, “We know how this will turn out, So let us stop delaying it and ATTACK ME! Trust me; it is going to hurt you, a lot more than it is going to hurt me.” As his said his last words the beast in unison charged him, swiftly he turned back throwing a jab of his sword in to a beast that was on all fours charging him. Using his upper body strength he forced himself in the air over the collapsing beast and as he landed on his feet with his back facing a oncoming beast as he braced himself placing the sword backwards in both hands he slammed it backwards into the beast’ face as it tackled him into the air then his body flopping to the ground in a frenzy of rolls letting loose his words. His head smashed on the ground as he roughly came to a complete stop, and with a slow struggle for strength he began to raise himself off the ground smiling into the eyes of a oncoming bolder sized monster. Spartugus heard a foreign noise off to his side, a slight swish of a wire then right past the back of his neck over his shoulder flew a deadly positioned arrow that slammed into the forehead of the beast, blasting it backwards with such force that part of its head flung off as the two opposing forces met.
Soon a volley of single arrows came quickly out of the trees, unknown to the seeing eyes, towards the remaining beasts. One after another the beasts were struck down, and Spartugus fearing for his own life as the first arrow flew past his head dove fiercely to the ground.
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