The Spartans

You know there is little time so you walk over to you battle gear. you carefully put on you heavy armor and make sure it is connected right. Next comes your helment. You slowly tilt your head from side to side, popping you neck. All ready your adrenaline is starting to flow through your body. There has been stories going around the city the past few weeks of Olaous's army. Rumors of Minatours and other vicious beasts had been seen walking around its ranks.

You slowly look to your weapons. "i wonder if i will be able to drop a minatour?", you quietly mumble under your breath. You reach down and pick up your ever trustful sword. It had been passed down to you by your father and and saved you skin many times. You run you thumb across the blade and are not surprised when you cut yourself. "Never Dull". You then reach down and pick up your spear and shield ,standard weapons in the Spartan Army.

You walk over to the window in your room and look out at the city. People are running everywhere. Soldiers heading of to there legions and loved ones trying to say goodbye, knowing that there is a good chance this will be the last time they ever see them. You suddenly hear another knocking at your door. "What Now?". you go and open the door and there standing infront of you is a beautiful young woman. her long ,curly, blonde hair fell down to her shoulders and her blue eyes seemed to be teared up.