THE INSUPERABLE: a close betrayal

Part 8: reminiscing

The valley was quite the sight to behold, green fields with flowers of every variety scattered along the ground. The sun was setting from atop the mountain leaving the sky in a beautiful spectrum of color. Kalib and Acastus passed by a cliff overlooking the valley. "Just a moment my good man," Kalib dismounted his horse and walked towards the edge of the cliff. "Beautifull isn't it?" Acastus said, a peaceful look on his face. "I proposed to my first wife at a spot quite similar to this. I've traveled all across Greece, I saw the orchards of Athens and the meadows of Illyria, yet I always find myself returning to Sparta." Kalib's eyes wandered across the scene before him, "Your first wife, tell me about her," he asked, not moving his eyes from the valley. "Oh my sweet Althaia, she was in every way too perfect for me, she was as beautiful as Aphrodite herself, if not more. She could have loved any man yet she chose to love me, she was kind Misthios too kind," Acastus explained with great sadness in his voice. "How did it feel?" Kalib asked, "When she died?" Acastus paused for a moment, "Like my heart was ripped from my chest and left a gaping hole, a hole that in time grew smaller but never truly went away. She was everything to me Misthios, I shan't ever forget her," Acastus said wiping tears from his eyes. For a moment there was utter silence, the two simply stood there staring at the sunset. "Do you have anyone waiting for you back home, Misthios?" Kalib didn't reply, he wiped a hand across his face, and walked towards his horse. "Come Acastus best we be on our way," he said as he mounted his stallion.