THE INSUPERABLE: Death and Decay

Part 1

It was a gruesomely warm morning, the sun was the biggest foe to the Athenian and Corinthian soldiers. Draining each man of the precious little energy they had left. Though the morning was tough for both sides, Corinth had the upper hand. Corinth had fewer men and were no match for the mighty Athenian army, but they did however have a secret weapon...

The Athenian and Corinthian soldiers showed no signs of retreat, both sides desperately fought for survival. The Athenians fought to regain the upper hand and the Corinthians soldiers fought to hold it. Through all the chaos, the blood, sweat, and filth littering the battlefield an imposter ran around frantically. The man did not seem to be a soldier, most soldiers were built sturdy and muscular, but this man however was shaped like a ball. He was short and plump and instead of carrying a sword he was grasping a bag filled with various types of poultice. He certainly did not move like a man of his shape, however. He zoomed through the battlefield dodging every sword and spear aimed his way. The man gave no notice to the soldiers attacking him, his mind was elsewhere. Almost like he was searching for something or someone.

"Kalib! Kalib, where are you?!" The man yelled with concern plastered over his face. His head turned left and right, like a dog that had just lost its bone. "Kalib?!" After some time of searching and running around frantically, the man reached the tent of the Corinthian king. "King Acis my lord," the man yelled as he entered the tent. Six spears appeared in front of the man's face almost immediately. "Who are you to enter the royal tent of king Acis the third you fat Malaka," The Corinthian general swore angrily. The man raised his hands, trembling profusely. "No, wait! My name is Acastus Agathangelou. I arrived here with the misthios you employed to help with the battle!"

The room grew silent for a while, the soldiers gripped their spears ever so tight not taking their eyes off the strange plump man. Suddenly the king's hand flew up signaling the men to lower their spears. "Ahh, you're the manservant, correct?" The king asked with a nasty smile. "Well I prefer the term caretaker or partner but sure something in those lines," Acastus said irritatedly. "So tell me manservant what brings you to my tent, should you not be polishing your master's boots or something?" the king chuckled. The soldiers in the tent also started laughing at the king's remark. "Hilarious my lord, a real gut-wrencher," Acastus rolled his eyes, "forgive my intrusion my lord but I can't seem to find my... master, I was wondering if my lord had seen him?" "Your master is dead fatso" the Corinthian General snorted. "Doubtful but please elaborate oh wise general," Acastus said sarcastically. "He ran towards the north side of the battlefield, to the Athenian side," the general exclaimed. "And that makes him dead because?" Acastus pretended to seem interested. "Well it's where most of the Athenians are fat one, you won't find any of our own there, he'll be surrounded by hundreds of Athenians, he's as good as dead, I guess you'll have to find another master to wank off," the general laughed seemingly very pleased with his words. The king and the other soldiers laughed just as hard. "He served his purpose manservant, the battle is almost ours and with him dead I don't need to pay him a single drachma," the king laughed rather maniacally.

Acastus remained silent for a moment desperately trying to hold back laughter and any sarcastic comments. "To the north you said?" Acastus asked, wearing a dead expression on his face. "Did you not hear me, you fat Malaka that's Athenian ter..." "Yes I heard you general, the north side is scary and filled with spooky Athenians, please just confirm my question so that I can be on my way!" Acastus interrupted, this time finding it harder not to speak his mind. The general remained silent, not believing his ears. "It is in fact to the north manservant, no doubt you wish to collect your master's corpse? Well, I shan't deny you of that, may Tyche be with you and I do hope Thanatos does not direct his gaze upon you," the king expressed, a look of doubt on his face. Acastus bowed, turned around, and walked towards the end of the tent. Before he could exit, the general stopped him. He extended his hand out towards Acastus offering him a single gold drachma. "For the ferryman," the general gave a menacing smirk. " Acastus did not say a word, he took the coin, nodded his head in appreciation, and left the tent.