Back In The Past

Enemy Or Ally?

If i think about one word to describe the situation right now, that is certainly strange. Shocking. After waking up from the deep slumber that i was put in thanks to that golden apple, i find myself in a cell.

The strange thing? Is that this isn't normal. Everything is so... ancient. Made of cobblestones and wood, aside from the cells. Those are normal. Not to talk about the clothes i'm wearing, which is basically only a white made up t-shirt with a lower towel to cover my lower body.

The sun is glistening through the cell bars, and my back is leaning on the wall made of stone, eyes set down, and my mind deep in thought. For a moment, my eyes catch my left hand, which shows a small vertical scar where i've had the golden apple.

I didn't know golden apples were so bad.

Jokes aside, this feels like a dream. I can hear some conversation between people outside, and they are all talking a language unknown to me. But one that seems very close to greek.

One thing is that the one who was watching over me was a soldier. A warrior, one that looked exactly like those straight out from the war movies. For example, Troy or 300. He had a metal armor with a helmet covering his head and face fully, aside from his nose and eyes. He sputtered out a few words i didn't recognize, and then he walked away, probably to inform his superiors.

I would've laughed and said good cosplay, but this didn't seem like a cosplay. It felt real. And serious.

Suddenly, the sound of doors opening can be heard, and this makes me stand up, humming slightly while looking through the bar cells. Suddenly, the sight in front of me is both beautiful and chilling.

A beautiful girl, who i suspect is around my age, if not a little more, is in front of me. She's wearing an armor and helmet, with grey, stormy eyes gazing at me like i'm something... interesting. She has tanned skin and a slender, athletic body. She has long honey-blond hair set in perfect princess curls in a way that reminds me perfectly of Cinderella.

Her eyes are set like stone, hardened, and on guard, expecting the worst. It's like only they tell a story. Of what type? I can't tell. She has this vibe around her, one that might look... cold? No. Maybe detached. One that tells wisdom, high intelligence, pride, and even... books?

And soon, she starts to speak.

"ποιος είσαι ξένε?" She speaks up, the spear on her hands suddenly up, pointing right at me.

I don't understand a thing about her words, and yet, to not risk my life, i raise my hands up fastly, my eyes widening, as anxious sweat starts to come from me. One thing that i already know is not to mess with someone who has a real weapon.

"I-I'm a friend!" I call out, but my words make her stop and look at me like i've suddenly grown a second head.

"τι είπες μόλις?" She asks, tilting her head slightly. Her looks show clear confusion, and even the soldiers behind her are confused by my words.

I breathe out, while my mind suddenly starts to spin and... hurt. Hurt in many ways. I grunt and touch my head, closing my eyes shut tightly, kneeling down for a moment. I can't hear a thing, but by opening one eye, i see the girl knelt down in front of me, looking at me both... worried and wary. She doesn't make a move.

And suddenly, everything stops. I hear a slight constant sound of interference, my head spinning and vision blurry. I pant out, my hands leaving my head while hearing vaguely her voice again. But it's not still clear enough.