still going to be short but i hope its still good for those spartan lovers :)
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chapter 2:
Titus reached the royal palace. large pillars held the strong structure steady. The building stood high and mighty, Titus climbed each step as if they were mountains. When he reached the top, still gasping for air, he was greeted by cosmos condos the general of leigons - his fathers comrade.
He and several others dropped to their knees and unbuckled their iron tinted gold helmets fashioned to protect their skulls. They placed them infront and loomed forward steadying themselves with their muscular arms.
"sire" mumbled cosmos.
"what" said Titus shocked by the turn of events.
"your fathers reign has come to an end my lord. We have been awaiting your arival for many moons as you are his heir."
"when .... how?" Titus questioned still not believing what cosmos has said.
"A night ambush by the darkness"
"darkness..." Titus was familiar with the one of many enermies of sparta.
"did he run" Titus asked.
"no my lord... he died by the sword"
silence overlapped the two as none knew how to react to the news of their god like leader being slaughtered vunerably by a follower of darkness.
"sparta awaites your leadership as war is upon us.."
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Many years later, the endless blue sky streched for miles without a cloud in sight. Vulchers dived at rotting carcass. The scortching sun burnt the baron landscape. A small detachment of spartans walked across the deserted paths filled with crumbling rocks and loose dirt.
Titus strode infront leading his five hundred. He wore an iron helmet painted in a dull gold. It covered the whole of his head except his eyes and mouth. A piece of the helmet ran down his nose, protecting his soft subtle nose from danger.
Thick black hair reached from the top of the helmet streching to to the back tied into a horse tail. A long red cape was straped to his shoulders by leather straps tied into a brass clip, keeping it intact.
The cape dragged on the floor as he walked tearing the fabric at the bottom. His muscular body was exposed dripping with salty sweat. Black leather shorts protected and consealed his parts.
A mass of straps held his silver gilded sword in place, the sword was recently sharpened so that even a single touch could make you bleed insesently.
Gripped in his hand was a long spear with a jagged tip still stained with blood from his other battles. In his other hand was a circular shield thick with armour plates. He held it close to his thumping chest. His weak leather sandals sunk into and kicked up the dirt. The shin plates were dented and battered and the arm and wrist pads were scratched and scared.
"cosmos" yelled Titus.
"yes my lord" he replied walking beside him dressed in a similar way the only difference was the lack of helmet hair as that showed a leader or the most powerful which was not him.
"close the formation as we will enter the valley" "yes sire! close ranks!".
The five hundred walked through the valley of the shadows of death. they feared no evil and walked in silence.
