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(A/N: PLEASE NOTE THAT THEY ARE SPEAKING ANCIENT GREEK, BUT I A. PUTTING IT IN ENGLISH FOR YOU GUYS.)
(A/N: THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK, BUT I WANTED TO GIVE YOU GUYS AN UPDATE.)
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In Greece, a young man was strolling through the forest. Unknowingly, he was searching for something. He didn't know it yet, but it was someone, his other half, his soulmate.
The young dirty blonde male was barely sixteen and he was seen as a man, but he was a very important man. He was surrounded by men in silver armor and long, heavy swords, which each soldier stood with pride and radiated strength in.
The man was a prince, not just any prince. He was the next in line to be king of Athens, Greece, however, if he didn't find a potential queen he would have to give up the throne to his cousin, Alexander. The group continued trekking through the forest until a figure ran across the location of the local bakery, and into the arms of Caius causing the young man to gasp in surprise, and the person that ran into him drop a loaf of bread.
Immediately, the soldiers pushed the person from him and held their small body in the air just as two other guards from the crowd came to the front and drew their swords in sync.
As the men walked closer to the person being held in the air, their small body was lowered to the ground in a kneeling position. Raising their swords, they were about an inch from decapitating the figure until the young king stopped them. "Wait!" Caius commanded.
He pushed the soldiers aside as they all formed a crowd in front of him. "Put it down." He commanded, and the soldiers obeyed, however, an expression of confusion was written across their pale faces. Once Caius shoved the last soldier out of his way, the young man made it in front of the crowd in time to see one of the soldiers throwing the person on the forest ground. It's small, brown figure cradled into a fetus position against a tree. The familiar emotion of curiosity overtook the white man's mind, he had never seen a person of its color outside of the castle.
"My king, this peasant could be dangerous." The soldier practically spat in disgust.
Caius heard him, but he didn't care. "No." He whispers and walks closer to the figure, guards trailing behind him cautiously. The young man kneels next to the person's body and he could overhear them praying to the gods and goddesses to keep them from harm and take them somewhere safe. Fortunately for them, their prayers were being answered as they continued to speak.
