Chapter XVII

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Artemis had risen the moon on this warm particular night. Alexi isolated himself in his room. He felt the warm breeze hug the entire room as it entered from the window. The drapes hanging on the window gracefully swayed back and forth from the breeze. There was only one candle that lit the whole room. Though the room wasn't bright enough to see everything in detail, the dimmed light and warm breeze brought peace and comfort to Alexi's mind. It's moments like these that will motivate him to write. He didn't write often but when he did, he was always in a peaceful mind. He looked at literature to be freeing. It makes one's mind focused which leads to creative thinking. He appreciated that side of writing which is why he would rather incorporate his creative freedom into his record-keeping.

Alexi moved towards his desk as he was in the mood to creatively write. There was papyrus and a reed pen along with ink already sitting on top of his desk, ready for him to use. He pulled the chair out to sit while looking at the blank papyrus as he moved his chair forward to be closer to the desk. Dipping the reed pen into the ink, he started.


At this point, as in others, the extensiveness of Andreas' mind led him to be a well-rounded peacekeeper. Though he fights, he knows when to conclude. Though he has learned to hate, he has accepted a soul to bind with his. Though he who has obeyed the rules, beliefs grasp priority over his trained mind. 

Though he is mighty, he is weak. And though he is barbarous, he is doting. His actions will show great strength, passion, and irrationalism while containing the ability to be grounded. With one look at his surroundings, anger will calm, and reason will take over. 

Ares has blessed him with strength and power but Aphrodite has blessed the Spartan with understanding and devotion. May the gods protect such a beautiful beast.


Alexi smiles at his words on the page. He spoke his truth. This record was not about how he felt about Andreas but stated facts about his persona. He believed this man deserved to leave with a factual biography as does anyone.

Satisfied with his literature, Alexi rose slowly from his seat and left all his writing supplies on the wooden desk, including the record.


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