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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 21, 2017 21:09:07 GMT
Not so much a fanfiction as snippets of Stelios' back story List of characters: Stelios Andromache Nereus Amara Bakchos (Stelios' friend, son of a politician) Miltiades (Stelios' friend, son of a marine) Captain Alexio Stefanos (a noble) Kambyses (Stefanos' son) Leonidas ( ) There are likely gonna be a few more characters that'll pop up as I go but this is the main cast. Also, there will most definitely be some historical inaccuracies and some topics that will be touched upon will be a bit dodgy but do bare in mind that all of this is taking place in an ancient society that, in some aspects at least, was radically different to our own. This is a work of fiction and does not hold any of my personal views just to be clear.
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 21, 2017 22:57:40 GMT
444 BC
"Hello there?" a young boy, no older than six, said as approached a girl of similar age as she sat outside her house, elbows pressed into her thighs as she rested her chin in hands. "Oh erm...hello," the girl nervously responded. "What'cha doin' sat out here by yourself?" the boy asked. "I messed up my sewing so mother got angry with me, she shouted and sent me outside," the girl looked very glum. "Ah well, that doesn't matter, you can come with us!" the boy beamed at her, gesturing to his two friends, one the same age, the other a little older. "N-no I can't, I'll get into more trouble," the girl declined. "Apollo has given us a sunny day so you should be happy and come play with us!" the boy wasn't taking no for an answer. "Why what are you playing? Boys just wanna play soldiers," the girl moaned. "We were gonna go fishing," the boy now brandished a small net tied to the end of a wooden pole, the eldest boy then showed the girl his fishing rod. "Oh. That does sound like fun. I like fishes," the girl raised a smile. "See!" the boy was beaming again, "you should come play with us. My father says that I am a gift from Poseidon so we should catch plenty of fish!" "Really!? A gift from Poseidon!?" the girl was amazed. "He never fails to catch something," the other boy added as the main boy posed heroically, his smile widening. "I...I guess I could...no, no I can't" the girl shook her head and looked down at the ground, disappointed. "It's okay, just say Poseidon told you to come!" the boy cried as he grabbed the girl's wrist and hauled her up onto her feet as he and the other two boys began to run off down the street and down towards the harbour.
As the boy had said, the sun was shining very brightly as it was a fine spring day. The sunlight glistened off the surface of the water, making it sparkle and shine. It was almost blinding. The city of Amhipolis was bustling with its usual buzz as people made their way to the markets to buy and exchange goods. The fires of the forges raged as the blacksmiths were hard at work. There were clouds of flour flooding forth from the bakeries and wood chippings and sawdust flew out the carpenter's workshop.
Down in the harbour, there were a few boats moared down there but only those that were still being built or needed repair. The rest of the boats that usually filled the beach were still out at sea, either on patrol, as they were warships, or fishing, trawling their huge nets through the Aegean.
The boys made their way down to the sea at the end of the pier, the main boy still enthusiastically dragging the girl behind him. A great big smile was still spread across his face as he ran full pelt, panting for breath. Eventually they came to the water and the boys set down their equipment. They had two small fishing nets, one rod and each was carrying a small bucket. A small rowing boat was waiting for them so they loaded their things into it and they all clambered in.
"Erm... do you guys even know how to row!?" the girl seemed a little panicked. "Yeh my dad's a marine and I've begun my training in becoming a seaman and a soldier," the eldest boy said as he picked up one of the paddles and started rowing. "My dad's a marine too," the main boy added, "so I'll be starting my training too!" he seemed very excited. "Oh...that's nice," the girl smiled at the pair, "and what are you gonna be when you grow up?" she turned to the other boy. "I'm gonna be a politician! Like my father!" he seemed very proud of the fact. "And you? What do you want to be?" the main boy asked the girl. "Oh well...I guess I'm going to be a good wife like my mother," the girl was smiling again. "Yeh I guess. My mother's like that, she fixes my father's armour and sharpens his spear when he comes home," the boy told her.
It wasn't long before they'd headed far enough out to cast their small nets. They didn't want to go too far out into the harbour as they might end up getting smashed to pieces by the bigger vessels. The boys all leant over the side and filled their buckets up with water to house any fish they caught. The eldest boy took a small pouch from his belt and opened it. It was full of worms and so he took one and placed on the hook at the end of his rod.
"Eww that's gross," the girl squirmed at the sight of the worm. "It's just a worm, how else are we supposed to catch fish?" the eldest boy said. "Whay hey! I got one!" the main boy cried as he hoisted up his net and inspected his catch. It was only a small fry but still, a catch was a catch. "Aww no fair! You always get one first!" the other boy sulked. "Hahaha that's cool," the girl smiled at the boy as he placed the fish in his bucket. "Here," the boy offered the net to the girl, "it's your turn!" he beamed at her. "Oh but..." she seemed hesitant. "Ah don't worry about it, it's easy," he encouraged her. "A-alright then," she sheepishly smiled as she took the net from him and placed it in the water, "I don't think I'm gonna be as good as you though." "No one's as good as him," the other boy mumbled under his breath, still sulking. "Hey I got one!" the girl exclaimed with delight a few moments later as she brought the net out of the water and inspected her catch. "Well done," the boy smiled at her, "put it in the bucket and we'll do it again!"
The water in the harbour was calm and clear which made it easy for them to see the fish, the hard part was catching them. There was a whole variety of species from the huge pragus ehrenbergi to the small mullus surmuletus. The day flew by, faster than the tide could ever possible hope to move. As the sun was setting, the rest of the ships came back into the harbour, their hard days work was done. The fishing boats hauled their precious cargo into the docks as the fishermen got to work unloading all the fish. The smell was horrendous but the promise of a pocket full of coin and a family with full bellies made the stench bearable. Next came the warships, back from patrol. The marines and sailors all disembarked and pushed the ships back onto the beach so that the wood wouldn't rot as the ships were left over night.
The boys also rowed their small boat back to the shore as to not get in the way of the other vessels. As they disembarked, they each picked up their buckets and compared each other's catches.
"Aww you got seven!" the other boy was still sulking as he looked into the boy and girl's bucket. "Argh you beat me again! I only got six," the older boy seemed rather disappointed. "So how many did you get then?" the girl inquisitively asked the other boy. "Three," he mumbled under his breath. "Well I'm sure you'll do better next time, I could help you!" the girl beamed at him. "No thanks, I don't need a girl's help!" the other boy's tone was quite harsh. The girl just took a step back as her expression turned to a dejected one as she stared down at the sand. "Aww don't be such a sore loser," the main boy teased his friend. "C'mon we'd better go, I can see our fathers," the eldest boy said as he gestured over at two heavily armoured men marching through the harbour.
The group of children emptied their buckets back into the sea, setting the fish free before they chased after the two soldiers, giggling and laughing as they did so. The main boy was the fastest as he ran ahead of the rest and jumped at the back of one of the soldiers, tapping the back of their helmet with his pole.
"What the!?" the soldier looked around confused, "ah my son!" a smile came to his face, "been fishing have you?" "Yes father," the boy beamed back, "I caught seven!" "Seven! My goodness! Poseidon will be pleased with your impressive ability!" the man seemed very chuffed indeed. "Hey I helped you know!" the girl came running up, rather cross at the boy. "Oh yeh...she helped, I taught her to fish," the boy rubbed the back of his head. "Oh?" the man seemed a little surprised as he looked down at the girl. "We'd best get these kids home eh Nereus?" the other soldier remarked. "Right you are Pelagios," Nereus replied, "I'll take my son and his new friend then," he looked back down at the girl, smiling at her. "Alright, you two boys come with me," Pelagios gestured to the two other boys to follow him.
The boy walked home with the girl and his father. As they approached the girl's house, her mother came bursting out the door. Her arms were flailing about all over the place as she ranted at the poor girl, the woman was absolutely livid. The little girl just shuffled her feet as she looked down at the ground, her arms by her sides.
"Hey don't shout at her!" the boy angrily shouted as he stepped forward before he suddenly realised what he'd done, "w-well I mean...it was my fault really. I dragged her off with us to go fishing," the boy at least looked sorry for his actions. "So that's what happened?" Nereus didn't seem too impressed, "I am sorry about this m'am," he nodded at the woman, "in future son, ask for permission first," he turned to the boy. "Hmph there won't be a next time," the woman practically growled at the boy, "right young lady! Inside!" the lady scolded as she turned and headed back inside.
Nereus turned away and began to walk but the boy stayed behind a little while as the girl was still stood on the doorstep.
"Sorry about all that," the boy apologised. "It's alright," the girl quietly replied. "Did you have fun?" "Yeh," the girl smiled "So you'll come with us next time?" "I don't know about that. My mother said I couldn't," the girl's expression saddened again. "That's okay, it'll be my fault again!" the boy beamed at her, making her smile once more. "A-alright, I'll come," the smile was still there. "Cool!" the boy cried excitedly, "I'm Stelios by the way and the other two are Bakchos and Miltiades. Bakchos is the crybaby," young Stelios laughed, "what's your name?"
"Amara."
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 22, 2017 14:46:37 GMT
Aww, Stelios before he became Olem 😄 I'm thinking of doing a dirty fan fiction between Zeus and Poseidon btw 😄
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 22, 2017 15:04:50 GMT
ah well you see these are all the reasons why he's not Olem ;P erm...okay? ?? if you really want to I guess
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 22, 2017 15:24:02 GMT
You sure? Next I know you'll be in a weird relationship with Sophia 😄
Nah, just wanted to see your reaction 😄
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 22, 2017 15:45:17 GMT
hahahaha no, just no, that would be way too weird hahaha
alright then
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 22, 2017 22:25:47 GMT
438 BC
Grey clouds rolled over the bay of Amphipolis as the rays of sunshine were blocked out, struggling to stream through the gaps in the cloud cover. The waves crashed against the beach in a rather violent manner as the wind picked up, swirling the waters of the Aegean around, turning it from a glistening blue to a murky grey. In the distance, the boats that were rowing back into the harbour were being fiercely tossed about by the sea.
Amara was sat on the doorstep to her house. She was holding a small wooden embroidery hoop with a piece of cloth already placed in it as she worked on a piece. Her expression was calm as she concentrated on her task, she seemed quite focused in maintaining its perfection. She shook her head as the wind started to sweep through her hair, vigorously blowing it about. Looking up at the sky, she could see the incoming clouds as the sun's light faded. Evening was drawing in and the temperature was dropping. A darker shadow was suddenly cast upon her.
"You still working on that thing?" Stelios remarked as he walked up to Amara, Miltiades accompannying him. "Yes. I want it to be just right. I actually like this piece you know," Amara retorted with a slight smug smirk. "Fair enough," Stelios shrugged. "You guys just finished your exercises for the day?" Amara gestured at the pairs' weapons. "Yeh, kicked this guys butt!" Stelios proudly proclaimed, pointing back at Miltiades with his thumb. "Nah I was just having an off day," Miltiades tried to deflect the comment. "You must have an off day everyday then," Stelios chuckled but Miltiades just scowled at him. "Is there anything you aren't good at Stelios?" Amara asked but was seemingly mocking him. "No," Stelios beamed, "I'm the best! You'll see, I'm gonna become a legend! Like Achilles or Heracles! Better even!" he deepened his voice and posed heroically, brandishing his spear. "You're mad," Amara just laughed as she shook her head and threaded her needle through the cloth a few more times. "Hey, I'm gonna be right there with you, ahead of you," Miltiades confidently boasted. "Not if you don't improve in training," Stelios playfully raised an eyebrow at him, "you're never gonna beat me," a smug smile spread across Stelios' face.
Just then, the door to Amara's house swung open and two men and another young boy, a little older than Stelios, walked out.
"Well I'm glad we were able to come to an agreement my Lord," one of the men humbled himself before the other, making sure his head was lower. "Hmm indeed," the man didn't even look at the other man as he was speaking to him. "If there is anything else you need Lord Stefanos..." the humble man began. "Yes yes, I will be sure to visit again," Stefanos abruptly interrupted, he seemed a little disgruntled as he shot a sharp glance at Amara, "come Kambyses!" he called to the boy as he marched off. "Y-yes father," the boy replied as quickly hastened after Stefanos, trying his best to avoid the cold stares from Stelios and Miltiades.
The other man warmly smiled down at Amara and she smiled back as equally affectionately. The man was her father and as she was his only child her treated her like a princess despite there common standing in life. He then greeted the two boys before returning to the house.
"Man I hate nobles," Miltiades snarled, "so far up themselves, believing that their better than us, you know, I'd make a better cavalryman than Kambyses! I've seen him ride, he's useless!" "Nah, his father wants him to become a politician like Bakchos," Stelios replied, seemingly not bothered by the nobles. "How'd you know that!?" Amara was taken by surprise. "I spoke to him once," Stelios casually responded. "And you remembered all that!?" Miltiades was also surprised. "That's not a lot to remember; politician, easy," Stelios shrugged, puzzled as to why it was a big deal to them. "Meh whatever, it's weird and I don't care that much about nobles," Miltiades scoffed. "Kambyses isn't that bad, it's his father who's scary," Amara looked down the street towards where the two had walked. "Well he's one of the head politicians my father says," Stelios said, "not a bad leader, a bit hard sometimes though, I can kinda see that, he is kinda scary," he admitted. "I didn't think anything scared you Stelios," Amara teased. "Well, not for me personally," Stelios confidently smirked. "Yeh yeh we get it, you're tough, anyways I need to head home now so I'll see you guys tomorrow," Miltiades said as he nodded at each of them before making his way home.
The sun had fully set by now and the harbour was no longer bustling. The fishermen had unloaded their cargo and had already carted the fish off to be stored before being sold at the market tomorrow. The warships were once again parked on the beach and the sailors and marines had headed home. The sky rumbled but ther ewas still no sign of rain, the sky just remained dull as the night drew in.
"So...am I gonna see you later tonight?" Stelios asked. "Erm...I don't think we should be doing this anymore," Amara's face was carved by disappointment, "my mother's starting to get suspicious that something's up," she sighed, "and now there's Kambyses." "What about Kambyses?" Stelios was quite puzzled. "Well it's got to do with why he and his father were here tonight," Amara began to explain. "Yeh why were they here?" Stelios was starting to feel worried as he suspected what her answer would be.
"I've been arranged to marry Kambyses."
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 25, 2017 20:37:19 GMT
437 BC
There was a sharp knock on Nereus' door, quite early in the morning as the mist was still yet to clear and the sky was still a murky grey. Nereus groggily stumbled down the stairs before opening the door. There, stood before him, was the commanding figure of Stefanos, dressed in his finest and looking quite spritely for so early in the morning.
"Stefanos!?" Nereus was indeed surprised by the visit, "what are you doing here so early!?" "May I enter?" Stefanos' tone was sharp and cold. "Erm yes yes, come in," Nereus ushered the superior man in, not daring to refuse him. "Is your son here?" Stefanos spoke with authority. "No he's still up at the training camp, why? What is this about?" Nereus was quite perplexed. "I'm here to make a few things known to you and to convey my sentiments," Stefanos seemed angry. "Nereus? What's going on down there? Who is it?" Andromache asked as she now came down the stairs. "Oh it's nothing to worry about dear, I..." Nereus was cut off by Andromache's entrance. "Ah. Stefanos," she did not seemed pleased to see him. "Andromache," Stefanos nodded at her in greeting. "What do you want," Andromache's tone was very sharp and abrupt, barely giving Stefanos time to speak. "He says it's about Stelios," Nereus turned to her. "Yes indeed," Stefanos seemed to ponder on this thoughts for a moment, "as you know it has been arranged for my son, Kambyses, to marry Efstathios' daughter, Amara," he began to explain. "What does that have to do with my son!?" Andromache was still just as abrupt. "I'm getting to that," Stefanos snapped back at her, "your son Stelios has been seen many times out cavorting with the young Amara and if I do say so myself, it's highly suspicious. Why, my son informs me that Captain Alexio has had to discipline him many times for leaving the camp without permission and gallivanting off with her. Not me nor my son will be dishonoured and disgraced by her and your son's actions! I am not entirely happy with my son's insistence that Amara be his wife but I will not see him or me be made to look like fools!" Stefanos was very stern. "But they're merely childhood friends Stefanos, completely inno..." Nereus tried to assure him. "You dare accuse my son of having an affair with your son's fiance!?" Andromache cut her husband off, she was incensed. "I accuse him of nothing!" Stefanos met Andromache's tone, "I am simply laying down the facts and issue a fair warning for your son to stay away from my future daughter in law." "Well you needn't bother! My son is not a dishonourable man," Andromache steeled herself, "now if you have nothing more to say, get out of my house!" the fiery woman practically spat fire as she growled her words at Stefanos. "Just be sure you tell Stelios to watch himself," Stefanos gave Andromache a harsh look as he exited.
Andromache let out a heavy sigh and flopped down into a chair, her hand resting on her brow. Nereus squatted down beside her and took her hand, looking at her with gentle eyes.
"Do not fret my dear," he reassured her, "out son will be fine." "You know Stefanos will not rest until he is fully satisfied and we can't keep an eye on Stelios all the time, Hades, the army can't even do that!" Andromache seemd to getting all worked up. "Stelios is no simpleton my love, he won't do anything to invoke Stefanos' wrath. Besides, Stelios is a gift from Poseidon! To insult our son is insult the earthshaker himself! Not even Stefanos can stand up to the sea god," Nereus rose to his feet as he spoke, proclaiming his words in an utmost proud manner.
Andromache just looked up at her husband and smiled. Even if Nereus was wrong about it being Poseidon Stefanos should watch out for, she took comfort in the fact that she believed Stelios was watched over by the gods, Ares to be precise. She nodded in satisfaction as she rose from her chair and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast before Nereus had to leave for the day.
Just outside of the city walls, up on a hill, was a large encampment, full of tents tha tswayed in the early morning breeze as the sun began to fully rise and the sky turned from grey to its usual crisp blue.
"Alright roll call gentlemen! Get up! Get out of that tent! We got a whole days worth of training you slackers! Up and at 'em gents! C'mon! You wanna be a marine get on up!" Captain Alexio marched through the camp, bellowing out his orders as he passed each tent and bashed on it, disturbing its occupants, "Stelios! Miltiades!" he shouted as he got to their tent and hit it.
Still in a bit of a sleepy daze, Miltiades rolled out of the tent, his tunic half on. He stumbled to his feet, sorting out his clothing as he reached back inside the tent and pulled out his sandals, fastening them on.
"Miltiades?" Captain Alexio approached him, "Where is Stelios?" "I don't know sir, he was there when I went to sleep last night," Miltiades shrugged. "What do you mean you don't know!?" Alexio cried, "and stand up strait man!" "Yes sir," Miltiades jolted to attention. "So he's gone...again?" Alexio did not look impressed. "Yes sir, must have slipped out during the night," Miltiades sighed. "Gods damn that boy," Alexio grumbled.
On the other side of the city, just outside the wall, Stelios and Amara ran across the rolling hills of southern Thrace. They stopped on top of a particular hill that overlooked Amphipolis' harbour. The sun was now shining down over the bay, illuminating the entire city and the surrounding countryside. The water sparkeled and shined as it glistend, almost blinding. From on top of the hill the pair could hear the hustle and bustle of everyone else down in the harbour as they prepared to head out to sea for another hard days labour.
They sat down, loving the feel of the tall grass against their bare legs, soaking up the early summer sun as it warmed their skin. The view was quite spectacular; on their right was the city and its busy harbor. Out on the Aegean sea, the large fishing boats were just starting to sail off as the crews prepared to cast their nets . On their left were rows of pine trees, situated on the opposite shore to the city. Amara reached into her sack and pulled out a piece of cloth and a small embroidery hoop with a whole host of different coloured threads. It was a perfect day for her to continue with her little project.
"How have you not finished that yet!?" Stelios teased her. "I keep telling you, I want it to be perfect," Amara smiled out over the view as she started to sew. "Surely though after all these years it'd be finished!?" Stelios raised a playful eyebrow at her. "You can't rush perfection," Amara kept her concentration on her sewing but quickly turned to face Stelios and mockingly stick her tongue out at him. Stelios just chuckled to himself before he shuffled closer to Amara, peering over her shoulder at the piece of cloth, "it's quite accurate," he remarked as he glanced between the cloth and the view. "I know it is," Amara proclaimed with a smug smile before the pair started laughing.
The morning seemed to whiz by as they remained on top of the hill, talking and joking as Amara continued her sewing. The day stayed as beautiful and stunning as Aphrodite herself, Apollo gracing Thrace with enamoring glow of the sun. Stelios lay back onto the soft grass, his hands locked behind his head.
"It'll be the height of summer soon," Amara commented, still concentrating on her work. "Yeh I guess it will be," Stelios shrugged, not really taking much notice of the fact. "Well...does that mean you're going to be off fighting?" Amara stopped sewing and looked over at Stelios, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "What? No," Stelios sat up and faced Amara, placing a comforting hand on her arm, stroking her gently "I won't be eligible to fight for another few years," he assured her. "Oh, good," Amara smiled so delightedly at him before turning back to her work, "it's a good job anyway," she smiled mischievously to herself. "Yeh? How so?" Stelios raised an eyebrow. "Cause you're not as good a soldier as you think you are," Amara teased him, smiling playfully over at Stelios. "Oh aren't I?" Stelios retorted as he jumped across at her and began tickling her by her sides.
Amara burst out into laughter as she dropped the embroidery hoop and she squirmed underneath Stelios as he tickled her. He too was laughing as they frolicked about. After a few moments the laughter stopped and the young lovers stared at each other intensely. Stelios started to lean in, only going ninety percent of the way.
"You know..." Amara paused, "I am getting married tomorrow," she looked very apologetic as she said this and moved her head away from Stelios'. Stelios sat back up, relinquishing his hands from her. He sighed, feeling very dejected. Looking out over the bay once more, Stelios took in a deep breath before he turned back to Amara. "Is this a farewell then?" he grumbled, sadness set in his voice and expression. "No...I don't know, maybe," Amara looked pained as she responded, "I don't know how my married life will be and all I want to be is a good wife," she confessed. "Even if you'll be unhappy? Kambyses doesn't deserve you," Stelios was still feeling unsettled. "He's not so bad, I believe he actually loves me," Amara tried to convince herself. "Even if he's not all bad, you still deserve a better man than him," Stelios gave her a sincere look. "That man being you?" Amara half teased him. "Well...," Stelios leaned back towards her, "I am pretty good," he smirked.
The pair chuckled for a moment before resting their foreheads together, closing their eyes and breathing deeply.
"You know how much I care for you," Stelios whispered. "I know, but neither of us have a choice in this matter," Amara sat back and looked at Stelios with slightly watery eyes, "there are just some things you can't control." "I know that but..." Stelios looked up at her as if a lightbulb suddenly lit up in his mind, "well I'm a gift from Poseidon!" he jumped up, hands on his hip in a heroic pose, "you wouldn't refuse a gift from Poseidon now would you? He wouldn't be very pleased with you if you did," he playfully smiled down at Amara. Amara laughed, "maybe, but first you have to prove that you are worthy of me," she emphasised the pronouns. "What!?" Stelios was taken aback. "Let's see," Amara got to her feet, "you claim to be such a great warrior, show me, show me how to fight," she looked around um-ing and ah-ing before she found a couple of sticks and handed one to Stelios. "You want me to teach you swordplay!?" Stelios was stunned. "Yeh," she smiled confidently at him, "you scared I'll beat you or something?" she teased.
"Hahaha not at all, alright then, bring it!"
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 27, 2017 20:23:24 GMT
432 BC
The sun slowly set over the bay and over the military camp just outside the city. The sky was coloured blue and pink in a marble effect as the last few beams from the golden sun shone through the retreating clouds. The breeze had picked up into an evening wind, ushering the ships back into the harbour. The banners on top of the soldiers' tents fluttered about, the soldiers themselves settling down after another hard days training. They sat down beside a roaring fire as they dived in to their meal; some fish and flatbread with a few olives and olive oil.
"Here you go lads, eat up," Miltiades handed a bowl of food to Stelios and Bakchos. "Aww thanks mate, I am starving," Bakchos smiled with dleight at the meal. "Well, it's official, we are now soldiers," Stelios announced triumphantly. "Yeh, I had to wait a full year for you two to come of age," Miltiades jokingly mocked the pair. "Hmm...well...my furfer sid dut id'd be gud for mm polililal career *gulp* to join the army and make a name for myself," Bakchos spat fish and bread everywhere before swallowing. "For someone brought up so high and mighty you don't half eat like a pig lad," Miltiades raised an eyebrow at him. "I was not brought up high and mighty!" Bakchos almost seemed offended, "my family's actually quite poor to be going into politics but here we are," he shrugged. "Well...I was always destined for the military," Stelios said as he reached into a small pounch on his belt and placed a golden ring on the third finger of his right hand. "Hey where'd you get that!? That's pretty fancy," Militades noticed the ring. "My father gave it to me, now that I'm old enough to have it. He had it made just before I was born, see the insignia? It's a symbol of Poseidon," Stelios told them. "Still believe you're a gift from Poseidon?" Bakchos teased him. "What does your father think of you joining the army and not the navy? Can't imagine he'd approve of that," Miltiades commented. "No he seemed fine with it strangely enough," Stelios did seem a little puzzled, "guess military is enough, doesn't matter which," he shrugged.
The evening soon rolled in to night as the soldiers finished up their meals and set about cleaning the camp up before it would soon be time to retire.
"Alright boys! Start thinking about getting some rest you hear! More training tomorrow! You boys are gonna find out what it really means to be men! No go on, off with you!" Captain Alexio bellowed out his orders.
The camp suddenly came to life as the men bustled about putting out most of the fires but not all as light was still needed for the patrols and the nightwatchmen. Stelios looked around, seeing who would be on guard tonight before turning his attention to seeing where Alexio was.
"Oi oi, what you up to?" Miltiades asked as if he already knew the answer. "Oh erm nothing," Stelios gave a smile like he was up to no good. "Sneaking out to visit your lady friend again are we? Have the scars on your back even healed up yet?" Miltiades raised an eyebrow at Stelios. "Yeh, I mean, after the last time Alexio caught you sneaking back in, I thought he was going to execute you," Bakchos chuckled. "Nah I'll be fine, besides, I'm the best," Stelios confidently smiled, "Alexio's not gonna kill his best soldier. Ten lashes? No problem," his demeanour became very arrogant. "Worth it is it?" Miltiades sarcastically remarked. Stelios smugly nodded in reply. "And how are things going with Amara? How does it feel banging another man's wife?" Bakchos was a lot more serious now. "Aye, and then there's the kid to consider," Miltiades added. "Look, everything's fine," Stelios tried to assure them, "no one's suspicious of anything, it's not like we make it obvious, I mean, we don't even see each other during the day, I'm here training." "But what about Kambyses?" Miltiades asked. "What about him?" Stelios replied, "he's got his son out of her, he no longer has any interest in her, he only ever intended to marry Amara as a trophy wife, he spends his time shagging the maids and servant girls," Stelios' brow furrowed as he scowled at the thought of Kambyses. "Are you entirely certain that young Leonidas is Kambyses' son?" Bakchos queried. "What do you mean?" Stelios seemed to miss the point. "Well...he's the right age now isn't he? Plus you and Amara were fooling about before she got married and still continued even after the wedding! You sure it wasn't you she spent the wedding night with?" Miltiades was getting concerned. "Oh don't be ridiculous guys," Stelios dismissed their speculations,
"Leonidas can't be my son...can he?"
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 27, 2017 21:27:58 GMT
Dat angst backstory 😄 no wonder hes so protective of Sophia
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 27, 2017 21:28:38 GMT
mate, the angst hasn't even begun
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 28, 2017 9:52:48 GMT
Oh god...
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 28, 2017 12:00:38 GMT
Oh gods ;P
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