Prologue
The Thermopylae pass 13th of August 480 B.C.
The Thermopylae pass 13th of August 480 B.C.
The third day of battle
Morning
It had been over an hour since daybreak. The crimson-coloured sky slowly gave way to a more blue tone. It was the the beginning of the third day that the Spartans had held the pass. The whole might of the persian army who numbered in hundreds of thousands stopped by about 300 Spartans and 4000 greek allies. The air was heavy with the stench of rotting corpses and drying blood. Two crows were fighting for an eyeball of a persian grunt's head which had been cut off from his body when suddenly they took to the skies leaving their catch behind. The young spartan Euklies who was on guard duty that morning was running to King Leonidas while trying not to step on the bodies of the dead for it was said to attract bad luck. Most Spartans laughed at Euklies superstitions saying that the only thing a real Spartan has to fear is a coward's death. "One can never be too careful" thought the young warrior as the closer he progressed to the Laconian camp the more corpses he had to dodge. Finally he arrived at the King's tent. He ran right inside ignoring the guards. The King was sitting on the ground inside surronded by maybe a dozen men. It seemed he intruded on a war council. With swiftness Euklies kneeled. Trying hard to catch his breath and gasping for air he said:
- The Phocians have not sent a messenger.
The Kings face showed no emotion. He looked at Dermios probably the oldest spartan in the pass.
- The path is taken - said the battle-hardended veteran.
- As we thought... - replied the King.
- They probably surrendered or ran away at the first sight of the Persians. Damn Phocian cowards if only we... -Conlides heir to a very rich Spartan noble who died a few months earlier stopped in midsentence because the King was staring at him with scolding eyes.
- This was to be foreseen that the persians would find the route around the pass. We were lucky that it took them 2 whole days during which we have managed to give Hades whole armies of ghosts. But our time is up. Today we take our final stand. We do as was planned...
The council ordered that all the greek soldiers are to withdraw except for the 300 Spartans who had taken a pledge to fight to the death and to give the withdrawing soldiers time. Also Demophilus general of the Thespians ordered 700 of his men to stay saying "We have fought together and we Thespians shall share glory with the Spartans". King Leonidas remarked "All we shall share is death but I welcome you to it".
At dawn the persians had begun their advance . The battle was fierce and bloody. For every downed Spartan five Persians fell. Despite the immortals arriving from the rear the Spartans lost nothing of their fury. They fought until their spears broke and then they hacked away with short swords. King Leonidas stood backed across a mountain of persian bodies. The persians gutted him with a spear but before succumbing to Hade's hold he managed to cut down two persians with a final sword strike. Dermio's body was full of arrows while general Dempphilus fell with his Thespians while fighting the elite immortals. Finally a handful of Spartans remained among them was Euklies and Conlides. Backed against a wall with only short swords they were preparing for a last charge at the despot's army. But before they could begin they heard a sound like the wind delicately blowing. When the Spartans looked up into the sky a rain of arrows fell from the sky ending their stand. Surrounded by the corpses of their brothers in arms Euklies and Conlides lay bleeding on the ground with bodies pierced by arrows, each breath bringing them closure to death's hand.
- All this... for what???... we don't even die... on Laconian... soil at home- Conlides said with a snear throwing up blood all over his chin as the life in his body vanished.
Euklies was just next to him. He had lost all control of his body but heard Conlide's dying words. Unable to move his head he was staring down into the ground. His body was ridden with arrows. Every new breath he took hurt more than the last one. Euklies saw his blood gently flowing on the dirt. He thought to himself as he inhaled his final breath "You are wrong, my blood drips on home soil because Greece... is my home..."
Leonidas at Thermopylae 480 B.C.
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