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The Acropolis

Posted by ZeeAk - October 10th, 2007


Adelphos paced the stone steps of the mighty Acropolis. A single, might Spartan, his veteran war brother of several years, Belen, stood beside him, his hand hanging loosely on his sword hilt. These two men were part of the 10 men legion, ordered to guard the Acropolis. Adelphos and Belen, however, did not believe in the Greek Gods. To them, the Acropolis only stood as a testament to the might and power of Greece, nothing more.

Deacon held his sword tight, as he led a small raid, just over the Athenian border. A group of raiders had breached the Wall of Phaleron, and were besieging Phaleron. Deacon's right hand man, Eudor swung his axe down, catching a man right were the neck and shoulder met, with his weapon. The man screamed in pain, as the warrior stepped over the cringing man. Deacon looked back at his archers, stationed on a hill, roughly 30 metres from Deacon. Several arrows flew over his head, as he turned back, to watch the raiders rank up, inside a nearby house. The house was quite large, and Deacon didn't want to destroy it.

Deacon dropped from his horse, and grabbed his buckler. He led a task force of 5 men to the house, and lowered their shields. Another group of 10 mobile siege-men, carrying roughly 20 small, throwing axes each, a sword and two spears, followed behind them. One of the raiders ran forward, out of the house, and held his spear high. An ax spiralled through the air, striking the man's chest, as Deacon's forces moved forward.

The raiders burst from the house in a single moment, leaving only a small handful of men left to defend their leader, still holed up in the house. Deacon lowered his shield to the ground, as one of the raider's ran at him. Deacon angled the shield at the last moment, and the raider stepped on it, as the Thebian leader pushed the shield up. The raider's entire body flew up into the air, and Deacon caught him with his sword, as the victim dropped, and Deacon's sword went straight through him. Eudor stood next to Deacon, holding his shield still, as a wall. "Formation!" He yelled, and Deacon dropped back, in the centre of the wall, creating a small gap. Two siege-men fell behind Deacon, continuing to bombard the raiders.

Several minutes later, raider bodies littered the small space between Deacon's men and the house. The Greeks stood strong, still, while their shields had taken grievous hits. One of the Greek shields had been splintered, and one had been damaged beyond repair. Deacon readied another group of men to storm the house. He led these men to the front of the house, and had the rest of his siege-men surround the house. He lined his men up in two lines, creating a path up to the archers. The archers then formed into two long lines. Eudor stood at the front of the house, holding his battered shield. He looked back at his field commander. Deacon nodded.

"Charge!" Eudor yelled, as the siege-men threw an ax each into the house, before Eudor charged with his small group of men. The raiders had only a defence of 5 men. Eudor swung in a wide, horizontal arc, as his men charged forward, and slew the five men. One man was left standing, and surrendered.

Eudor dragged the man out of the house, grazing the raider's knees as he dragged him along. Deacon sat atop his horse once again, as his second-in-command dropped the pleading, bleeding man in front of him. "And you are?" He asked, sword held out. The raider looked up the sword blade, making eye contact with his captors. "Panos. I am Panos." Deacon nodded. "Rise, Panos."

"Tell me. Can you fight?" Panos and Deacon sat opposite each other, both on horses. Panos nodded. "I was trained, if that is what you mean, milord." Deacon nodded, in reply, eating a piece of hardened wheat. Panos looked at the commander. He was so relaxed, but ready to fight, at a moment's notice. Men like that usually thrived on war, blood and combat. Deacon was different. He was a leader, and a battle-hardened man. But, he knew what was like to live without war, to live as a warrior in great peace. He was a complicated man.

Adelphos stood again leaning on one of the huge stone pillars that supported the Acropolis. In the busy streets below, he watched people bathing in the public baths, mathematicians pacing, musicians playing their instruments, and people gathering, listening. Belen leaned also, though on a different pillar. He was phasing out, facing the inside of the Acropolis, where the people were gathering, making offerings, and blood sacrifices for their sins. Adelphos followed his friend's gaze. "Fools." He muttered, and walked over to the Acropolis door, holding his spear up, like a statue, the way he was trained. Belen followed him. His Athenian friend looked at him. "Why do we have these spears? They are weak, and not sharp, nor useful, or even used." Belen nodded. He had a point.

Deacon rode into the city, Panos still on the horse beside him, under 'official surveillance'. Eudor walked behind him, holding a spear, from a fallen raider, as was custom. Panos looked around him, unsteadily, as the Athenians eyed him, suspiciously. Several men reached under their cotton garbs, reveaing short swords, a sign of hostility in Athens.

Panos faced forward, as people begrudgingly moved off the streets. Deacon halted Panos, and his horse, and dismounted his own. He strode forward, as Eudor followed him. Deacon stopped several steps later, then turned to face his army. "A victory, indeed." He said. Eudor looked at him, expectantly. Deacon nodded, knowing his second-in-command's action. Panos began to sweat nervously, as slowly, drops of fluid rolled down his face and body. One of Deacon's men strode in front of Panos's horse, and lay his hand on the animal's muzzle. The animal neighed, and lay down, as if sleeping. Deacon drew his sword, and walked toward Panos, thrusting his blade underneath the raider's chin. "You will never take the Acropolis."

Panos smiled. "You know, then." Deacon nodded, sheathing his sword. Panos leaped forward, to Deacon's side, and grabbed his horn, running ahead. He also struck an Athenian, and grabbed the victim's sword, holding it out. He put the horn to his lips and blew. The music that ensued was amazing, like the wind itself was blowing into the horn, and creating magic. The Athenians just stood, amazed at the perfection of the music. Upon completion of the war cry, for a war cry it was, Panos dropped the horn, and it shattered. The raider ran forward, as Deacon stood ready. Panos charged for Eudor's neck, the man completely mesmerised. Deacon stepped forward, and blocked Panos' blow with his shield. Before he could retaliate, Panos felt the cold, stiff steel of Deacon's blade begin cutting into his flesh.

Deacon sheathed his bloodied blade, and watched Panos fall to the ground, his eyes wide open, and a huge gash through his right shoulder, down into his heart. His army suddenly came back to consciousness. "One less raider to deal with." Eudor muttered, as he eyed Panos' body. Deacon looked at him, hearing the words. "He's not in charge. He was a messenger; a weak warrior." Eudor looked at his commander, stunned. Deacon continued. "Nay. That was a war cry. Not music." Eudor shifted his gaze, to the Acropolis. "The Acropolis." He stated, simply. Deacon nodded.

Beyond the Wall of Phaleron, an entire army of raider's were posted, listening for a war cry of any kind. Suddenly, Panos' cry for battle rang out, indicating that the Athenian army was away from Phaleron, and the wall. Aristo, a Greek rebel stepped forward, hearing the call. He kept walking, until he was in front of the assembled army, almost one million strong. "You are my men. This is my mission." He called out, addressing the rebel's, raiders and barbarians. "The Acropolis will burn."

Deacon stood in the gap of the wal of Phaleron, at the path leading up to the Acropolis, and the centre of Athens. He stood watching the Wall of Phaleron, expecting at any moment ladders and ropes to come flying over the walls. Nothing happened for several hours, as his army rested. Suddenly, the ground shook, as a large portion of the Wall cracked. "Eudor! Gather the men!" Deacon yelled. It would take several hours for the attacking force to reach them, judging by the distance to the cracked Wall section. The ground shook again, and another portion of the wall cracked. "It can't take much more of an assault!" Deacon yelled to Eudor, who was standing at his side, the army assembled.

The Wall was struck again, by the huge wooden battering rams the rebel army carried. Aristo stood at the back of his army, spread out along the wall, in four huge rows, two hundred and fifty thousand men in each. He watched, impatiently as the men battered the wall once more. The Wall shook violently. "One more!" His large, booming voice carried across the ranks. One more charge, and a gap began to appear. Suddenly, the battering rams all slammed together, in a single, orchestrated motion. The Wall was too weak to sustain so much damage, and broke, crushing many men. Aristo mounted his horse, smiling. He drew his sword, and held his shield up. "Charge."

Deacon watched in horror, as an army the size rarely seen before, if ever, charged through the gap in the Wall of Phaleron. He turned around, and gulped nervously, as he saw the shocked, and horrified faces of his army, Eudor also. "This, my friends, is what you were trained for."

Adelphos and Belen felt the tremors in the ground. They looked over to the Wall of Phaleron, and threw their spears aside, running inside the Acropolis. "To your homes!" Belen yelled. Everyone inside looked at the Spartan. "Don't believe me?" He yelled, and walked out, pointing to the Wall of Phaleron. He too, was horrified, as he saw the enormity of the army marching toward them. "Go!" Adelphos yelled, before running to Deacon's army. "Adelpos!" Belen yelled. The man truned around, looking at his friend. "To Sparta?" Belen asked. Adelphos looked at him, in amazement. "To Sparta?" Belen repeated. Adelphos smiled, understanding his friend's request. "To Sparta."

Deacon and Eudor led the Athenian army. Ten thousand men stood behind Deacon, and his second in command. The rebels were only minutes away, and Deacon needed to maintain an illusion of unawareness, or unreadiness. The rebels got closer and closer, before a single horseman broke their ranks. The Athenians knew the routine. A single scout, to test the enemies defences. The rider sped up, slamming right into the Athenian ranks. Deacon split the army, as swords and spears splintered the scout. The army then folded back into one solid group, as the rebels came closer. The first of the rebels reached the Athenians, and Deacon slew the first of them. "Phalanx!" He yelled. Suddenly, the rebels stopped for a moment, giving the Athenians that one single chance to form the Phalanx formation. "Swordsmen at the front, and every second row!" He continued to yell, as the rebels charged once more. Spears folded down, in every angle imaginable. The Athenians were now ready. Every man in Deacon's army carried a sword and shield, with the spearman having their weapons sheathed, and the shields on their back. Deacon weaved to the side, dodging an axe blow, and killed his attacker. A horseman rode through the ranks of the rebels, and ran toward Deacon. The young commander rolled to the side, exposing a gap of protruding spears. The horseman noticed too late, and rode straight into them.

Eudor lead a small contingent of men that moved a few metres deeper, into the enemy ranks. Only mere minutes had passed, but already hundreds were dead. Eudor himself was responsible were several of those deaths, but this was war. He held his shield a little higher, and jabbed randomly outward with his sword. He was rewarded several times with grunts of pain. The men beside him broke their circular formation, creating a shaky line of defence. Two horseman broke rank, and rode through the line, killing of one of the defdners, while another sliced the horse's leg, and the rider was slewn by a spear. Eudor lowered his shield, and swung randomly, blood spraying onto his shield, as he realised he had beheaded a man. "Back!" He yelled, and another of the line defenders fell into the dead man's place, as they began to reatreat, back to the army.

Deacon dropped his sword, and grabbed a spear, as he watched an armoured man charge toward him. He held his shield out in front of hi, and ran forward a little, aiming. He took careful aim, and then threw the spear. The long, slender weapon sliced through the air, and penetrated the man's throat. The dead man was thrown from his saddle, and his body landed on three other rebels. Deacon turned and ran back, grabbing his sword once more, before spinning, and killing another man. "Siege-men!" He yelled.

Two hundred of Deacon's siege units rushed forward, to meet him, near the front of his army. "Ready?" He yelled, over the noise of battele and bloodshed. The men nodded. Deacon pushed through his army again, and reached the front, followed by his siege-men. "Fire!" He yelled, as axes began hurtling through the air. Suddenly, the rebels were unable to get close to the Athenians, due to the onslaught of axes. One of the siege -men ran out of axes, and grabbed his spear. He turned to the other siege-men. They nodded, throwing their last axes. "Deacon looked at them all, worried. "What are you doing?" He yelled. No-one replied. An eery silence swept the battlefield. "Charge!" One of the siege-men yelled, as they charged into battle once more.

Deacon watched in horror as his best men plunged into the heart of the rebel army. Their spears broke fast, and they grabbed their swords and shields. This attack lasted several minutes, before the strength of the make-shift attack collapsed. Suddenly, the rebels charged once more, as the final siege unit died, screaming his last words. "Form up!"

Deacon held his shield up, and his sword at the ready, as the rest of his army formed into defensive formation. Eudor stood behind Deacon. "Cavalry, sir?" Deacon nodded at his second-in-command's request. "Riders, charge!" Eudor yelled, as the army broke rank and formation, and the cavalry spewed forth, one thousand in total; a tenth of Deacon's army. "Archers!" Deacon commanded, his powerful voice carrying to the back of his army. An entire third of Deacon's back stepped back, droppingtheir weapons, and grabbing the bows off their backs. The rest of the army continued defensive formation, moving slightly forward. Deacon dropped his shield, as the rebels' charged at them in a single rushing movement. "Break!" He yelled, and the army split into columns. A huge barrage of arrows flew into the air, and landed among the rebels, slaughtering many.

Aristo sat on his horse, watching the slaughter-fest. Thousands of men lay dead, as the Athenians held their ground stubbornly. Many of their men were dead, the revelation of their archers had become a painful hinderance. He rode forward a little, as an arrow pinned the man in front of him to the ground. He turned to face the horizon, where the sun slowly disappeared, giving way to a beautiful sunset. "Stop!" He shouted, at the top of his voice. The loud, powerful command carried across both armies.

Deacon sliced a man down through the torso, as the wounded body dropped to the floor, backwards. He heard Aristo's voice carry his powerful, bi-national command. "Halt!" Deacon yelled, as the rebel army stepped back, revealing the dead. An archer, Hector began pushing through the ranks, to see what was going on. Deacon stepped forward, moving to the front of the army. "Show yourself." Eudor stepped next to his commander, as Aristo emerged from his army, riding on a huge warhorse. "I wish for an overnight truce." Deacon shook his head. "Why? Your men have no need for rest, and neither do mine." Aristo turned, his back to the Athenians. "Very well." Came the man's reply. Deacon turned, to face his army. "Wait!" Hector yelled, as he pushed through the legions. Aristo turned, to face th archer, in front of both armies. "What, archer?" He asked, coldly. "Face me." Hector's reply was brutal and solid. The large leader's eyes burned toward Hector. The archer had his bow in front of him, in typical offensive fashion, the bowstring taut, and an arrow fixed to it. "This is war, is it not?" He asked, quizzically. Aristo nodded. "Yes, it is." Hector smiled, and aimed the bow up. "All's fair." He released the arrow.

The rebel leader barely had time to blink before the shaft shot through his head, knocking him from his horse, and pinning him to the ground. Deacon threw him back, raising his shield, as the rebels charged once more. Eudor ran to his leader's side, shield raised high as blows and swords and maces glanced off it. Deacon felt a large mace slam into his side, his armour taking most of the damage, but the blow still bruised Deacon's side. He grunted in pain, and fell to the ground. "Athenians!" Eudor yelled, cradling the wounded leader. The Athenian army rushed forward, taking casualties to protect their leader. The second-in command helped Deacon to his feet, as the wounded man threw himself into battle once more. Eudor stood with his back to him, parrying blows and attack, then striking back.

Adelphos and Belen sat near a fire, in a great plain. Their horse lay resting for a two hour break, before they would continue to ride toward Sparta. Adelphos looked up, eye to eye with his friend. "Sparta is too far." Belen looked up at his friend, nodding retiringly. "Thebes?" Adelphos nodded. The fire crackled in the desperate silence that followed. "What of Corinth? 'Tis better than nothing." Belen nodded once again, at his friend's knowledge. "I shall head for Corinth. You for Thebes." Belen suggested. Adelphos nodded. "At the break of dawn, we ride."

Hector dropped his bow, for his quiver was empty. He grabbed his sword and shield, and ran to Eudor's side. He was the most powerful of Deacon's archers, trained twice as hard as any other Athenian. The marks of trial and tribulation still physically, mentally and emotionally scarred his body. The young man slashed from behind his shield, as a rebel dropped to his knees, still running, and slid along the ground. He looked up. Huge, grey clouds had gathered, further blocking out the light in the nocturnal battle. Several cavalry rushed ahead of their comrades, slaying a few Athenians. Hector threw his shield sideways, clobbering one, and slashed the legs of another horse. Both riders dropped to the ground hard, as their wounded animals attempted to get back up. Eudor slew the horse with the severed leg, ending it's pain. The rider, however was trapped under the still corpse. Eudor let the man suffer, as Hector cut the other rider from his reins, and killed him, leaving the horse to run free, back it the rebels, before it was slain. The two men ran to each other's side, and stood back to back, another two men filling the gaps, creating a solid circle.

This circular tactic suddenly became the solid defensive point of the entire Athenian defense, and the army lined up with them, the individual groups forming groups of four; in some cases, one archer, one swordsman, a rider and a spearman. This tactic was a powerful one, the assault stretching a day longer. Looking over the Wall of Phaleron, Deacon suddenly realized the extent of this attack. A large portion of the Athenians were still alive, though roughly 3,000 of them were died. That wouldn't be sucha problem, if the rebels were not receiving roughly four thousand reinforcements a night. He stood to his feet. "Athenians!" His entire army dropped from the circular formations, adopted a shield wall. The rebels stopped the attack, and turned away. One of the rebels stepped forward. "Truce?" The man asked. Deacon emerged from the depths of the Athenians. "Truce."

The truce lasted the night and the next day, as the Athenians received a few hundred reinforcements, from the outskirts of the city, most of them strong, capable swordsmen. Deacon's wound had healed enough for him to be able to fight. Eudor had gathered all the damaged shields, and the weapons of the dead, and created a defensive structure of sorts. The builders of Athens had quickly erected large, wooden pillars that the archers could man, creating a much more usable defense for the Athenians. But, if they were to lose, or fall too far back, the rebels could not use it, for they permanently faced toward Phaleron.

Deacon and Eudor stood, leaning on the wall of shields, weapons and armour, as the final hour of peace came to an end. The Athenian army was assembled, ready to fight, as the rest of the Athenian population ran back to their homes. Hector stood in one of the towers, his bow ready. The single rebel walked forward, grabbing Deacon's attention. "Truce ended." He stated, before walking back, as his army charged forward. Deacon rallied the spearman, and they ran to the wall, slotting their long, slender weapons in holes in the wall, at the last second. Hundreds of rebels and raider's were impaled, and slain. "Swords!" Eudor yelled as the swords and spearman took up the arms of sword and shield. Eudor and Deacon held their weapons, grasping new shields in their off hands.

"Forward!" Deacon yelled, several hours after the treaty had ended. Already, hundreds of men lay dead, their wounds numerous, and grievous. At Deacon's feet lay a beheaded man, his sword split in two, and shield ruined beyond repair. Eudor stood still, his shield cleaved in to, and his side bleeding. Deacon looked back in front of him. Another horseman rode to him. He rolled to the side, slicing the animal's legs, before stabbing it's head. The rider was trapped, as one of Deacon's swordsmen slew him. A raider jumped over the barrier, now covered in bodies. Deacon parried his blow with his shield, before stepping to the side, and slicing the man's ribs. The blood seeped onto the ground, before Deacon kicked him into the barrier. He looked beyond the fighting, as the sun lowered beneath the horizon. "Shields!" The Athenians formed up, into a huge shield blockade, hundreds of swords poking out, like spikes.

The raider's slammed right into the Athenian blockade, of reinforced numbers; once again ten thousand strong. The blockade held fast, as the individuality of the raider army crumbled, prompting a quick rebel slaughter, from the Athenians. The rebels formed up into a huge, amassed group, their shields also up, presenting a huge, wooden barricade. The barricade of weapons and armor had been destroyed hours ago. "Hold!" Deacon yelled, Eudor and the Athenians at the front, nervously holding their shields. The rebels charged forward, presenting a huge wall of shields. "Withdraw swords!" Eudor yelled, as the Athenians felt the full force of the rebels slam into them. Hundreds of swords erupted from the Athenian line, killing many rebels. The rebels formed back up, replacing the dead.

The rebels charged the Athenians again, as the archers poured from the towers, dropping their bows. Hector grabbed his sword and shield, and watched as man near Deacon collapsed to the ground, dead. "Archers! Follow!" He yelled, and they formed a new first line, as the rebels pulled back. The rebels charged again, killing off several of the archers, who were unready. Hector fell back into place, next to Eudor, as he cautiously eyed the man's wounds. The rebels charged once more. "Break!" Deacon yelled.The Athenians shield wall broke, and hundreds of individual shields held their own against the entire rebel horde. The rebels broke rank also, and charged forward. Athenian cavalry remounted, as another thousand horses came to aid the Athenian army.

Deacon and Eudor ran to some horses,and mounted them, as the Athenian cavalry unit, was reinforced by additional Athenian troops. Hector ran behind them. "Shall I join you, sir?" The archer asked. Eudor nodded. "We ride." Hector sat atop one of the larger warhorses. From this view point, at the top of a hill, on a large horse, he could see the rebel army, in its entirety. But, something was out of place. There were Romans among the rebels.

"Ride!" Eudor yelled. The Athenians broke rank, into two huge columns on either side of the the battlefield, as the rebels mindlessly charged in. They all turned, as the thundering pound of hoofs pelted the ground. Hundreds of rebels dropped to the ground, mortally wounded or dead, as two thosuand Athenian riders charged forward, the rest of the army falling in behind them. The rebel army collapsed under the powerful assault.

The sun set beyond the Wall of Phaleron, as the fighting ceased, and the rebel army cleaned up the bodies. Thousands of casualties had been suffered. Hector ran to Deacon. "Sir! In their ranks..." He began, as a stray rider charged through the Athenian camp, killing several defenceless men. An arrow quickly laid the horse to rest, and Eudor charged at the rider. The second-in-command fought off the man for several minutes, wishing not to kill the man, but he struck him finally, in the side, and blood came pouring out. The rider looked at Eudor, and drew his blade to his neck. Eudor stood, standing, as the man sliced his own neck, dying almost instantly. Retiringly, Eudor thrust his sword back into it's sheath, casting another quick glance at the body. "Wait. That's no Greek armor." Deacon ran over, and knelt beside the corpse. "He's Roman, sir." Hector stated. Deacon's face was overcome, in a single moment of horror.

Adelphos rode away from Corinth, with an army of Corinthians, all horse bound. The pounding of hoofs shook the ground. "To Athens!" Adelphos screamed.

Belen rode into Thebes, a day after his friend left Corinth. Several Thebians rode down to the exhausted Spartan. Belen pushed his way through, demounting his horse, and running to the Thebian leaders. "I bring news of Athens. And the Acropolis." The word 'Acropolis' caught the attention of the Thebians. "Deacon, thy powerful commander, leads Athenian forces against a horde of Greek rebels and raiders, attempting to destroy the Acropolis. There numbers are huge, possibly in the millions, and their numbers are reinforced by the thousand every night. I fear Athens will burn." Belen informed the leaders. The Thebians shared gazes with the Spartan. Suddenly, all eyes turned to one man. He nodded. "To Athens."

Deacon and Eudor grabbed their weapons once more, as the final hour of the night wore away. Eudor looked over his shoulder, and to his surprise, the smiths of Athens rode toward them, towing carts of armour, and weaponry. Eudor tapped Deacon's shoulder, and showed him the arriving convoy. The Thebian leader ran toward. "The eldest of the smithies dismounted hi horse. "Sir! New armour, and weaponry. All forged the same, to represent an army, sir."

An hour later, Deacon's entire army was dressed in, shining armour, with new, powerful swords, standing ready, behind the huge wooden towers the archers once occupied. The rebel army was reformed, reinforced by hundreds of Roman soldiers. The entire army had grown back to full strength, and Deacon knew that everything they had worked for came down to this, single moment of war, and bloodshed. "Remember this day men! For it will be yours. For all time!" Deacon called out. One of the Romans pushed ahead. "You know Athens will fall. Lay down your weapons." Deacon shook his head at the Roman's request. Eudor stepped forward, and showed the Roman his old sword. He dropped it on the ground. "Take it." The Roman bent to pick it up, revealing a gap in his armor. Eudor unsheathed his new sword, and stabbed the man through. He dragged the body back to Athenian lines with him, and Deacon and his army formed into a shield wall. "Come and get them!"

The Romans pushed forward, to the front of the rebel army. They charged, instantly. "Hold!" Eudor yelled, over the rush of battle. The Romans presented their shields, swords bristling out of their formation, as the Athenians stepped back in uniformity. The Romans slashed at thin air, and Athenians filled the gap, and struck back. The Roman stepped back, breaking formation, and charging individually. The Athenians kept rank, holding back the Roman forces. Deacon looked out, over his shield. Roughly one thousand Romans stood before them. "Strike!" Athenians swords slashed down randomly, killing several Romans. The rebels broke off from the Romans, leaving them to fight for themselves. Hector stood beside Eudor, his spear bloody and sharp. Already, almost 70 Romans lay dead. The Romans dropped back, for several minutes, and the Athenians followed suit. The two, huge towers still stood, and Deacon rubbed his hand along them, a devastating, but risky plan forming in his head.

"On my call, cut the supports. And push." Deacon commanded, leaving several men against each of the wooden towers, entrusted with the difficult task. Huge ropes had been tethered to the ground, holding the now supportless towers in place. Deacon and the Athenians stood, in huge lines, ready for war. The Romans knew nothing of the plan, not being able to see the huge ropes. "Forward!" The Roman commander yelled, and his troops charged forward. "Cut!" Deacon yelled, and his men sliced the tethers.

The two massive towers collapsed, as the Athenians pulled back. Splinters and slivers of wood erupted into the air, as the two huge converted weapons of war crashed down on the helpless Romans. Hundreds were killed in the falling, but even more were slain by stray wood, and only a dozen Roman's broke through, to find themselves outnumbered tremendously by the waiting Athenian forces. The Roman turned and run, the most powerful part of the rebel army absolutely decimated. The rest of the rebellious warriors stood shocked. The Athenians had destroyed the greatest part of their army in seconds.

"Fall back." Deacon stated, as his army turned their backs to the rebels, unable to be harmed, blocked off by the fallen towers. "'Twill take days for the enemy to remove that rubble." Eudor said to Deacon. The Thebian commander nodded. "Meanwhile, we evacuate Athens, and fall back to the Acropolis." Deacon told his second. Eudor nodded, recognizing the plan. "It also gives us time to regroup, and reinforce." Deacon nodded again, at his second's proposal. "But, all we have are the other Athenians armies. They are not powerful enough to hold the line against these raider's at the Acropolis."

Adelphos and Belen met, with the two armies behind them, one a day away from Athens, hanging onto the last shred of hope that the rebels had not overcome the Athenians. "Deacon will not fall so easily." Belen yelled, to the armies. "Nor will the Athenians!" Adelphos responded. Belen turned, as the only Spartan defending the Acropolis. "The enemy numbers in the millions. Those who wish to leave, do so now." One of the Thebians dismounted his horse, and stepped forward, challenging Belen. "If we had cared about the enemy, we would have asked." Belen smiled, nodding. "What is thy name, Thebian?" The Thebian unsheathed his sword. "Aristos." Belen placed his hand on Aristos' shoulder. "Then, together we stand. This war is bigger than all of us. Even the might of all Greece would have difficulty slaughtering this enemy." Adelphos stepped forward, and unsheathed his sword. "With the might of two armies with us, to Athens!" He yelled, as the two massive armies charged toward the Wall of Phaleron.


Comments

is it over? that would sound like a kick-ass end to a story.
probably not, lol.

It would, I know.

If it was a movie, that would be a kick-ass ending, leading to a sequel. :)

you know, i just realized something..

THIS... IS... SPARTA!!!!!

No..

THIS... IS... ATHENS!!!!

no, but i had remember the part when it said "To Sparta?"

"To Sparta."

Yea. I really wanna put a 300 tribute in there, somewhere.

that would ruin the story tho cause it's a serious story..

Yea, but subtly.

Not an over the top, random THIS IS SPARTA!! Or, THIS IS ATHENS!!

Something like: Our battle formations are so strong they are as earthquakes, or something.

i see wut you did thar.

So do I. :)

Can you guess the plan yet?

another Truce? O.o im not really sure

Nup.

I'll update it now.

Read on.

O.O EPIC

Thanks you.

Read part 2.