Spartan

Spartan is a historical-fiction writing focused on the Spartan captain in charge of a unit of Spartans during the battle against Athenian enforcers.

Chapter I


The sounds of the battle awoke Alexandros to a sight he'd never forget. The rocks of catapults smashed the bodies of brave Spartan men. Arrows, flying from the Athenian bows landed in the chests of charging warriors.

"Captain! Captain, get up!"

A soldier with a long black beard and an arrow in is shoulder appeared in Alexandros's eyes.

"Captain, hurry! The men are dying off quickly. We need our next move!"

"Cassander... your arm," Alexandros moaned.

"I'd be more worried about your head, sir. Now please, get up. The men are pinned up by their archers." Cassander reported.

Alexandros, with the help of Cassander rose from the ground and gained a full view of the battlefield. Spartans, rows of them, were cut down by the Athenian bowmen. Cassander pulled Alexadros south through the trees until they came upon a section of knocked down trees where a unit of about twenty-five Spartan men in cover.

"Captain, you're back!" One of the soldiers called out.

"Demetrius, see that Cassander's arm is treated," Alexandros commander. "Erasmos, where is General Lycourgas?"

"Sir, the general's tent is about a mile back." responded a young soldier with blonde hair.

"Any word on reinforcements?"

"Not yet, sir. We've been on our own so far."

Alexandros began scoping out the area, the Spartan numbers had thinned greatly. The battle had almost seemed calm. Then again, the missile from a catapult crushed an entire group of Spartans.

"What are we to do, sir?" Another soldier asked.

"Kassandros, run to the general's tent, tell him we need those reinforcements."

"Yes, sir!" A Spartan with dark brown hair yelled and began running south.

"Demetrius, how is Cassander's arm?"

"As good as it gets, sir!"

"Great. Men, ready yourselves. We're moving out now." Three soldiers came to Alexandros with pieces of his gear: One with his Spartan helmet, another with his spear, and the third with his shield.

"We recovered these after you were hit. We're ready when you are, captain." said a soldier.

"What is the plan, Alexandros?" questioned Cassander.

"We flank the enemy's archers on the hilltop. If we can do that, we save the lives of numerous Spartans and we advance our position. Let's move."

"Yes, sir!"