When the time was right, in the dark of night, Queen Odessa and her troops easily gained access to the sleeping city of Sparta. Odessa was still astonished a people could live in a city that was not protected with walls, for if the Greeks had constructed protective defensive walls they would have done a fine job of keeping Odessa and her assassins out. Yet the Spartans in their arrogance, and self-serving superiority, thought they were invincible, and history had proved that they were, however they were not prepared for a surprise attack, for they truly believed no one would dare use such dastardly tactics. Yet this was exactly how the Themiscyrans won a vast majority of victories against their enemies, for they would appear like a thief in the night ready, able and willing to take their adversaries lives.
So they had marched north along the banks of the Eurotas, taking to the cover of the deep dark forests when they approached the vast fleet of Spartan ships in the harbor. With sharpened swords Odessa and her warriors donned their armor, the physical manifestation of their sacred honor. Carefully Queen Odessa and her agents of annihilation positioned themselves, dressed for battle, whereupon they were able to slip into the quiet city undetected; which proved surprisingly easy for, as the Fates would have it, the Themiscyrans had come at a time of the harvest celebration when most of all the citizens were curled up in their beds having consumed gallons of Petzina, a strong wine fortified with pine resin, along with lashings of barley beer and honey mead swimming in their heads. Even the night watchmen could be found asleep at their posts.
So it was Captian Katarina waited outside the city at the edge of the woods at the base of Mt. Parnon with chariots, bows, spears, shields, swords with their horses of war and the division of 200 under her command. Soon they saw the smoke and flames rise up from the center of the city and they heard the tumult of screams and cries of 'Fire! Fire!' along with the lamentations of the dying who were cut to pieces as they tried to douse the flames as the inferno consumed the market place and royal stables. Panic and chaos rained down upon the terrified people of Sparta who rose from their warm beds, running out into the streets, some naked, and still half asleep, unsure of what was happening. King Vyakles and Queen Thera awoke throwing on their silken scarlet robes calling for their guards, but none came as the market place and stables went up in flames. 100 frightened horses galloped, at full speed, in a wild stampede trampling over the men and women who had come to try and stop the madness that was transpiring. Vyakles and Thera stepped out into the hall with warm sticky blood covering their bare feet.
At this point the Captain of the Kings Guard, Haithor, sword in hand ran into the Great Hall calling out for his men but they were already dead, killed by the 20 warriors under Odessa's command. He saw a tall, dark figure lurking in the shadow of the throne "Show yourself!" he shouted ready to strike then he saw to his utter dismay a face that he recognized instantly appearing like a specter from the grave "Odessa!?"
"Sweetheart." Queen Odessa smiled, a sharpened spear in hand as she rushed forth skewering Haithor in the head splitting his brain in two, his teeth smashed into his mouth, as he began choking on his own blood, spitting the rest of his teeth out in a gushing stream of blood and gore that spewed forth from what was left of his face. Odessa's former lover collapsed at her feet in a gruesome heap, an awful way to die. Then in an instant he lay there, dead, at Odessa's feet as Death's Dark Cloud closed around his corpse "Ah." Odessa grinned with sheer delight "What terrible beauty."
With that Odessa and her warriors regrouped moving through the palace cutting to ribbons any and all who stood in their way. Now Vyakles and Thera were not prepared for the melee of blood, screams and terror they came upon, but both armed themselves with the swords they took out of the hands of their dead, the bodies of their many servants and soldiers scattered throughout the palace and city streets.
"Our children!" Thera shouted her her heart racing as she and her husband fled down the long hall to the nursery where they found the oaken door smashed in and their son cowering under the bed.., but Princess Sparta was no where to be found.
"Therakles! Where is your sister!?" they both screamed clutching the boy to their chests.
"A demon came and grabbed her! It took her out the window and escaped up the olive tree!" the frightened child exclaimed tears running down his cheeks.
"Stay here!" King Vyakles commanded him as he and his wife gave chase.
So they had marched north along the banks of the Eurotas, taking to the cover of the deep dark forests when they approached the vast fleet of Spartan ships in the harbor. With sharpened swords Odessa and her warriors donned their armor, the physical manifestation of their sacred honor. Carefully Queen Odessa and her agents of annihilation positioned themselves, dressed for battle, whereupon they were able to slip into the quiet city undetected; which proved surprisingly easy for, as the Fates would have it, the Themiscyrans had come at a time of the harvest celebration when most of all the citizens were curled up in their beds having consumed gallons of Petzina, a strong wine fortified with pine resin, along with lashings of barley beer and honey mead swimming in their heads. Even the night watchmen could be found asleep at their posts.
So it was Captian Katarina waited outside the city at the edge of the woods at the base of Mt. Parnon with chariots, bows, spears, shields, swords with their horses of war and the division of 200 under her command. Soon they saw the smoke and flames rise up from the center of the city and they heard the tumult of screams and cries of 'Fire! Fire!' along with the lamentations of the dying who were cut to pieces as they tried to douse the flames as the inferno consumed the market place and royal stables. Panic and chaos rained down upon the terrified people of Sparta who rose from their warm beds, running out into the streets, some naked, and still half asleep, unsure of what was happening. King Vyakles and Queen Thera awoke throwing on their silken scarlet robes calling for their guards, but none came as the market place and stables went up in flames. 100 frightened horses galloped, at full speed, in a wild stampede trampling over the men and women who had come to try and stop the madness that was transpiring. Vyakles and Thera stepped out into the hall with warm sticky blood covering their bare feet.
At this point the Captain of the Kings Guard, Haithor, sword in hand ran into the Great Hall calling out for his men but they were already dead, killed by the 20 warriors under Odessa's command. He saw a tall, dark figure lurking in the shadow of the throne "Show yourself!" he shouted ready to strike then he saw to his utter dismay a face that he recognized instantly appearing like a specter from the grave "Odessa!?"
"Sweetheart." Queen Odessa smiled, a sharpened spear in hand as she rushed forth skewering Haithor in the head splitting his brain in two, his teeth smashed into his mouth, as he began choking on his own blood, spitting the rest of his teeth out in a gushing stream of blood and gore that spewed forth from what was left of his face. Odessa's former lover collapsed at her feet in a gruesome heap, an awful way to die. Then in an instant he lay there, dead, at Odessa's feet as Death's Dark Cloud closed around his corpse "Ah." Odessa grinned with sheer delight "What terrible beauty."
With that Odessa and her warriors regrouped moving through the palace cutting to ribbons any and all who stood in their way. Now Vyakles and Thera were not prepared for the melee of blood, screams and terror they came upon, but both armed themselves with the swords they took out of the hands of their dead, the bodies of their many servants and soldiers scattered throughout the palace and city streets.
"Our children!" Thera shouted her her heart racing as she and her husband fled down the long hall to the nursery where they found the oaken door smashed in and their son cowering under the bed.., but Princess Sparta was no where to be found.
"Therakles! Where is your sister!?" they both screamed clutching the boy to their chests.
"A demon came and grabbed her! It took her out the window and escaped up the olive tree!" the frightened child exclaimed tears running down his cheeks.
"Stay here!" King Vyakles commanded him as he and his wife gave chase.
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