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I have seen death. I looked it in its hollow black eyes and slew it. From then, death claimed my soul, it runs after me; a wolf, running through the desolate plains under the waxing moon. A raven, cloaking its midnight black wings around me, the chase is on. Death catches up with everyone, me?

I plan to out-run it.

We are taught not to love or hate. We are taught to be hollow and cold. Emotion is weakness. I was a fool not to believe them.

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Phantasm.Phoenix Death has always been an interest in mine, I do not wish it upon me, no sane person would. But I was always intrigued by how it worked, as I am intrigued by life and by the world and by so much that cannot be explained.

But, I am not trying to be morbid here. This is the tale of Desmondius. A spartan with an interesting story.

I will try my best to make this as historically accurate. I do not like too much gore but I feel it is a given with this story, so heed the warning please.

Warning! This story contains gore and the occasional curse.

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Desmondius (Deus)

A twenty-three year old soldier in the Spartan army at the time of the war against the Athenians. He has blonde curls and green eyes, he has become one of the elite warriors and so has proved himself for his family. He currently lives in the barracks and is married to Amazonia.

Amazonia

A twenty-one year old woman, she is Desmondius' wife and does not abide by normal spartan rules. She enjoys combat and is very wise in the art of battle tactics. She sometimes trains with Deus and the other soldiers have gotten used to this. Her help can sometimes be invaluable to Deus.

Anemone

An eighteen-year old woman, she has long auburn hair framing her face. Many say she has "healing powers" and lives up to her name, which means "breath" in Greek, as she works in the Blood Room (a place of hired servant-women to care for wounded warriors and prepare dead bodies for burial) and is known for her gentle hands and singing voice.

(Please ask me before joining this collaborative please!)

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