Chapter 3: Agesipolis Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Agesipolis Chapter 3

3 years later

My size compared to others my age is slightly larger than most yet it isn't anything to note. I also have mastered how to read and write in their language yet so far all my work in this skill has yet to have been of any use.

Laurel has taught me much in gymnastics, dancing, and throwing none of which I have had any clue how to successfully do previously. While Anastasia who I see most often and have the closest relationship with has taught me much. She has taught me how to cook ancient cuisine and has also taught me about helot customs which are substantially different then spartan ones.

I still have not seen my father and this is the last year to see him. I am not saddened though as none of them are my real family. I've now lived here for 6 years yet I have not built any true friendships besides Anastasia, every night I remember my real family and how I miss them.

*Knock*

*Knock*

"Mother, do you want me to open the door?"

"Quickly"

I stand up and quickly go to the door being knocked and open it. A man stands and quickly enters with what possibly could be a tear going down his face even if it is though he quickly wipes the side of his face. The man wears a stubble with long blonde hair and fair skin. He has notably striking blue eyes that lock onto my own pair of eyes.

"I'm glad you look so excited, Darius you must've turned 30, yes?" Laurel enters from just around the corner and he immediately smiles.

"Yes my love, I have yearned for your touch ever since getting reprimanded!"

He then closes the door and picks me up.

"Tell me son what have I missed! I can see you have my hair and your mom's eyes." He tells me at eye level, allowing me to notice his many scars as he takes off his gear. I noticed an extremely long one from his shoulder all the way down to his wrist.

I then told my father everything he missed. Unlike Laurel, he seems to show more affection. Laurel eyes him to put me down, so he instead places his arm over my shoulder.

"You have been so successful; in a couple years you can achieve anything I'm sure of it" My father brings a wide grin and starts patting me on the back.

"He is going to the agoge next year" Mother interrupts, causing his face to flinch.

"Outside the barracks hmm." the young king comments to my father with, his well-fed muscles popping out in his red spartan cloak.

"Yes just training my boy young king" my father nods his head respectfully.

"It's best to leave the teaching to mentors which the boy is too young to receive. Yet he can already learn from his mother, Athena knows I learned much from my own!" The young king chuckles heartily at his ill advice.

"You must be right, King Agesipolis, is that all?" my father starts to noticeably sweat from his brow.

"No"

The young king then walks over to me and kicks me in the stomach with my father watching.

Kick...

Kick...

Kick...

Everything in my body hurts as I lay on the dirt in a fetal position praying for it to stop.

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Why, just why am I here? What does that angel want from me?

"Now that is all. You were training your boy too lightly, every single time he trains he must return to his home with fresh bruises showing his work."

"I understand" My father clenches his fist behind his back as I slowly stand.

"Thank you King Agesipolis" I look him dead in the eye and his own eyes seem to open a little. This is why I'm here.. Place this country under my boot and will it into a utopia.