Legend’s Second Chance

∆Chapter Two∆

My body rested on the ground limp and reduced to a pincushion, for many arrows protruded from my chest. I was slowly dying as my lifeblood gathered in a pool on the ground beneath me. Bloody gashes from other instruments of war covered my body.

The area in which I laid was filled with the countless bodies of the men I had killed. The rocks around my body were soaked in blood.

My only thought, as my vision faded, was that I was glad. I had died a glorious death that could be compared to no other.

In life, I was a warrior who had no equal and my name was Leonidas.

As I breathed my last, my head fell to the ground limply.


Though darkness clouded my vision, I heard the following words:

”Light above and darkness below. Thoughts of death and deeds of woe.

The gears of time shift at last. Evermore shall realites war and fight. Legends are necessary for the preservation of humanity. Subject L-117 shall be phase shifted years before the crisis. ”

They sounded inhuman. The words were grating as though they were made by metal being scraped upon metal.

The words held no meaning to me and so I disregarded them.

Comfort quickly assaulted my body. It was unacceptable, for a spartan should never accept comfort.

I felt my consciousness grow and strengthen as I kicked something. It was soft and squishy. I was at first surprised that I still had a body to move and then was overcome with extreme anger, for I was trapped. I kicked and hit my surroundings with conviction. I suddenly felt myself moving through my strange surroundings. I prepared myself to attack whoever had trapped me. I felt something ripping in the middle of my stomach. Therefore, I pushed against the object that was ripping. It was a slimy cord like substance. I suddenly felt it release its grip on me and I felt myself moving again. I eventually struggled from my stifling confinement. I opened my eyes. My surroundings were too bright, so I blinked a couple of times. I shook my head slightly, I would not allow myself to be weak.

I was greeted by the face of a monstrously large woman.

I stared at her threateningly. She reached a finger towards me and I attempted to strike it away, but missed. I believed I had missed because I was groggy, for how could a warrior of my caliber not strike away the hand of a mere woman even though she was monstrously large.

”Why isn he crying? ”

”Smack him on the back so he can breathe. ”

I did not understand what they had said, for they were speaking in English which I would later learn.

I was extremely enraged when the male who had spoken behind me dared to strike me. I turned my head around and yelled a war cry at him.

What came out of my mouth was quite frightening; it was the wail of a baby. It was at that moment that I realized my condition. As I sat motionless and stupefied by the events transpiring before me, my wail faded to a low hissing sigh.

My parents worries were broken; the tension in the room that had gathered as I was being born had shattered at that moment. They laughed at me. At first they laughed lightly, but then they grew obnoxiously louder.

This made me sigh in resignation. I did not understand my circumstances but I assumed that the goddess Artemis had blessed me with a second chance. I was indeed great enough for such a miracle to be bestowed unto me.

Therefore, I would not squander the chance given to me in this life. I may be weak and my parents strong, so I will become as meek as a lamb, and as cunning as a snake until the time is right to strike against them.


Two months passed until I was finally removed from the dungeon that was my crib. That is I thought I had been freed from the bonds that held me so tightly. While in reality, my parents had just bought me a new one after I had escaped from it by punching some of the wooden planks out during one of my midnight stretches.

One day my parents caught me stretching at night and they shouted at me.

”Is he doing a plank? ”

”But hes just a baby?! ”

”Bad, bad boy stop that. ”

My father was irritated that he had been woken up so late at night and had scowled at me.

I was horrified because I knew that the weak prey on the strong. However, my parents apparently did not understand that or were simply too pathetically inclined to believe that they were safe.

The new world in which I found myself was truly interesting. I had noticed the strange lamps on the ceiling that instantly turned off and on with the flick of a switch. Sometimes my parents turned devices on which played images, but my mother never let me watch them.

I did not care about the technology that this civilization had. I only cared about gaining muscles. I knew however that weight training could be catastrophic at my age if not done with extreme care. Luckily for me however, I knew exactly what I was doing and did not care about pain.

Though my parents knew about my exercising methods, they were still horrified to see me in a pool of sweat each morning. This made them eventually bring me before a man clothed in white in a sort of clothing that was not quite a dress, they called him a doctor or something.

Regardless, when the man tried to poke me, I bit his finger. As I watched him bleed profusely I giggled.

My parents were horrified and the doctor was shocked. He let out a little yell when it had happened, but nothing really else.

The doctor had said some things to my parents and then we had left. The little vehicle that brought me back to our house was especially interesting. I was surprised that my weak father could control such a beast. My estimation of him grew ever so slightly in that moment.

Another day, my parents were screaming at me for eating my food with my fingers and I yelled back at them in Greek because I was frankly fed up with their attitude.

”May Zeus smite you with a bolt of lightning! ”

For some reason they smiled at me and started hugging each other.

I would find out later in my life that they had only understood eus and nothing besides that.

Regardless, I sat with a frown on my raised stool as spaghetti sauce covered my face. They were hugging me excitedly as I was staring at the wall thinking how I was being congratulated for an insult. I thought they were attempting to strangle me, but the attempts were simply feeble.

They continued saying mommy and daddy and pointing to themselves. I narrowed my eyes at them, for I figured that they were trying to make me apologize. I crossed my arms and shunned them by turning my face away from them. Surprisingly enough, they did not get mad and I took that as another sign of weakness from my parents.

Months passed as I exercised. My body grew taller and stronger and my conviction of my parents weakness was further increased.

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