After a siege of less than a year, Philetairos rode out to speak with the Seleucid commander. As I served as the commander of the Hoplitai back then, my lochos was tasked with protecting the gate from the invaders. However, what we did not know was that they had spies in the city, who overran the overseers of the gate and opened them before the beginning of the battle.
The Seleukidai immediately rushed forward as a band of barbaroi from Galatia, with no formation or alignment whatsoever. As the first few lochoi ran in, we tried to hold them off for as long as we could, but in seeing the amount of soldiers they had, our morale quickly sank

Shortly thereafter, I was knocked to the floor by a horse, and I lost all notion of time and space.
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A few hours later, I awoke amidst a pile of corpses. I couldn't move my right leg anymore, and my left shoulder felt as if it had been crashed into a wall numerous times.
However, as I lay upon the floor, closing my eyes, waiting for Thanatos to take me, I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming towards me. I tried to turn around and crawl away, but I was unable to move whatsoever. After a few times, I gave up and tried to turn my head towards the sound.
'Take what's left of these men and drag them outside of the city. We'll burn the corpses on the hill some few dilochoi* from here.'
I felt how one of the corpses was lifted from my body and I closed my eyes, waiting until they would drag me away. Two strong hands dragged me over the ground towards the city gate, from which I lay not even five metres. I opened my eyes and looked around. It was horrible. The dead lay everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of gore and death. I tried to hold up, but I felt vomit shooting up through my throat. Somehow, the vomit gave me energy. I released myself from the tight grip of the man that was dragging me and grabbed a small dagger from my belt. Before he could react, I stuck it up, driving the iron blade straight through his hands. He screamed in fear and pain and released my other hand immediately, while he tried to grab for his sword. I dragged myself along the ground with one hand, causing my leg to increase in pain with every second. Finally, I heard the man running towards me again. I closed my eyes, shivered and waited for the blow to come.
It never came. After a good two seconds, I opened my eyes again and looked behind me. My attacker had stumbled over an arm, and subsequently impaling himself on a spear sticking out of someone's body. I threw up again, and dragged myself further along, until I could no longer hear the sound of the buzzing flies, waiting to feed on the corpses. I finally dragged myself into what seemed to be a small alley, and there I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
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The next morning, I awoke when I heard someone scream and run away. With great effort I opened my eyes again and looked around. I was covered in vomit, dried blood and something else I would rather not think about. I closed my eyes again and waited until I was found. Of course, then the inhabitants would take me to the soldiers and I would still be executed. After a full five minutes the girl came back, along with another man. I heard them converse, though I could not really understand what they were saying. They soon grabbed me and carried me from the alley to someplace else. Apparently, they had carried me to their house, where they treated my wounds and fed me...cared for me in any way that they could.
The first days were horrible. My leg had been crushed and my bones had been broken. Luckily, I was in the house of a chirurgeon, and he had treated me in the best ways he could. I would wake up in the middle of the night feeling an intense burning pain everywhere.
His name was Schidas Herakleiotes, and the name of his daughter was Andromache. He worked as a chirurgeon, first under Philetairos, and he was now treating the Seleukide wounded. To hear such a thing filled me with anger, but then I realized he was doing his job as any other man and he had to feed himself and his daughter in some way.
After a few weeks, I felt that the pain in my leg had gone, somehow. I tried to stand for the first time since the battle, and I collapsed almost immediately. As I lay on the wooden floor, I tried to hear if there was anybody in the house. I turned around after a few moments and just lay there, completely motionless.
After a few hours, I heard some stumbling on the stairs. I tilted my head so I could look at the stairs. Up came a little boy, who kept staring at me. I opened my mouth and closed it again, while he still kept looking at me. Then he crept towards me and started staring at me from a closer range.
'Good boy..go get your mother.' I whispered
Either he didn't understand me or I must have said something, because he then poked me in my eye and turned around, crawling back to the stairs.
I sighed and closed my eyes again, smiling.
After another few hours, I was finally found on the floor by Andromache, who helped me back into my bed.
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After another week I was almost fully healed. I could walk again properly, and I was able to help Schidas and Andromache in the housekeeping and such. On the second day after I was fully healed, Schidas sent me to the agora for some minor chores. As I walked through the city, I was surprised at how calm everything was. There was hardly any damage in the city, and everything seemed quite peaceful. As I came at the agora, I noticed a philosopher proclaiming how friendly the Seleukidai had been to our city, yet that we should not forget that Philetairos surrendered the city.
I was dumbstruck when I heard this. Philetairos had surrendered
the city? I dropped the basket that I was carrying and stared at the man. How could such a thing have happened? I waited until he was done speaking and then I walked up to him.
'Tell me something, friend.'
'What is it you need to know, young one?'
'Back there,' I pointed at the pillar where he had stood, 'you proclaimed that Philetairos Attalides surrendered the city?'
'Aye. Do you not know? In exchange for his life, he coerced the Seleukidai into not harming the city, nor it's inhabitants.'

He looked at me vaguely and I stepped back from him
'I am sorry, I did not mean to interfere in your business.'
'It is of no concern, young one. In the future, be careful of who you ask about Philetairos. They might suspect you would be pro-Attalidean. Or even worse, part of the resistance.' He winked and walked off, leaving me dumbstruck for the second time that day.
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When I returned to the house, with everything I had to do done, I was more quiet than usual. I hardly looked at Schidas nor Andromache and I left for bed soon afterwards. Something about what the philosopher had said troubled me. Pro-Attalidean? There were still family members of Philetairos alive? I had suspected that with the fall of Pergamon the cities of Nikaia and Byzantion would have revolted. If they had not, there were still soldiers alive. And if there were still soldiers alive, we could reclaim Pergamon.
That evening, I walked up to Schidas and asked whether I could speak to him alone. Andromache simply shrugged and walked out of the room.
'Listen..I am grateful for everything that you have done for me, but I need to leave the city.'
Schidas raised an eyebrow and looked at me, yet he was still silent. After a short moment, I continued speaking
'As you might have well guessed, I am a soldier. I served under Philetairos, as did you. You have to understand that I need to make for either Nikaia or Byzantion, and from there, strike back at the Seleukidai.'
He was silent for almost a few seconds and then finally spoke.
'Impossible. You will not even get out of the city.'
I opened my mouth and closed it again, deciding it to be wiser to let him speak his piece
'Last week, a spy was found. Apparently, he was sent from Nikaia.'

'Since then, they have maximized all security, whether coming from inside or outside of the city.'
I remained quiet again and then wished him a good night. My time would come, eventually..
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Blegh. I hated this chapter. Okay, to help you out of two dreams. This won't be a novella-style AAR. It will be for the next chapter, but afterwards it will be way more massive slaying action and such. If you want to read good novella-style AAR, I suggest
Across the Waters by Theodotos I.
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