Proloque: Destiny...
Father... Thanks to the gods... I found you... Let...
No... son... you... go... home... alone...
Just relax father... or else you'll lose more blood... I'll brought you back home... Just... don't move...
No son... I was... mortally wounded... and... I... has... lost... too... many...
No father... you'll be fine... come on...
No... just... let me rest for... my... last... You see... how griveous are my wound... and you...
Even if you are twice heavier than me... I'll get the strength co carry you on my back father... just.....
Son... you are just ten years old... and your mom will worry about you... there was no place for kids in the battlefield...
What battlefield?.... All that I can see is pile of corpses.... and you are alive father... you doesn't belong here...
Son... there was... something... I... must... told you.... My injuries are severe... you... can... see that... I... lost... a hand... and.... my stomach... are split.... I... was... on... the last.... thread...
No.. We'll nurse you back to the full health... and mom... will glad if you come... no matter what... are your condition.... no matter how worse....
Son... My feet... is allready cold... my vision... is allready blurred... I was barely... able... to... recognize you... and... after this... death... my soul... will be... reborn... just...
No father... you won't die...
You can't defy... nature... son... every... men... must... meet... his.... death.... his... destiny....
No....
You... are... my... last... living... son... don't... go... to... war... go... take... a... living... as... a... merchant... so... you... can... bribe... your... self... out... of... conscription....
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You... must... go.. back... tell... your... mom... to... leave...
No..... (crying slowly)
I... am.. not... dead... yet.... just... give... me... some... time... to... rest... son.......... a.... man...... will.... never.... cry.... even.... if.... he.... see... his... own... father..... death..... you..... must..... smile...... smile....... for...... I.... will..... meet...... the.... Gods.....and....... my...... heart...... will..... judged..........
No... father.... I'll avenge you.... those Macedonians will pay for this!!!!
Son..... go.... life.... as.... a.... merchant.... and..... go... away.... far... far..... for..... I.... was... only...... a.... mere...... Kavakaza...... Sparabara.......
No.... even as the lowest of ranks... I'll fight and tear those Macedonians......
So.... what will... you.... say......
I... SWORN IN MITHRA'S NAME..... I'LL AVENGE YOU AND PUT DOWN ALL THOSE MACEDONIANS....
You... must know... that... your... sworn... oath... was... heavy..... now..... please.......\
What must I do now... father.....
Remember... your.... oath.............
Yes....
And.... give.... this... old... man... a.... kiss..... and...... ease.... my.... pain......
So......
Take.... my.... spear..... and.... end.... my.... life....... quickly........
No...............
Son...... please.........
No... father.... we'll nursing you back to health......
No, son.... this man... is... beyond... hope....... please..... do... it... quickly......... I... have..... no... hands..... to... end... my... own.... life..........
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Quick..... son...... my... pain... is.....
FORGIVE ME GOD.... FORGIVE ME FATHER...... FORGIVE ME.......
(STAB!)
Goooooddd............. I.....was.... better..... Mithra....... I....come...........
FATHERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
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(to be continued)
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