Rise From The Desert: Ptolemaioi AAR

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Chapter 2: March of the nations

"Sir, Pantodapoi Demetrois reporting for training!" I shouted. "You will speak when spoken to you maggot," screamed the officer in charge, spittle flying from his mouth. I wiped the spit from my face before his large calloused hand smacked my in the cheek spinning me to the ground. Two other men lifted me up after the officer had gone.

"My name is Alexander," said the one with long black hair and darker skin.

"My name is Phillip," replied the other one. He was shorter, fairer, and was quieter than Alexander. I groaned from the swelling on my cheek. "Don't worry about that he does that to everyone," uttered Phillip, "don't ever think about hitting him back though he is the Basitlues son."

"How long have you been here," I questioned Alexander.

"About several weeks," replied Alexander, "Phillip has only been here four but he knows what to do and what not to do." Alexander looked around and leaned in and wispered "I have heard about the Bastilues declaring war on the Selucid Empire. This is not a fight I would want to be a part of." He leaned back and let out a long sigh. He scanned me with his eyes. "Are you Greek?" he asked me.

"Yes," I replied sheepishly.

"Great Ares," he exclaimed, "why are you in a Pantodapoi regiment?"

"Well," I started but the officer came back and looked at me. A horn player stood beside him and let out a long blare from the horn. Everyone in the camp assembled at him.

"You disgraces to the empire have been choosen to attack a rebel settlement outside of our borders. You are to support the Phalanx's at all costs. You can be replaced they cannot. You are all here because you have dont wrong in your past but if you survive this there may be hope for you in our society in the future. This will be a long march across the desert and many of you will not make it but that is not of consquence. You may bring one jar of water each. Anymore and they will be all poured out."

With that we all marched towards the gate of our camp awaiting the battle that was about to come