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Execution was common in Sparta. Their King was known to punish the wicked in the middle of their settlement, beheading them as the populace watched. And today was no different as the people stuffed themselves in the cramped area. On top of the stage were two people. The King of Sparta was there, looking indifferent as he combed the crowd with his eyes. The other was female, no doubt the one they were gathered to watch.

“Sparta! Today, we are gathered to watch the execution of this woman! Last night, she infiltrated my home and tried to murder me!”

Much of the crowd were unsettled by the revelation. Then, as one, they cried for the execution of the woman that tried to murder the King. Someone as ill-intentioned as she had no right to live in Sparta, the pits of Tartarus were the place she truly deserved. In pleased silence, the King merely watched as they bellowed their wishes. He raised his hand, silencing the crowd.

“I am prepared to pardon this woman, however. As long as she agrees to marry me! Her spirit is admirable, her beauty is unsurpassed, and her strength is worthy of praise! Comparable to the Goddess, Lady Athena!”

The crowd looked on in shocked silence. Murmurs were heard as the people of Sparta debated on the wishes of their beloved King. Did she deserve the honor of becoming Queen after trying to murder said monarch? Some were displeased by this, others nodded in agreement. But the choice wasn't for them to make. It was the woman's decision.

Grinning, the King looked at his captive.

“What say you, Xixi of Thebes?”

For the first time since the gathering started, the woman raised her head. Many of the men in the crowd were startled by her looks. Her hair was the brightest shade of yellow, rivaling Apollo, and her eyes the clearest blue that many had seen, surpassing that of Poseidon’s domain. Her skin was pale, reminding some of Lady Artemis. But the scars. The scars foretold of her prowess on the battlefield.

Xixi looked up at the King and spit in his face. “Kill me, you foolish man. Lord Hades will greet me with open arms. Just as he will curse your name in the coming weeks.”

Frowning, the King unsheathed his sword. It was raised above the man's head as he prepared for the beheading. Just as he prepared to murder this foolish woman, he was stopped. The sword in his hand completely vanished! People looked on with amazement as the King searched for his lost weapon. Until clapping resonated through the crowd.

It was only one person.

The figure was as tall as the King himself and clothed in the finest armor, showing that he possessed some kind of militaristic background. Some of the Spartans compared his hair to the rising sun, spiking in every direction and matching it shade for shade. His eyes were dark, but the slight tint of blue was noticeable. His skin was tanned. People backed away as they noticed the power that this man seemed to radiate.

Murderous.

Warlike.

Only then had they noticed the sword at his waist. It was the King's sword!

“I apologize for interrupting this... execution, King Adrastos. I am Christos, or Fuuin as I prefer being called.”

“What reason have you to interrupt this, stranger? I am your King!”

Fuuin looked amused by his statement.

“You are no King of mine, Adrastos. To explain why I am here, though, that is simple. You were planning on killing my companion. I won't stand for that, you see. And now I am here to reclaim he-” he was interrupted.

“Fool, she is mine. Spartans! Kill him, he is trying to rescue the criminal!”

The man was undeterred by the soldiers as they neared him. Lord Hades, he was even starting to smile! It was unnerving for even the veterans. “... you seem to think I was looking for permission.”

People screamed as the middle of the settlement was engulfed with flames.