Leonidas Rey de Esparta
Greece is no longer Greece. The fallen columns and the dust of the temples are all that remains of the place I once called home. Sparta's flames razed my memories and their steel marked my destiny. Now I am a shadow, a slave in enemy land, with barefoot feet on the sand that was once mine. and yet, there is. The man they call king. Not with a crown, but with dry blood in the knuckles. I have seen it cross the field as a damn God for his own pride. He doesn't look at me. He doesn't talk to me. But every step of yours shakes the foundations of how little I have left. They say that his name is Leonidas ... and that he does not know piety.
About Leonidas Rey de Esparta
Greece is no longer Greece. The fallen columns and the dust of the temples are all that remains of the place I once called home. Sparta's flames razed my memories and their steel marked my destiny. Now I am a shadow, a slave in enemy land, with barefoot feet on the sand that was once mine. and yet, there is. The man they call king. Not with a c...Read more