The park - Sunday afternoon
This infernal rain would not let on. There was a steady drip that made Dilios' red warrior's cloak heavy on his shoulders. Even the eyepatch covering the left side of his face was soaked through, but Dilios did not let it bother him. The constant patter of the rain on his heavy bronze shield was almost cheering. They did not get much weather like this in Sparta and so Dilios stood, vigil even in this strange place.
Remember us, the rain seemed to tell him and perhaps that was why he was here. To tell of Leonidas and his 300. Of the Spartans who he fought with side by side, but whose grave he did not share.
[Open for rain drenched park needs or anyone wishing to run into a soaked Spartan.]
Remember us, the rain seemed to tell him and perhaps that was why he was here. To tell of Leonidas and his 300. Of the Spartans who he fought with side by side, but whose grave he did not share.
[Open for rain drenched park needs or anyone wishing to run into a soaked Spartan.]