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I have never been one to be gifted with words. That was always Dilios' gift. He moved my soldiers more than I ever could. Combat is my expertise, but unfortunately, that does not assist one in the art of writing.
I suppose I should start with who I am and where I come from. I am Leonidas, king of Sparta, and I led three hundred of my best men, all with sons to bear their name, to Thermopylae - the Hot Gates - to defend the pass from Xerxes' army. The Ephors corrupt inbred swine and the council both advised against this, due to the insignificant Carneia festival, but when one is given the choice between obeying the old gods and defending one's homeland from slavery and death, the outcome isn't too hard to imagine. My soldiers and I held the pass for three days. I sent Dilios back to Sparta, since his gift with words would be certain to convince the council to send the entire Spartan army as well as all of Greece to fight against the Persian hordes.
But I am here. I know that I am dead, for I felt the arrows pierce my body and felt the fire of a glorious death. But I am neither in inexistence or in Hades. I am in this strange place...
Tell me. What is the purpose for the carousel?
I suppose I should start with who I am and where I come from. I am Leonidas, king of Sparta, and I led three hundred of my best men, all with sons to bear their name, to Thermopylae - the Hot Gates - to defend the pass from Xerxes' army. The Ephors corrupt inbred swine and the council both advised against this, due to the insignificant Carneia festival, but when one is given the choice between obeying the old gods and defending one's homeland from slavery and death, the outcome isn't too hard to imagine. My soldiers and I held the pass for three days. I sent Dilios back to Sparta, since his gift with words would be certain to convince the council to send the entire Spartan army as well as all of Greece to fight against the Persian hordes.
But I am here. I know that I am dead, for I felt the arrows pierce my body and felt the fire of a glorious death. But I am neither in inexistence or in Hades. I am in this strange place...
Tell me. What is the purpose for the carousel?