Chapter One: Sire's Death
"The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step"
Sounds of war cry could be heard from the battlefield, this was a battle that would determine the fate of Asgard. At the battlefield, Archon Charis dressed in his royal armor accompanied his polemistís to the war against the hoplites of Kòrinthos.
"hyahh" incoherent words were heard from the battleground as Archon Charis rushed to the battlefield on his horse with his sword in his hands slaying off his enemies. While the killing continued, Sire the Archon of Kòrinthos saw that Charis was in the midst of fighting raised his bow and arrow and fired it at Charis.
As a seasoned polemistís he sensed danger behind him and jumped off his horse and rolled on the ground only to look up and see an arrow coming down and struck his horse. He felt the pain as the horse had accompanied him since it was little and now it is dead.
"Sire fight it straight out with me and stop using underhanded means" shouted Charis
"hahahahaha alright but so so so for the great Archon of Asgard". Sire laughed hysterically.
"A man who can't fight it straight out is not fit to be an Archon". said Archon Charis while standing up.
"Any trick could be used in the battlefield" replied Sire while rushing forward with a sword in his hands.
"Your last word Charis before you die"
"Stop being arrogant"
They both rushed forward and Sire aimed towards Charis stomach but luckily he dodged it.
"Demon Azure palm" shouted Charis while pushing his palm forward, it collided directly with Sure oncoming sword and broke it.
"I see you are getting close in reaching great completion in your Demon azure palm" said Sire
"However you are not the only one with skills" Sire said to Charis.
"Demon slaying the heavens" the might of the sword was so strong that it cleaved the air and space seem to distort.
"hahaha how do you see my skill it had reached the peak of small completion and it is a heaven grade technique". With a proud look on his face he told Charis.
"Nothing much, here's my Demon might" the wind howled, those who were fighting on the battlefield stopped, time seem to freeze and the might of a demon seem to descend on the battlefield and suppressed Sire.
"puchi" he vomitted blood and staggered back, because it was aimed directly at him it didn't affect the others. Not wanting to miss this opportunity raised his hand and punched towards Sire.
"Demon god descending" filled with power, Charis grabbed Sire and punched. His body sank into the ground and blood splattered everywhere and syained his armor. Sire was dead, Kòrinthos is theirs.
When the polemistís of Asgard saw this they were happy and filled with strength brutally killed the hoplites of Kòrinthos none was left alive.
"Olo chalazi Charis" shouted the polemistís of Asgard in their language while kneeling.
"borei na sikotheis" said Archon Charis.
After they had disperse to check on their injured brothers and heal them, a polemistís walked towards the Archon and bowed and knelt down.
"My Lord should we matched to their kingdom and kill them".
"No Atlas, let them be. They would be like a chicken without a hen and besides I have a plan for them now that their Archon is dead am sure there would be troubles brewing very soon on Kòrinthos" replied Archon Charis while looking at the sky.
"Gather all the troops we will be camping here for the night and would depart back to Asgard tomorrow morning to share the glory with our people".
"Yes my Lord " replied while pulling his hands off from his almost unsheathed sword with an unwilling look on his face, stood up bowed to the Archon and left to spread the message to the other polemistís.
* *At the royal palace training ground**
Three boys of ages (19) (17) and (15) were currently sparring against each other.
"Yay brother I won again " said the younger one Dion while smiling. The older one stood up and brushed the dust off his robe.
"You were just lucky" said zephyr
"Just because you defeated zephyr doesn't make you the strongest" said Aspas the oldest among them.
"Yes stop being so cocky over a little victory which was nothing but luck" said Zephyr
"What do you mean" replied Dion not liking the tone they used on him.
"I can see you are becoming full of yourself after a little victory" said Aspas with a cunning smile on his face.
"Brother let him be" Zephyr said
"No I need to show him we're he belongs in the servant quarters as a bastard child" said Aspas with a look of disgust on his face.
"Bas--Bastard what!!!" said Dion with a hurt and shocked expression on his face.
"You are just some run-of-the-mill kid that his majesty my father rescued no no picked from the road" said Zephyr while chuckling.
"Is that while you hated me for Ares sake we grew up together" shouted Dion with a hurt expression
"hahahahaha" both Aspas and Zephyr laughed
"I agree we grew up together but I did not acknowledge you as my brother" Aspas spoke up while trying to hold up his laughter
"You guys are just sore losers" said Dion while picking up his sword and walking away
"What did he just say" Zephyr spoke with fury clearly shown on his face.
"Leave him I will deal with him and besides going after him will make you look like a real sore loser" Aspas said while holding down his brother from attacking Dion.
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Archon- King
Polemistís and Hoplite - warrior or knight