The year is four hundred and fifty years before Christ and Greece is in the middle of a bloody war against the
Persians. The leader of Greece’s three hundred elite Spartans is both the general and the king of Greece,
king Leonidas. He is middle aged, tall, and has impassable leader ship skills. It is day three of the battle and
every single Spartan remain standing strong in the thunderous weather, both motionless, and emotionless.
Two hundred and ninety nine are on the edge of exhaustion, except for one, king Leonidas himself, battle torn
but still strong. The rain is coming down hard and the Spartans take advantage of it to take a break from battle
but not enough time to sleep.
The sun begins to lower and king Leonidas gathers all three hundred of his battle ready Spartans, and so the
king and his Spartans continue to march north to the heart of the Persian army. It is now day five of the
Spartan campaign and they have made encounters with the second horde of Persians. King Leonidas has
begun to loose men, they fought hard but they have lost fifty men in only their second encounter of the
Persians. The kings arms where cut and he was bleeding out, his spear began to fill heavy, his hands became
saw, his vision was blurred due to exhaustion, and his sandals where falling apart. But he stood out from the
rest of the Spartans because he ignored all of it he ignored the cut arm, the blurred vision, the saw, hands, the
heavy spear, and the broken sandals and still fought with courage and honour. The sun glared on his blood
red cape and his six inch spear head