It was known among the ancient Greek world that Sparta was ruthless. Absolutely ruthless. In comparison to their nemesis, Athens, they looked barbaric. Where Athens would live along the saying 'mens sana in corpore sano' , which means 'a healthy soul in a healthy body' , Sparta would only focus on the body and creating warriors. That is why they start the training of boys when they're only seven years old.

At seven years old, boys would get removed from their mothers, who stood coldly at the sidelines when it happened, and live together as they trained for becoming a Spartan warrior. Of course, they did learn how to write and read, even how to play an instrument, but the real focus was on the combat lessons in the Agoge. This was also the case for Androgeos.

It may seem weird, but he remembered the vividly what his mother had said to him once some soldiers had wanted to take him to the agoge at his seven years old. His mother had stood in front of him, her arms crossed and a cold look on her face as tears of panic had been running over his cheeks.

"Child," she had said to him as she handed him a shield, "you will either carry this, or get carried on it."

He hadn't known what she had meant that day. Now, nine years later he knew what she had meant. He would either win in a war due to his military training, or he would get carried back on his shield, dead, for it was an honour to die in battle.

Androgeos was talking to one of his friends, a smirk on his face as he leaned on a sword. He was a handsome young man: blond and wavy hair, grey eyes and a nice toned pysique. He wore a white perizoma - nothing more.