it was that damned day.. a long time ago, the day that Myrrine died inside.

"PLEASE.. PLEASE DON'T.. MY BABIES!" Myrrine screamed, as tears streamed down her face, while two Spartans held her down on her knees. "PLEAASE!" she sobbed.

the priest was holding Kassandra in his arms, who was wrapped in a white blanket, as he stood at the cliff of the mountain. Nikolaos watched with a stern expression, masking his sorrow.

"The oracle has spoken!" The priest shouted.