You were a simple slave in Sparta. Sure, you were born into servitude, bound your masters and never face freedom, but it wasn’t too bad. You got to live in a nice house, raise two littelns, and you never had to deal with your master because he was off fighting in the war with the Athens!

But that all was flipped upside down when, on one summer day while you were looking for the two children you looked after, to bring them back to the house for supper, saw something otherworldly. The two were stacked on top of each other, the top one, the sister, holding out a flower. But that wasn’t the strange part. The strange part was the gigantic Athenian boy leaning against a cliff , and was looking down on them, looking amused. He was the stereotype of an Athenian in this time, lanky and feminine. But definitely not giant.