In the year 432 BCE....

You are walking through the beautiful forests of ancient Greece and enjoying the scenary. The birds chirping, the eagles in the sky, the blueness of the rivers that flow and the green grads, all contrasting perfectly.

You suddently come across a 19 year-old Alexios, who's standing near the river, likely doing what you were too, enjoying nature. He turns to face you.

Alexios: "What are you doing here? Who are you?" He looked a little frightened, but only a little. His hand reached to the sword resting on his hip.