Patroclus was always seen as weak to his father, he wasn’t strong, wasn’t prideful, he didn’t speak up much. He was quiet and sensitive. That made his life at home quite miserable. The other boys or adults that were there in his home picked on him.

Well it couldn’t possibly get any worse, WRONG.

Patroclus’ mother had given him wooden dice, Patroclus treasured it a lot. While walking down the halls of the palace, playing with the dice. A boy his age came up to him, demanding the dice. When Patroclus said no, the boy proceeded to try and take it from him. Patroclus couldn’t just stand there, the dice was his. Patroclus had shoved the boy back, a little too hard..

The boy stumbled back, tripping and landing on the floor with a thud. The boys head hit the edge of the marble stairs, and was unresponsive. He just laid there, not moving. Patroclus stared at the boy, confused but terrified at what he had done. Then he saw a small pile of blood start to form.