A WARRIOR FOR GREECE

It was growing dark, a mid noon. The rains arrived early this year. I was walking in the woods, the trees forming a canopy around me, and suddenly it started raining. At first it was a gentle pitter-patter, but soon it turned into an incessant, deafening rainstorm. I had to find a shelter or I would have been swept away by the flood I was sure would be oncoming. Then I remembered that I was hundreds of miles away from Greece, my kingdom, the nearest inhabited settlement.

That is when I found the stream. It looked like a heaven in the devil's land. Clear, sparkling and fresh, unaffected by the roaring rainstorm. A boat came floating by, carrying the smell of the gods, complete with an oar and a rudder. I knew that it was sent by the almighty, and that he wanted me to return. I climbed into the boat and it seemed as if He guided it, for it was undeterred by the fast winds and the high waves.

It deposited me at the banks of Acheron, the river of my kingdom when I was suddenly aware that there was something under the seat. I took it out and beheld a shining sword and a lustrous shield. I tied them on my back and as soon as I stepped off the boat, it sank. I looked at the far gates of Greece which greeted a new warrior for its army- Achilles.


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