The Spartan

The time has come. The time to rise. The time to thrive. The time to conquer.

The cutthroat game is about to happen. It always plays out the same.

The victor is happy, but the overpowered city-state is not.

Intimidation, impoverished, and languished times are the result for the defeated.

Is the fighting worth it? Why execute a deed to hurt someone and do atrocious acts to them?

Is that the dream? Is that the main intention?

That is not why I fight. I do it for my city-state.

I do it to defend my family. To defend my people. To make my sovereign stronger.

Blood and cruelty just come along with the job; the intention is to win at all costs.

The action makes all of the difference. Worthless intentions have no significance, no acceptance, no reason.

But regardless, “This is Sparta."