The oracle's words stand as a warning.
A prophecy.
Sparta will fall.
All of Greece will fall,
and Persian fire will reduce Athens to tinder.
For Athens is a pile of stone and wood and cloth and dust,
and as dust will vanish into the wind.
Only the Athenians themselves exist.
And the fate of the world hangs on their every syllable.
Only the Athenians exist.
And only stout wooden ships can save them.
Wooden ships, and a tidal wave of heroes' blood.
Leonidas, my husband.
Leonidas, your king.
Leonidas and the brave 300 are dead.
The free men and and women of Greece are not bound by a beautiful Spartan Death.
War is not their love yet he lay down his life for them.
For the promise Greece holds.
It is our enemies who forged our freedom in the fires of war.
It was king Darius who came to take our land.
Ten years ago when you still burn in our eyes, before this bitter war forced our children to become men.
Ten years ago, this war began.
As all wars begin; with a grievance.
Marathon.
The Persian king Darius,
annoyed by the notion of Greek freedom,
has come to Greece to bring us to heel.
He makes landfall at the field of Marathon with an invading force
which outnumbers the Greek defenders three to one.
And so at dawn the hopeless Athenians do the unthinkable.
They attack.
They attack the weary Persians as they disembark their ships on shaky legs after a month at sea.
They attack before they can establish their warcamp and supply their soldiers.
And who is the architect of this mad strategy?
A little known Athenian soldier..
His men called him Themistocles.
He gives the Persians the taste of Athenian shock combat.
All thoughts of glory are gone.
Thousands dead, hundreds of them their own,
all for an idea, a free Greece.
An Athenian experiment called democracy.
Could this idea be worth it? Worth all these sacrifices?
Themistocles would let the good King Darius decide.
For through the chaos, a moment appeared,
and Themistocles would seize it.
A moment that would ring across the centuries,
a moment that would raise him from simple soldier,
to the height of the Athenian political power.
A moment that would make Themistocles a legend.
Yet even as the praise and glory was heaped upon him,
Themistocles knew in his heart he'd made a mistake.
It was Darius' son, Xerxes
his eyes have the stinks of destiny about them.
Themistocles knew he should've killed that boy.
That glorious mistake would forever haunt him.
And so it was Themistocles himself who sent the ripple across the Persian empire.
And set into motion forces that would bring fire to the heart of Greece.
For as the good king lay dying,
all his greatest generals and advisors were summoned to his bedside,
non greater than his finest naval commander;
Artemisia.
Her ferocity bested only by her beauty.
Her beauty matched only by her devotion to her king.
Darius favored Artemisia among his generals.
For she had brought him victory on the battlefield.
In her, he had the perfect warrior protegee
that his son Xerxes would never be.
So sweet, my child...
My sweet...child...
Father...
Xerxes.... do not repeat your father's mistake,
leave the noble Greeks to the waste.
only the Gods can defeat them,
only the Gods.
For seven days Xerxes mourned. Paralyzed by grief.
On the 8th day,
Artemisia whispered the seed of madness that would consume him.
Your fathers words... without a warning,
but a challenge.
Only the gods can defeat the Greeks.
You will be a God king.
Artemisia gathered the priests, wizards and mystics from every corner of the empire.
They wrapped the young king in simarian gauze dipped in ancient potions.
<And set him to the one of the deserts.
To inner delerium of heat and thirst..
He stumbled upon a hermit's cave.
Xerxes passed the vacant eyes,
an empty soul of hollowed creature that dwelled in a dark corners
of all men's hearts.
And in that darkness,
he surrendered himself completely,
to power so evil and perverse.
But as he emerged, no part of a human man that was, Xerxes survived.
His eyes blaze like scarlet cause.
He was stripped, cleansed, glamorous and smooth.
Xerxes was reborn a God.
Artemisia trusted no one.
So in the cover of night,
the palace was cleaned of all Xerxes allies.
All those he trusted,
all those who had raised him,
all those he had once looked to for counsel,
were quickly introduced to her wrath.
And as the God king stood before his people,
Artemisia watched her flawless manipulation take shape.
For glory's sake,
the vengence sake,
War!
War is coming to Greece.
In the visage of a monster army over a million strong.
It should be little more than a formality for Themistocles,
the hero of Marathon.
To finish what he began.
Please, we must appeal to Xerxes reasons.
Coward.
Athens is a city of power!
Shut your cockle! Shut your own!
Silence!
This is a democracy, not a street fight!
The Persian attack will come from both the north and the south.
- The City states should negotiate a truce. - Yes, yes we must negotiate.
Negotiating tyranny...
Give me one example of when that has ever profited a nation.
My fellow countrymen, we can only judge the future.
From what we had suffered in the past.
Now many of you here stood with me at Marathon,
and for those of you who served and face the cut and thrust of battle,
you know how true peace is forged.
Do not be deceived.
Xerxes, the son of Darius is a wolf at our door.
Right here, right now.
We must choose, do we stand and fight for Greece or not?
Agras..
Corinth, Megara, Athens..
Not even Sparta can match the Persians alone.
We must persevere as one nation.
or we will perish clean onto our own self interests.
Send us the ships that we need to defend Greece.
Themistocles would need more than our city's ships.
He will need our children to join the fight.
- And what of Sparta? - We send every ship that we have,
to the northern coast of Evia.
I'll go and seek the help,
of the great Spartans.
Still no word from the messenger you sent to Sparta.
King Leonidas may have been insulted by your generous offer.
Perhaps we need to march to Sparta myself and burn it into the ground.
Remember.. when a king is loved as I am,
much can be accomplished.
He will be forced to resist my divine power.
Athens is attempting to assemble a coalition.
It will be nothing more than bunch work of ships.
Once this water has been diverse, I will lead my force across the land. I will remind the cowards of Greece that we have not forgotten their insolence.
Rest and water the horses. It's best I go alone.
Spartans don't get along well with others.
- Spartans. - Themistocles..
You old snake.. What brings you to Sparta?
I've come to see Leonidas to warn him the Persians are on the march.
Well you are too late. A Persian messenger
already presented these terms to Leonidas.
A symbolic offer of earth and water.
Spartans, know this and know it well.
It ain't Spartan’s finest moment.
The greatest fulfillment of all he holds dear,
is that moment, when he has fought his heart out for the preservation of Sparta,
and lies dead on the battlefield,
victorious.
Now... who's willing to die at our king side?
Themistocles...
You've come a long way to stroke your cock whilst watching real men train.
Queen Gorgo. Shouldn't you be training them to live at their king's side?
A new age is downing over.
It won't be long before men rise up and shed the oak of mysticism and tyranny. - That sounds like a threat. - No...
An opportunity to join the rest of free Greece and stand against the true tyrant.
Unless of course you and Leonidas had already made a deal with Xerxes.
No terms were reached, except his messenger was, well he was rude and lacks respect.
He didn't understand the same threats he made in Thebes and Athens would not work here.
This is the birthplace of world's greatest warriors.
Men whose king would stand and fight and die for anyone of them.
Xerxes messenger did not understand that this is no typical Greek city state.
This is Sparta.
So it was clear to the messenger, there would be no Spartan submission?
It was clear. Even now Leonidas is in counsel
with the Oracle over his battle plan.
Festival of the Carne is all that stands in our way.
Surely the Oracle will see we must fight.
Well then the timing is perfect.
I am commanding a fleet of ships that will represent the united Greece.
I need Sparta to join me.
Give me your ships Gorgo, and I will make sure that Xerxes
wishes he'd never crosses the edge again.
You will receive no Spartan ship. We are not interested in a united Greece.
That is your dream, Themistocles, not ours.
All I'm concerned with is the preservation of Sparta.
My guards will see you out.
It's funny that you mock freedom here in your selfish isolation.
Yet freedom and her wisdom,
has chosen you to defend her.
My Queen...
Will Sparta join our fight?
Apparently the Persians had offered the Spartan something they can not refuse.
And what is that?
A beautiful death.
They say you are the bravest among captains.
They say you're a whore from the Eastern seas.
And not the smartest.
Your commander is a Greek just like me.
You Persian men, takes your orders from a Greek woman.
Yes my brother, I am Greek by birth.
And I have Greek blood running through my veins.
But my heart...
is Persian.
Within hours,
Greek fleet will be shut.
What about master? And the much feared Spartans?
There is nothing to fear.
Only King Leonidas and his personal guards of 300,
have marched to fight.
Look abrupt instantly.
You..
Do you agree?
Many will perish..
Your confidence leaves me with a strong impression.
It's a curious thing for a simple ship guard,
to not learn his eyes when questioned by me.
I think you just
lack of discipline.
A man's hands do not lie.
They can reveal every imperfections and flaws in his character.
You see, your hands are not rough enough to work rigging of the ship.
I know every single man beneath my lash. Can you explain to me,
how I don't know you?
Forgive me Commander.
Let me introduce myself.
Seize the spy!
Coward.
Storm is upon us.
It's just some bad Greek whether.
Themistocles. - Come.
- Calisto, what is spoken here must not be repeated,
anywhere.
My son has not earn the right to sit at the table of combat veterans,
but you can trust him.
Very well.
Tell me.
A Greek women commands all the Xerxes' ships to the South.
Artemisia, I know of her.
Artemisia is murderous by trade which whose skills at sea.
and she has thirst for vengeance.
Her entire family was murdered by a squad of Greek hoplite.
I have heard all the stories. The hoplite spared no one on that day.
The story goes that they raped and murdered her entire family.
When they turned their attention towards her..
After years of being kept in a bower in Greek slave ship,
she was discarded and left for dead.
Where she was found near death by a Persian in se.
Artemisia vowed that day to return to Greece,
only when she could watch it burn.
She was fed, clothed and trained by the finest warriors
of the Persian empire.
To no match could be found for her skills and gifts with the sword.
Great King Darius was impressed by her commitment.
And she quickly rose to Commander at his side.
She has sold her soul to death himself.
Well some could say I sold mine to Greece.
- What do you think? - Me?
Yes, you are the future of this country.
I am ready to fight.
I like him, must come from you.
We will need every last man. Well he's still just a boy.
A much younger had defended our country, father.
Enough!
You are a dreamer and will speak of this no more.
Themistocles, I set your plan in motion
and my land force will be assemble by the second day.
You won't be needed.
I can assure you of that.
Now is bad news. Leonidas has marched north to the hot gates.
Bad news? The Spartans at the hot gates,
our victory is assured.
If the army will with him.
Between the Oracle and Carny, Leonidas has marched with just 300 men,
so the only thing standing between Athens and total annihilation
is Leonidas and 300 Spartans.
Go search out the veterans among them, establish an order among the volunteers.
Good. A little time to teach them some of the strategies.
Just keep them well fed..
and sober.
- Anything else? - It wouldn't hurt if they could swing a sword.
I'll be damned!
- Shit! - Your father know that you're here?
No, sir.
- And the shield and sword? - My grandfathers'.
My mother entrusted them to me this morning.
- Well, she gave you her blessing? - Yes, sir.
It's a sharp blade no less.
Your father is preparing a surprise raid early tomorrow.
I choose to fight here, now.
Come aboard my ship, it is where you will fight.
Yes, sir.
We have just over 50 ships.
Persian forces are reported a number in a thousand.
Those ships appear hardly sea-worthy.
They are nothing like the monster ships or Persian fleets.
Then we have the advantage. Speed ​​and maneuverability.
Rest this city stakes in any of them handful to a single ship, of course it happens. Supply the balance.
We have report that a small advance force of Persian ships are taken refuge from a storm just across the strait.
When the weather breaks, we can hit them at dawn.
- An early Greek victory. - The gods has given us an oppurtunity
to wound the Persian and strengthen the Greek moral.
A tempting distraction. We'll stick to the battle plan.
Today at sundown we'll sail out to meet to the main Persian fleet.
We'll attack them in the open water with no short to narrow the battle.
To attack a force of over a thousand ships
with army full of force is suicide.
Such is my plan.
Look at their excuse for a navy.
Their ships are our little threats.
I need a second in command, Artamis.
And whoever proves their excellence, will own place beside me.
General Bandari has offered to lead the first attack. Bandari!
- Commander? - I let you lead our first offense.
What guarantee do I have that you will bring me a quick victory?
- My word and my life. - Good.
- My rules of engagement? - Humiliate the Greeks and lay waste to their tiny ships.
They will be dead to the last man.
My brothers, steady your hearts,
look deep into your soul.
For your mental is to be tested this day.
If in the heat of battle,
you need a reason to fight on,
An idea.. for which you will give up all that you'll ever have.
You need only to look at the man who fights at your side.
This is the why of battle.
This is the brotherhood of men and arms.
An unbreakable bond made stronger by the cruisifer of the combat.
You'll never be close with all those who shed your blood with.
For there is no nobler cause than to fight for those
who would lay down their life for you.
So you fight strong today.
You fight for your brothers.
Fight for your families.
Most of all you fight for Greece!
And there is only one thing to make sure of when the fighting starts.
What's that?
Don't get killed on the first day.
That goes for the rest of you.
Persian ships are strong at the front,
but they are weak in the middle. We attack them there.
Now!
Round up!
Reverse! Now!
Go through them!
The enemy's tactics are creative.
The defensive circle is no front to assault.
- We are losing. - No, you are losing.
Pull back. Let them have this day.
I'm bored with your failures, Bandari.
I will not let this wound slow me.
Somehow, I believe you.
My blade will be sharp and ready by the morning.
Good. Tomorrow you will fight alongside your father.
- Not bad for bunch of farmers. - And poets and sculptors.
Who would've known a group of untrained men would do so well
against such a conceivable abyss?
We are going to need all of our strengths for tomorrow's fight.
How long do you think we can hold them?
If my plan is to work..
Long enough for the Spartans to unite Greece.
Men! Who shall share their wine with me?
- Report! - We are still tallying the losses.
But you must understand
it is extremely difficult
even the sea and ..
Report?
75 ships lost. 30 damaged beyond repair.
20 could return with a few weeks work in a safe harbour.
The commander of the Greek forces named Themistocles?
Yes, he is an Athenian general.
He is rumored to have lose the arrow that fell the great King Darius himself.
This Themistocles has shown himself to be quite brilliant in battle,
which is more than I can say for any of you.
Do you gentlemen find my command unreasonable?
Is it too much to ask for victory?
Your dissapointment in yesterday's losses is warranted.
My dissapointment?
My dissapointment is not with my losses.
A mere number of damaged ships and dead slaves means nothing to me. No.
My dissapontment..
is in these men.
For though I stand among ten thousand,
I am alone.
I long for a soul who would stand by my side,
who I can trust.
Tell me General Kashani, are you that man?
You will taste your victory by the day's end.
I will make certain of it.
I hope so.
Advance!
Now!
Got any sights of them?
- The Greeks are retreated. - He's got him right where he wants him.
Kashani is a fine tactician.
I was speaking of Themistocles.
Rocks!
Stop!
Brace yourselves!
- What are you doing here? - A man's responsibility is to
protect his family and his nation.
- Who told you this? - My father.
You see how Themistocles employ deception with such grace?
Why is it so much to ask a victory?
- How can i make amend... - Silence.
You will carry a message for me.
Now they will fear us! Now they will fear the Greek men!
He's right!
Fear the Greek fighting men. Fear his sword, his shield.
Fear his love for Mother Greece.
But most of all..
Fear his freedom!
Do not get angry with the boy.
- I took him under my command. - Anger is something I reserved for my enemies.
Themistocles!
Artemisia's ship is being anchored in neutral waters.
- She'd like to meet with Themistocles. - How can you guarantee his safe return?
Well, boy,
the only honor for her now will be when she watches your crushed,
and broken fleet sink into the bottom of the Aegean.
and is able to recognize you
nailed to the mast of your ship with her sword,
as you descent to a waterly grave.
Why didn't you just say that in the beginning?
Welcome to my humble barge.
We are honored by your presence.
Your barge and you, are quiet impressive.
Kind words..
Now come Themistocles, we have much to discuss.
Do you believe the Greeks are descended from the gods?
I have heard some say that.
And what of you? Still a god, a new lineage?
My menses are base to blast today's battle.
I say there's a spoken of the divine in you.
Now who's using the kind words?
My men used to say it was you who slayed the good King Darius at Marathon.
Many heroic deeds occured on that day.
It was 10 years ago.
Facts of battle are often reimeged.
This deed you would remember.
I do what I must to defend Greece.
And I do what I must to defeat her.
For every one Greek killed, you must kill a thousand Persian.
For every ship I sink,
you must sink a hundred.
Against the same losses for weeks, months,
if need be.
My numbers will defeat you. And I will take your precious boats with my sword, I will take your Greek freedom.
You asking me to negotiate a surrender?
No..
I offer you a chance to avoid such misery and join me.
I'm in need of a commander such as you.
Look at the defense you've mounted.
A handful of tyring. Leonidas with 300 Spartans.
It is insulting frankly that the mightiest empire the world has ever seen is made by this.
I didn't blame you, Themistocles.
You fought as if the blood of Poseidon himself was causing through your veins.
No, I blame Greece.
The swabling bureaucrats protecting their political
hide by sending you here to die.
And yet you still fight.
So there must be.. what?
A family back home in Athens that compels you to..
battle with such passion.
Truth is, I had no time for family.
I have spent my entire adult life with my one true love,
the Greek Fleet.. and my one passion,
readying it for you.
Now that brings me pleasure the thoughts of you hiving away from me,
saking family and love,
for the promise for deeper ecstacy.
The ecstasy you steal in flesh,
death and knives,
of rage.. and sweat of muscle.
of pure joy,
and deepest sorrow.
Dine with me tonight and be born with me each morning,
as you plunged your sword into the hearts of our enemies.
You fight for freedom,
I offer a freedom without consequence or responsibility.
Join me.
At my side.
Breath each breath with me, as if it were your last.
Join me.
No.
You are no god, you are just a man.
Be quick with your sword.
You'll not have your death tonight. Guards!
Remove this filth from my ship.
Well, what have you learned?
Can Artemisia be beat?
The next time that we face her, she's going to bring all of hell with her.
Send in my personal guard.
- Pull back! - Retreat!
Retreat!
Themistocles, in the water!
Archers, on deck now!
Step inside!
Fire at will!
Fight on, boy! Fight on.
Aim for the man on top! Aim for him!
Abandon ship!
The dead have no guilt. No responsibility.
Themistocles watches the bodies of his men turned The Aegean red with blood.
Were they sacrifice for his ego?
Or to relive the guilt of long ago mistake at Marathon?
How many men would have been saved if Themistocles had killed that boy?
Not even his own soul can be sure.
My friend, we'll fought the odd
together.
Listen to me, Themistocles.
You'll have to fight with twice as much strength in the morning.
- We'll fight shoulder to shoulder. - No, my son.
You carry on for both of us.
What did he say?
I will tell you in time, boy.
Quiet now.
God be with your father's spirit.
How many times do you think we'll repeat such a tragedy?
As many times as we must.
We are turning young men into memories.
Do you think I enjoy this?
Witnessing my friend's last breath,
every widow that has made by my decision,
every child who'll grow up without a father.
They are my choices. This is the burden of my command.
How easy is it to silence a strong and self destruct..
Let my army witness the great warriors of Sparta.
March them past these corpses.
Let them see the cost of daring to challenge the god-king.
King Leonidas and his brave 300
were the finest Greece has to offer.
There will be no saviors to rise up and vanquish us.
Nothing will stop the march of my empire.
Your majesty..
You! Take this dead king's sword to Athens.
Let them know that I am coming next for them.
Let them know.. Athens, their priced jewel of a city,
will disappear from the history.
Themistocles!
I bring word from Thermopylae.
Leonidas was betrayed by a hunchback. The Spartans has been slaughtered.
The hot gates are falling..
Such a sacrifice.
Now Greece has her martyr.
Daxos, take that message from the hot gates,
to every city, to village and to every countrymen.
- Hear your words. - But they are dead,all of them.
Sparta's sacrifice will be what unites us.
Now, go!
Move all of our ships and men back to the safety of sound.
- And you? - I will take Daxos's massage to Athens.
I was told a hunchback was accountable for the fall of the hot gates.
That he sold out his country.
For the crimson from his back and replace it with Persian gold.
What is your name, traitor?
Ephialtes of Thrace.
I shall wet this noble blade with your blood.
and you would be right to do so.
There is little beauty about me.
and there is a little beauty in what I have done.
Say what you must.
I beg of you.
and all of Athens.
The God King will burn this city to the ground.
Quiet yourself.
Leonidas and the Spartans' great sacrifice,
was no defeat.
It was a beautiful victory.
This simple act of valor,
will allow us to rally each of our city states,
and unite Greece, for one purpose,
against one enemy.
And you,you take this message to your God King,
That we will take whatever ships we have left,
and finish this in bay of Salamis.
- But there will be death and destruction? - Yes.
There will be.
Themistocles.
I'm here to speak to the queen.
I warn you Athenian, you may not receive a warm welcome.
May I offer my deepest sympathies,
we can not change what has happened to Leonidas.
But his sacrifice will not be forgotten.
Do not lecture me on sacrifice and be quick with your words, Athenian.
I request of you the entire Spartan navy.
Every man, every ship that you can spare.
Have I not given enough for your dream of united Greece?
Shall I put sword in the hands of my son? Our children?
Would that please you?
Have I not given enough for your ambitions, Themistocles?
A King, husbands, fathers, brothers. Sparta will give no more.
This belongs with you.
Avenge him!
Oracle's words stood as a warning. All of Greece will fall.
As Persian fire reduces the Athens to tinder.
For Athens is a pile of stone and wood and cloth and dust.
and as dust would vanish into the wind.
Only the Athenian themselves exist.
And the fate of the world hangs on their every syllable.
Only the Athenians exist.
and only stout wooden ships can save them.
Wooden ships...
and a tidal waves of heroes' blood.
The Greeks would be fools to stand against us.
Leonidas and Sparta is no match for the will of the God's.
Themistocles wasn't worthless coward,
and now his pathetic navy is barely worth the attention.
That worthless coward has stood up my side wounded up laying world at your feet.
My king.. your humble servant.
brings you news. The Greek fleets are defendless.
Within the bay of Salamis, you need only finish them.
Who commands their forces?
Themistocles of Athens.
Themistocles is dead.
He's alive. I have seen him myself.
Ready my troops and armors. We'll attack at once.
Where is them?
Will have to send a probin force to confirm it is not a trap.
You would dare to advise me on matter of war?
I am the God king. I am the one who triumph over Leonidas.
I am the one who laid waste of the shore piece of Athens.
I am your king.
Killing Leonidas and his men only made them martyrs.
And when you erased Athens,
you set fire to the only thing of value in this country.
We will attack the Greeks with my entire navy.
Artemisia, enough!
Do not forget who put the crown on your childish head, My King.
Now sit on your golden throne,
and watch this battle from the safety I provide you.
There in the distance, we witness the destruction of Athens.
Alone, we will face the monster that cast a shadow across our land.
I had prayed that the Spartans would come to
lend a hand in this morning.
Perhaps they feel they've given enough.
You've failed us all.
This is your fault, Themistocles.
Without the Spartan we are just farmhands.
We should've negotiated with the Persians when we had the chance.
You are all right.
Yes, we are down to a handful of boats.
and yes, we are just farmhands.
We are tradesmen. We are boys.
turned to men through the sacrifice.
in forge of combat.
I played a dangerous game and I lost.
If you choose to turn your back on me, on your country,
I will not judge you. You are free to leave.
You are still free men.
Very well.
Then let us put our shoulders to work,
and free those ships from the bosom of Greece.
Today is a privilege to call our own.
A story that would be told for a thousand years.
Let our final stand be recorded to the history.
Let it be shown that we chose to die on our feet,
rather than live on our knees.
There is only one thing you need to know today.
Not to get killed.
No.
Your father's last words.
He told me you had earned the right to sit at the table.
Well my brother, no more tactics and tricks.
This will be the last battle that we share.
We were full next to one another for as long as I can remember.
Nothing will please me more than to rest this sword.
- The preparation that I require... - Below deck.
Good.
- Are you sure that you want to commit everything? - Yes.
Without Artemisia's command, the Persian navy is nothing.
- We will never be able to reach her. - I will reach her.
And put an end to this.
There will be no room for a retreat.
I know.
Today the last Greek ships will be destroyed.
Show them no mercy! Give them no quarter!
Today we will dance above the backs of dead Greeks.
Today we deliver submission.
Today, I wanna feel Themistocles' throat beneath my boots.
Men! Brace yourselves!
Attack!
Your father watches you! Hold nothing back! Feel your glory!
I'm not here as a witness!
Now!
Let them send their souls straight to hell!
You offered freedom without consequence or responsibility.
Are you accepting my offer?
My answer is still no.
You fight much harder than you fuck.
Surrender to me or meet your death.
Who do you fight, if not for me?
No one could challenge your skill.
I would rather die a free man than as a slave,
even if the chain was attached to you,
It begins as a whisper, a promise.
A lightest of breezes dances through the rigging,
as it creaks above the death cries of ten thousand men.
It moves through her hair as gently as a lover's hand.
That breeze, that promise became a wind.
A wind that was blown across Greece carrying a message told again and again
of our lady freedom.
and how wise she was to charge Leonidas to lay all at her feet.
A wind my brothers have sacrificed.
A wind of freedom.
A wind of justise.
A wind of vengeance.
You're being surrounded. All of Greece has united against you.
Delphi, Thebes, Olympia, Arcadia and Sparta.
If death comes for me today, I'm ready.
I could lower my sword.
There is still time for you to ready a launch, escape.
It would be a poor choice, to force my hand into action.
Now all your ships to disengage and surrender to me.
Surrender?
resynced and corrected by fedorafinesse at subscene :)