The Spartan Pony

Deep, deep in the dark forest known as the Everfree was a old and withered temple, or tomb if you prefer. It was made by a clan of  Pegasi in long forgotten times and hidden deep in the pages of history. There bravery was astonishing. There skill was unbeatable. They were the best. They were Spartans.

Little did anyone know that there was one still breathing. And now fate had decided that his part has come to play and see this world again. And make a difference to it.

"ahh!" the warrior was trained not to scream but when the last thing you remember was a Elephant charging its tusk into the side of your wing and then waking up in a dark, damp and cold enclosed space really makes you freak out.

The Spartan used his strength to push the huge slab of rock in front of him up. After the slab was completely off he sat up. 'where am I?' He thought. 'Well, it certainly isn't what I thought the heavens to be.' He looked around only able to see a small amount of light coming through a hole in the sealing. "Zeus? Posiedon? Apollo?" He said with curiosity, then he saw the the rest of the room. thing no warrior would ever want to see.

Row after row of graves.  This was not the heavens, this was a tomb of his brothers. and at the very middle, his king, Leonidas.

"my brothers!" he yelled. he ran from tombstone to tombstone making his respects to all three-hundred of them. They had lost. He and failed to even Die in battle. he made it to Leonidas eventually. How he could tell was there was gold and this tombstone was bigger than the others and in the centre of this huge square room.

"My king" he said putting his helmet on the ground and kneeling in respect. "I have failed you and every Spartan in this room. I am not worthy of you any more. I will venture out into this world and I will find my place, and regain my honour if I can. That my king is a promise!"

After a few minutes he grabbed his shield, sword and spear that were in his crypt with him and made his way out by climbing up and out of the hole in the roof. When he reached the top he stood and looked on at the huge over grown forest in front of him. He still had  questions in his mind though.

'Why am I still alive? How long has it been? What happened to Sparta?' he thought over and over again. He didn't let that stop the task ahead of him though. He readied his wings and jumped into the air...... And fell... when he hit the floor he shrugging off the pain like he was tort to. "Okay maybe my wing is more damaged than I thought."