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With everything that had been happening lately, and the sense of foreboding that the Captain felt from all of it, he found himself being drawn to the temple of Ares more and more often. He was always a believer, praying to Ares as a child to bless him in his future military career, and though he felt his own skill and hard work were partially responsible for how far he had gone, he also thanked Ares for it as well. He was sure that the God had something to do with it.
That evening once all the training with his men had been completed and the evening meal had been shared, he found himself preparing for yet another trip to the temple. This time, he had a particular companion in mind. Daxos, the soldier who had so fervently worshipped their shared god just a few short years ago, and curiously seemed to have lost his passion for such things. He thought to spark that passion for worship in him once more, he also thought that the more people who were praying for the safety of the Colchian soldiers, the better. The foreboding feeling Maleos had might have been nothing but his own mind playing tricks, but he would rather be safe.
And so, he had descended from his office in the barracks they had been assigned in Midas, and sought out Daxos, telling him that they were going to the temple. He did not think the other male would argue, he had always been an obedient soldier, a trait that Maleos admired in him, one that he himself also held.
The ride there was a quiet one, the evening slowly turning towards night as the two men made their way to the outskirts of Midas where the temple to their God was. The Captain dismounted, there would be no blood sacrifice this day, as Maleos had just done so on his last visit.
“Tell me Daxos, when was the last time you found yourself here?” He asked curiously, recalling the almost crazed devotion the man once had to Ares. He could recall with clarity his actions the night they had slain the ambushing barbarians.
He stood with the other outside the temple as they spoke, wishing to converse a little with him before they went inside and prayed. There wouldn’t be much time for talking once the two of them were inside and otherwise occupied. Normally Maleos wasn’t one to idly converse with others, but over the years of having Daxos under his command, he had begun to feel a kinship with the man. He reminded him a little of himself, at least in terms of his passion and his background. He had been working on trying to get Daxos the promotion he yearned for. It was only a few short years ago that Maleos had been the same, a common soldier with dreams for greater things. Timaeus had helped him out in those days, and now he wished to do the same for Daxos.
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With everything that had been happening lately, and the sense of foreboding that the Captain felt from all of it, he found himself being drawn to the temple of Ares more and more often. He was always a believer, praying to Ares as a child to bless him in his future military career, and though he felt his own skill and hard work were partially responsible for how far he had gone, he also thanked Ares for it as well. He was sure that the God had something to do with it.
That evening once all the training with his men had been completed and the evening meal had been shared, he found himself preparing for yet another trip to the temple. This time, he had a particular companion in mind. Daxos, the soldier who had so fervently worshipped their shared god just a few short years ago, and curiously seemed to have lost his passion for such things. He thought to spark that passion for worship in him once more, he also thought that the more people who were praying for the safety of the Colchian soldiers, the better. The foreboding feeling Maleos had might have been nothing but his own mind playing tricks, but he would rather be safe.
And so, he had descended from his office in the barracks they had been assigned in Midas, and sought out Daxos, telling him that they were going to the temple. He did not think the other male would argue, he had always been an obedient soldier, a trait that Maleos admired in him, one that he himself also held.
The ride there was a quiet one, the evening slowly turning towards night as the two men made their way to the outskirts of Midas where the temple to their God was. The Captain dismounted, there would be no blood sacrifice this day, as Maleos had just done so on his last visit.
“Tell me Daxos, when was the last time you found yourself here?” He asked curiously, recalling the almost crazed devotion the man once had to Ares. He could recall with clarity his actions the night they had slain the ambushing barbarians.
He stood with the other outside the temple as they spoke, wishing to converse a little with him before they went inside and prayed. There wouldn’t be much time for talking once the two of them were inside and otherwise occupied. Normally Maleos wasn’t one to idly converse with others, but over the years of having Daxos under his command, he had begun to feel a kinship with the man. He reminded him a little of himself, at least in terms of his passion and his background. He had been working on trying to get Daxos the promotion he yearned for. It was only a few short years ago that Maleos had been the same, a common soldier with dreams for greater things. Timaeus had helped him out in those days, and now he wished to do the same for Daxos.
With everything that had been happening lately, and the sense of foreboding that the Captain felt from all of it, he found himself being drawn to the temple of Ares more and more often. He was always a believer, praying to Ares as a child to bless him in his future military career, and though he felt his own skill and hard work were partially responsible for how far he had gone, he also thanked Ares for it as well. He was sure that the God had something to do with it.
That evening once all the training with his men had been completed and the evening meal had been shared, he found himself preparing for yet another trip to the temple. This time, he had a particular companion in mind. Daxos, the soldier who had so fervently worshipped their shared god just a few short years ago, and curiously seemed to have lost his passion for such things. He thought to spark that passion for worship in him once more, he also thought that the more people who were praying for the safety of the Colchian soldiers, the better. The foreboding feeling Maleos had might have been nothing but his own mind playing tricks, but he would rather be safe.
And so, he had descended from his office in the barracks they had been assigned in Midas, and sought out Daxos, telling him that they were going to the temple. He did not think the other male would argue, he had always been an obedient soldier, a trait that Maleos admired in him, one that he himself also held.
The ride there was a quiet one, the evening slowly turning towards night as the two men made their way to the outskirts of Midas where the temple to their God was. The Captain dismounted, there would be no blood sacrifice this day, as Maleos had just done so on his last visit.
“Tell me Daxos, when was the last time you found yourself here?” He asked curiously, recalling the almost crazed devotion the man once had to Ares. He could recall with clarity his actions the night they had slain the ambushing barbarians.
He stood with the other outside the temple as they spoke, wishing to converse a little with him before they went inside and prayed. There wouldn’t be much time for talking once the two of them were inside and otherwise occupied. Normally Maleos wasn’t one to idly converse with others, but over the years of having Daxos under his command, he had begun to feel a kinship with the man. He reminded him a little of himself, at least in terms of his passion and his background. He had been working on trying to get Daxos the promotion he yearned for. It was only a few short years ago that Maleos had been the same, a common soldier with dreams for greater things. Timaeus had helped him out in those days, and now he wished to do the same for Daxos.
The storm was coming and Daxos knew it well. The soldier was always ready for the possibility of war, it was simply another fact of life. Colchis always upheld a strong military tradition when compared to some of the other Greek nations. With a nation as strong and as glorious as Colchis, it was bound to erupt into chaos. The new king had transitioned into power without too much of an issue. Thankfully.
Daxos was enjoying his brief respite from his duties as a babysitter to the man-child. It wasn't often that he got some time away from the young lord, but he was glad for it. He was in the barracks catching up with some of the other soldiers when Maleos asked him to join him. He found that the Captain was inviting him for one thing or another. Maybe there was another way for him to gain a promotion.
When he heard where they were going, his enthusiasm died. He didn't want to go to a temple. After all his years devoting himself to the 'Gods' with nothing to show for it, he found his faith had dwindled. In fact, Daxos was sure they didn't actually exist. How could they? After Daxos spent the better part of his life praying to every god for success in love, life, and in his military career.
Regardless, he went along with his captain, quietly following him to the Temple of Ares. It was a beautiful building despite his lack of faith. He remembered how he used to spend some free time in his youth playing warrior outside the temple, hoping that Ares would see him and bless him with strength. It made the godless man laugh now. How naive I used to be...
He looked at his captain when he spoke, a little thrown off by the question. It wasn't like his captain to ask him such a trivial question, normally he took no interest in small talk. The captain was a serious man and his work was his mistress. Though they were both alike in that regard.
"I came with Maxis a few months ago," referring to a fellow soldier that Daxos considered a friend that used to serve under Maleos, "But alone I have not been here in over three years." He looked up at the building. A feeling of hatred had crept up in his chest. They didn't exist and all of the priests and priestess have done nothing but lie to them. It made him sick to his stomach.
"So why did you want me to come with you, Captain? If I may be so bold as to ask?"
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The storm was coming and Daxos knew it well. The soldier was always ready for the possibility of war, it was simply another fact of life. Colchis always upheld a strong military tradition when compared to some of the other Greek nations. With a nation as strong and as glorious as Colchis, it was bound to erupt into chaos. The new king had transitioned into power without too much of an issue. Thankfully.
Daxos was enjoying his brief respite from his duties as a babysitter to the man-child. It wasn't often that he got some time away from the young lord, but he was glad for it. He was in the barracks catching up with some of the other soldiers when Maleos asked him to join him. He found that the Captain was inviting him for one thing or another. Maybe there was another way for him to gain a promotion.
When he heard where they were going, his enthusiasm died. He didn't want to go to a temple. After all his years devoting himself to the 'Gods' with nothing to show for it, he found his faith had dwindled. In fact, Daxos was sure they didn't actually exist. How could they? After Daxos spent the better part of his life praying to every god for success in love, life, and in his military career.
Regardless, he went along with his captain, quietly following him to the Temple of Ares. It was a beautiful building despite his lack of faith. He remembered how he used to spend some free time in his youth playing warrior outside the temple, hoping that Ares would see him and bless him with strength. It made the godless man laugh now. How naive I used to be...
He looked at his captain when he spoke, a little thrown off by the question. It wasn't like his captain to ask him such a trivial question, normally he took no interest in small talk. The captain was a serious man and his work was his mistress. Though they were both alike in that regard.
"I came with Maxis a few months ago," referring to a fellow soldier that Daxos considered a friend that used to serve under Maleos, "But alone I have not been here in over three years." He looked up at the building. A feeling of hatred had crept up in his chest. They didn't exist and all of the priests and priestess have done nothing but lie to them. It made him sick to his stomach.
"So why did you want me to come with you, Captain? If I may be so bold as to ask?"
The storm was coming and Daxos knew it well. The soldier was always ready for the possibility of war, it was simply another fact of life. Colchis always upheld a strong military tradition when compared to some of the other Greek nations. With a nation as strong and as glorious as Colchis, it was bound to erupt into chaos. The new king had transitioned into power without too much of an issue. Thankfully.
Daxos was enjoying his brief respite from his duties as a babysitter to the man-child. It wasn't often that he got some time away from the young lord, but he was glad for it. He was in the barracks catching up with some of the other soldiers when Maleos asked him to join him. He found that the Captain was inviting him for one thing or another. Maybe there was another way for him to gain a promotion.
When he heard where they were going, his enthusiasm died. He didn't want to go to a temple. After all his years devoting himself to the 'Gods' with nothing to show for it, he found his faith had dwindled. In fact, Daxos was sure they didn't actually exist. How could they? After Daxos spent the better part of his life praying to every god for success in love, life, and in his military career.
Regardless, he went along with his captain, quietly following him to the Temple of Ares. It was a beautiful building despite his lack of faith. He remembered how he used to spend some free time in his youth playing warrior outside the temple, hoping that Ares would see him and bless him with strength. It made the godless man laugh now. How naive I used to be...
He looked at his captain when he spoke, a little thrown off by the question. It wasn't like his captain to ask him such a trivial question, normally he took no interest in small talk. The captain was a serious man and his work was his mistress. Though they were both alike in that regard.
"I came with Maxis a few months ago," referring to a fellow soldier that Daxos considered a friend that used to serve under Maleos, "But alone I have not been here in over three years." He looked up at the building. A feeling of hatred had crept up in his chest. They didn't exist and all of the priests and priestess have done nothing but lie to them. It made him sick to his stomach.
"So why did you want me to come with you, Captain? If I may be so bold as to ask?"
He nodded as he listened to Daxos mention he had not been to the temple in quite some time. It was as he had thought, Daxos seemed to have lost faith or lost interest in Ares, and he perhaps needed a little guidance to get back on the right track.
“I invited you with me, because Ares is in the blood of every soldier, Daxos.” Maleos spoke, and truly he believed his words. Ares had looked after Maleos, had granted him the skill to rise to the rank of Captain, had blessed him with safe travels and return from many battles. He wholeheartedly believed that Ares had a hand in all of it, and that with continued worship, he may even be able to take it further.
“With all that has happened and all that may happen soon, now more than ever we need him to heed our prayers. I would ask that you lend your voice to such cause.” He said simply, whether Daxos attended on his own or not after this, well that was up to the other man, but tonight Maleos would see him to prayer, voluntarily or otherwise. He had never known Daxos to disobey a command, so he doubted he would start now when what was being asked of him was simple.
“I recall past days, of a young soldier who praised Ares with every life taken.” He said, moving from where he stood as he began to make his way forward towards the temple entrance. “What would make a man go from such passionate belief to no longer attending the temple of his God?” He asked as the two walked, wondering what it was that could have made Daxos stop worshiping.
Normally he did not care this much, but it was such a sudden and drastic change that it had him curious what it was that could possibly have turned him from Ares. Aside from his own curiosity, Maleos had suggested that Daxos be promoted to one of his Lieutenants, and if he were to gain such rank, he would need to set an example for the men in their unit, and Maleos would like part of that to include devotion to Ares.
As they entered the temple, Maleos would bow to the priests who tended the building, heading for one of the ritual baths to the side of the main chamber. He planned on purifying himself in the waters before their prayer, and hoped that Daxos would do the same.
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He nodded as he listened to Daxos mention he had not been to the temple in quite some time. It was as he had thought, Daxos seemed to have lost faith or lost interest in Ares, and he perhaps needed a little guidance to get back on the right track.
“I invited you with me, because Ares is in the blood of every soldier, Daxos.” Maleos spoke, and truly he believed his words. Ares had looked after Maleos, had granted him the skill to rise to the rank of Captain, had blessed him with safe travels and return from many battles. He wholeheartedly believed that Ares had a hand in all of it, and that with continued worship, he may even be able to take it further.
“With all that has happened and all that may happen soon, now more than ever we need him to heed our prayers. I would ask that you lend your voice to such cause.” He said simply, whether Daxos attended on his own or not after this, well that was up to the other man, but tonight Maleos would see him to prayer, voluntarily or otherwise. He had never known Daxos to disobey a command, so he doubted he would start now when what was being asked of him was simple.
“I recall past days, of a young soldier who praised Ares with every life taken.” He said, moving from where he stood as he began to make his way forward towards the temple entrance. “What would make a man go from such passionate belief to no longer attending the temple of his God?” He asked as the two walked, wondering what it was that could have made Daxos stop worshiping.
Normally he did not care this much, but it was such a sudden and drastic change that it had him curious what it was that could possibly have turned him from Ares. Aside from his own curiosity, Maleos had suggested that Daxos be promoted to one of his Lieutenants, and if he were to gain such rank, he would need to set an example for the men in their unit, and Maleos would like part of that to include devotion to Ares.
As they entered the temple, Maleos would bow to the priests who tended the building, heading for one of the ritual baths to the side of the main chamber. He planned on purifying himself in the waters before their prayer, and hoped that Daxos would do the same.
He nodded as he listened to Daxos mention he had not been to the temple in quite some time. It was as he had thought, Daxos seemed to have lost faith or lost interest in Ares, and he perhaps needed a little guidance to get back on the right track.
“I invited you with me, because Ares is in the blood of every soldier, Daxos.” Maleos spoke, and truly he believed his words. Ares had looked after Maleos, had granted him the skill to rise to the rank of Captain, had blessed him with safe travels and return from many battles. He wholeheartedly believed that Ares had a hand in all of it, and that with continued worship, he may even be able to take it further.
“With all that has happened and all that may happen soon, now more than ever we need him to heed our prayers. I would ask that you lend your voice to such cause.” He said simply, whether Daxos attended on his own or not after this, well that was up to the other man, but tonight Maleos would see him to prayer, voluntarily or otherwise. He had never known Daxos to disobey a command, so he doubted he would start now when what was being asked of him was simple.
“I recall past days, of a young soldier who praised Ares with every life taken.” He said, moving from where he stood as he began to make his way forward towards the temple entrance. “What would make a man go from such passionate belief to no longer attending the temple of his God?” He asked as the two walked, wondering what it was that could have made Daxos stop worshiping.
Normally he did not care this much, but it was such a sudden and drastic change that it had him curious what it was that could possibly have turned him from Ares. Aside from his own curiosity, Maleos had suggested that Daxos be promoted to one of his Lieutenants, and if he were to gain such rank, he would need to set an example for the men in their unit, and Maleos would like part of that to include devotion to Ares.
As they entered the temple, Maleos would bow to the priests who tended the building, heading for one of the ritual baths to the side of the main chamber. He planned on purifying himself in the waters before their prayer, and hoped that Daxos would do the same.
This was not the conversation he wanted to be having with his superior. The captain could tell that Daxos seemed to have lost his way, and it seemed that he was trying to prod him back onto the path. What the captain wasn't aware of, is that Daxos had forsaken the path entirely, for the Gods were nothing but a tool to control the masses, or so he thought.
He nodded to his captain, "I am aware. Our blood sustains Ares. For we are his emissaries." It wasn't as if he sounded like he lying. Daxos had gotten pretty good at passing himself off as genuine when speaking about the Gods. Many of his friends and family had noticed this, but he always came up with an excuse one way or another. Most took it at face value.
"I was a brash young man then, your words had helped me change and grow on that bloody night. I took them to heart. I no longer let my bloodlust take ahold of me. While I may not pray over every corpse, I pray after every battle."
"The battlefield is Ares' temple, this place, as magnificent as it is, is merely a stand-in." He stated matter-of-factly. During his last few months of belief, he truly believed that, finding a tranquil temple in a safe area not fitting for the God of War. In a sense, it was a half-truth. If he still believed in the Gods, this is exactly what he would say.
He followed his captain' into the complex without any prodding. He knew what was expected of him as he bowed towards the priests. He would be ostracized and ridiculed if he was found out to be a non-believer. He knew the motions well and did them without skipping a beat. Cleaning himself off in the bath meant nothing more to him than a bath in the river or sea. It was simple.
Daxos was washing his arms when he spoke again, "Captain. Do you have children?" He waited for the captain's reply before resuming, "I have one daughter, I'm not sure if have heard, who is as beautiful as the early morning sun. I love her deeply with all my heart. She reminds me of her mother every day." Daxos smiled, for the first time since he learned of where he was going. He always gushed about his daughter, what parent wouldn't, but Daxos felt the knot forming in his chest. It always formed when he thought of Calanthe.
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This was not the conversation he wanted to be having with his superior. The captain could tell that Daxos seemed to have lost his way, and it seemed that he was trying to prod him back onto the path. What the captain wasn't aware of, is that Daxos had forsaken the path entirely, for the Gods were nothing but a tool to control the masses, or so he thought.
He nodded to his captain, "I am aware. Our blood sustains Ares. For we are his emissaries." It wasn't as if he sounded like he lying. Daxos had gotten pretty good at passing himself off as genuine when speaking about the Gods. Many of his friends and family had noticed this, but he always came up with an excuse one way or another. Most took it at face value.
"I was a brash young man then, your words had helped me change and grow on that bloody night. I took them to heart. I no longer let my bloodlust take ahold of me. While I may not pray over every corpse, I pray after every battle."
"The battlefield is Ares' temple, this place, as magnificent as it is, is merely a stand-in." He stated matter-of-factly. During his last few months of belief, he truly believed that, finding a tranquil temple in a safe area not fitting for the God of War. In a sense, it was a half-truth. If he still believed in the Gods, this is exactly what he would say.
He followed his captain' into the complex without any prodding. He knew what was expected of him as he bowed towards the priests. He would be ostracized and ridiculed if he was found out to be a non-believer. He knew the motions well and did them without skipping a beat. Cleaning himself off in the bath meant nothing more to him than a bath in the river or sea. It was simple.
Daxos was washing his arms when he spoke again, "Captain. Do you have children?" He waited for the captain's reply before resuming, "I have one daughter, I'm not sure if have heard, who is as beautiful as the early morning sun. I love her deeply with all my heart. She reminds me of her mother every day." Daxos smiled, for the first time since he learned of where he was going. He always gushed about his daughter, what parent wouldn't, but Daxos felt the knot forming in his chest. It always formed when he thought of Calanthe.
This was not the conversation he wanted to be having with his superior. The captain could tell that Daxos seemed to have lost his way, and it seemed that he was trying to prod him back onto the path. What the captain wasn't aware of, is that Daxos had forsaken the path entirely, for the Gods were nothing but a tool to control the masses, or so he thought.
He nodded to his captain, "I am aware. Our blood sustains Ares. For we are his emissaries." It wasn't as if he sounded like he lying. Daxos had gotten pretty good at passing himself off as genuine when speaking about the Gods. Many of his friends and family had noticed this, but he always came up with an excuse one way or another. Most took it at face value.
"I was a brash young man then, your words had helped me change and grow on that bloody night. I took them to heart. I no longer let my bloodlust take ahold of me. While I may not pray over every corpse, I pray after every battle."
"The battlefield is Ares' temple, this place, as magnificent as it is, is merely a stand-in." He stated matter-of-factly. During his last few months of belief, he truly believed that, finding a tranquil temple in a safe area not fitting for the God of War. In a sense, it was a half-truth. If he still believed in the Gods, this is exactly what he would say.
He followed his captain' into the complex without any prodding. He knew what was expected of him as he bowed towards the priests. He would be ostracized and ridiculed if he was found out to be a non-believer. He knew the motions well and did them without skipping a beat. Cleaning himself off in the bath meant nothing more to him than a bath in the river or sea. It was simple.
Daxos was washing his arms when he spoke again, "Captain. Do you have children?" He waited for the captain's reply before resuming, "I have one daughter, I'm not sure if have heard, who is as beautiful as the early morning sun. I love her deeply with all my heart. She reminds me of her mother every day." Daxos smiled, for the first time since he learned of where he was going. He always gushed about his daughter, what parent wouldn't, but Daxos felt the knot forming in his chest. It always formed when he thought of Calanthe.
Maleos nodded, glad that his words as a Lieutenant had stuck with Daxos, a little proud that he could have such a lasting effect on someone.
“I have noticed such changes in your actions on the battlefield. You are a skilled and loyal solider, and one who is not afraid to take the criticism of his superiors and act on it. You are what I wish every military man was.” He said, hoping that his words of encouragement would show Daxos that the Captain was in fact paying attention, that he had noticed the changes in the man, and he appreciated the work he had done since he had been assigned under Maleos’ command.
The two men proceeded to bathe in the waters, cleaning themselves off before attending the temple and their God. Maleos was a little caught off guard by Daxos’ next question.
“I have fathered no children, nor have I been married. My focus has been Colchis and serving Colchis with my life.” He replied, knowing that not everyone would understand his dedication to the military, but he had dedicated his entire life to exactly that. He had never cared much for marriage or children, considering them distractions from what he should be spending his time on, which was his career.
He looked over at Daxos as he finished cleansing himself in the waters, not remembering a time where he had heard of the other man having a daughter.
“You are a married man then?” He asked, lingering for a few moments in the bathing halls so they may finish their conversation before they moved on to prayer and worship.
“When was the last time you were able to return home to your daughter?” He asked, knowing that he had kept his men busy for quite some time now, and Daxos had special orders from the Baron himself as well, he didn’t think the other male would have had a chance to return to his home for quite some time. He felt a little tinge of guilt which was strange for him. Daxos was not the only military man with a family, but for the most part, Maleos never thought of that part of his soldiers. To him, there was nothing more important than the military and serving Colchis.
He felt like his thoughts on that had been changing just a bit recently, finding himself wishing for more free time to spend with Leto, though he wasn’t sure she felt the same.
“I had another reason for inviting you along today, I wished to speak to you of my intentions towards your future in the Men of the Heights.” He started, turning to slowly walk with him towards the chambers to pray.
“I plan to speak with the Baron, my intent towards your promotion within the ranks. There is not another man in within my ranks that I would have at my side as a Lieutenant.” He said, he had been mulling it over for a while, and now with Daxos taking on the added responsibility from Timaeus, he had proven that he was capable and loyal. Despite his new assignment, Daxos had not been slacking on his duties as one of Maleos’ men. Maleos had been impressed by his skills and drive, and knew the man deserved the promotion.
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Maleos nodded, glad that his words as a Lieutenant had stuck with Daxos, a little proud that he could have such a lasting effect on someone.
“I have noticed such changes in your actions on the battlefield. You are a skilled and loyal solider, and one who is not afraid to take the criticism of his superiors and act on it. You are what I wish every military man was.” He said, hoping that his words of encouragement would show Daxos that the Captain was in fact paying attention, that he had noticed the changes in the man, and he appreciated the work he had done since he had been assigned under Maleos’ command.
The two men proceeded to bathe in the waters, cleaning themselves off before attending the temple and their God. Maleos was a little caught off guard by Daxos’ next question.
“I have fathered no children, nor have I been married. My focus has been Colchis and serving Colchis with my life.” He replied, knowing that not everyone would understand his dedication to the military, but he had dedicated his entire life to exactly that. He had never cared much for marriage or children, considering them distractions from what he should be spending his time on, which was his career.
He looked over at Daxos as he finished cleansing himself in the waters, not remembering a time where he had heard of the other man having a daughter.
“You are a married man then?” He asked, lingering for a few moments in the bathing halls so they may finish their conversation before they moved on to prayer and worship.
“When was the last time you were able to return home to your daughter?” He asked, knowing that he had kept his men busy for quite some time now, and Daxos had special orders from the Baron himself as well, he didn’t think the other male would have had a chance to return to his home for quite some time. He felt a little tinge of guilt which was strange for him. Daxos was not the only military man with a family, but for the most part, Maleos never thought of that part of his soldiers. To him, there was nothing more important than the military and serving Colchis.
He felt like his thoughts on that had been changing just a bit recently, finding himself wishing for more free time to spend with Leto, though he wasn’t sure she felt the same.
“I had another reason for inviting you along today, I wished to speak to you of my intentions towards your future in the Men of the Heights.” He started, turning to slowly walk with him towards the chambers to pray.
“I plan to speak with the Baron, my intent towards your promotion within the ranks. There is not another man in within my ranks that I would have at my side as a Lieutenant.” He said, he had been mulling it over for a while, and now with Daxos taking on the added responsibility from Timaeus, he had proven that he was capable and loyal. Despite his new assignment, Daxos had not been slacking on his duties as one of Maleos’ men. Maleos had been impressed by his skills and drive, and knew the man deserved the promotion.
Maleos nodded, glad that his words as a Lieutenant had stuck with Daxos, a little proud that he could have such a lasting effect on someone.
“I have noticed such changes in your actions on the battlefield. You are a skilled and loyal solider, and one who is not afraid to take the criticism of his superiors and act on it. You are what I wish every military man was.” He said, hoping that his words of encouragement would show Daxos that the Captain was in fact paying attention, that he had noticed the changes in the man, and he appreciated the work he had done since he had been assigned under Maleos’ command.
The two men proceeded to bathe in the waters, cleaning themselves off before attending the temple and their God. Maleos was a little caught off guard by Daxos’ next question.
“I have fathered no children, nor have I been married. My focus has been Colchis and serving Colchis with my life.” He replied, knowing that not everyone would understand his dedication to the military, but he had dedicated his entire life to exactly that. He had never cared much for marriage or children, considering them distractions from what he should be spending his time on, which was his career.
He looked over at Daxos as he finished cleansing himself in the waters, not remembering a time where he had heard of the other man having a daughter.
“You are a married man then?” He asked, lingering for a few moments in the bathing halls so they may finish their conversation before they moved on to prayer and worship.
“When was the last time you were able to return home to your daughter?” He asked, knowing that he had kept his men busy for quite some time now, and Daxos had special orders from the Baron himself as well, he didn’t think the other male would have had a chance to return to his home for quite some time. He felt a little tinge of guilt which was strange for him. Daxos was not the only military man with a family, but for the most part, Maleos never thought of that part of his soldiers. To him, there was nothing more important than the military and serving Colchis.
He felt like his thoughts on that had been changing just a bit recently, finding himself wishing for more free time to spend with Leto, though he wasn’t sure she felt the same.
“I had another reason for inviting you along today, I wished to speak to you of my intentions towards your future in the Men of the Heights.” He started, turning to slowly walk with him towards the chambers to pray.
“I plan to speak with the Baron, my intent towards your promotion within the ranks. There is not another man in within my ranks that I would have at my side as a Lieutenant.” He said, he had been mulling it over for a while, and now with Daxos taking on the added responsibility from Timaeus, he had proven that he was capable and loyal. Despite his new assignment, Daxos had not been slacking on his duties as one of Maleos’ men. Maleos had been impressed by his skills and drive, and knew the man deserved the promotion.
Daxos felt a surge of pride to hear that his Captain had been keeping note on the soldier. He had been working hard and it was not easy with the added job of watching over the younger Valaoritis brother. It had begun to wear down the man, who felt as if he had just been cast aside into a dead-end posting. Every day he wished to be back on the front lines taking it to the barbarians. Or the Egyptians for that matter...
"I see." Daxos nodded but had nothing else to say on Maleos' response. He knew how the man had devoted himself to his work. They were of a similar vein. Daxos wanted only glory and honor for Colchis, but he had another reason to fight. That was for his family. He hoped one day that the captain could have the experiences of holding one's child in his arms. For no moment was more powerful than that one to the soldier.
His eyes cast down when the captain asked of his marital status, "No. My wife is dead." There was a deep and old sadness in his voice. It had been almost three years since then, but Daxos still dreamed of his wife every night. Her passing still haunted him and it did not help that he often stressed over his daughter growing up without a mother.
He sighed when the captain asked when the last time he saw his beautiful daughter, "It has been... quite some time. I haven't had much time off in the past year. I miss her dearly. I had hoped to have leave soon to see her in Eubocris, but now isn't the time for returning home with war on the horizon." He didn't want to talk about how the baron had denied him his leave, though he couldn't be sure if the Captain knew what had happened.
Daxos didn't understand exactly what his captain was saying when he started. The future of me and the Men of the Heights? His thoughts raced to all the small failures and even the failure to listen to the Baron's orders. Would he be let go? Would he be killed? Exiled? All terrible thoughts flew through his head, nothing good.
But when the Captain spoke of a promotion, he stopped. They had reached the entrance to the chamber when he spoke this. The soldier's eyes widened. It took a few moments to process what exactly the captain was saying. A felt warmth and energy spread throughout his body like wildfire.
Daxos did his best to contain his utmost excitement, but it looked like he was constipated, "I am completely honored, Captain." It took a few more moments of him racking his brain for more words to pour out, "This... has been a goal of mine for many years now. I... I'm not exactly sure what to say, Captain, other than thank you. If the baron decrees it, I shall gladly stand beside you against all of Colchis' enemies." Despite his best efforts to contain his excitement and keep himself professional, Daxos broke into a warm smile and pumped his fist slightly in exclamation. It was all that he would allow himself.
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Daxos felt a surge of pride to hear that his Captain had been keeping note on the soldier. He had been working hard and it was not easy with the added job of watching over the younger Valaoritis brother. It had begun to wear down the man, who felt as if he had just been cast aside into a dead-end posting. Every day he wished to be back on the front lines taking it to the barbarians. Or the Egyptians for that matter...
"I see." Daxos nodded but had nothing else to say on Maleos' response. He knew how the man had devoted himself to his work. They were of a similar vein. Daxos wanted only glory and honor for Colchis, but he had another reason to fight. That was for his family. He hoped one day that the captain could have the experiences of holding one's child in his arms. For no moment was more powerful than that one to the soldier.
His eyes cast down when the captain asked of his marital status, "No. My wife is dead." There was a deep and old sadness in his voice. It had been almost three years since then, but Daxos still dreamed of his wife every night. Her passing still haunted him and it did not help that he often stressed over his daughter growing up without a mother.
He sighed when the captain asked when the last time he saw his beautiful daughter, "It has been... quite some time. I haven't had much time off in the past year. I miss her dearly. I had hoped to have leave soon to see her in Eubocris, but now isn't the time for returning home with war on the horizon." He didn't want to talk about how the baron had denied him his leave, though he couldn't be sure if the Captain knew what had happened.
Daxos didn't understand exactly what his captain was saying when he started. The future of me and the Men of the Heights? His thoughts raced to all the small failures and even the failure to listen to the Baron's orders. Would he be let go? Would he be killed? Exiled? All terrible thoughts flew through his head, nothing good.
But when the Captain spoke of a promotion, he stopped. They had reached the entrance to the chamber when he spoke this. The soldier's eyes widened. It took a few moments to process what exactly the captain was saying. A felt warmth and energy spread throughout his body like wildfire.
Daxos did his best to contain his utmost excitement, but it looked like he was constipated, "I am completely honored, Captain." It took a few more moments of him racking his brain for more words to pour out, "This... has been a goal of mine for many years now. I... I'm not exactly sure what to say, Captain, other than thank you. If the baron decrees it, I shall gladly stand beside you against all of Colchis' enemies." Despite his best efforts to contain his excitement and keep himself professional, Daxos broke into a warm smile and pumped his fist slightly in exclamation. It was all that he would allow himself.
Daxos felt a surge of pride to hear that his Captain had been keeping note on the soldier. He had been working hard and it was not easy with the added job of watching over the younger Valaoritis brother. It had begun to wear down the man, who felt as if he had just been cast aside into a dead-end posting. Every day he wished to be back on the front lines taking it to the barbarians. Or the Egyptians for that matter...
"I see." Daxos nodded but had nothing else to say on Maleos' response. He knew how the man had devoted himself to his work. They were of a similar vein. Daxos wanted only glory and honor for Colchis, but he had another reason to fight. That was for his family. He hoped one day that the captain could have the experiences of holding one's child in his arms. For no moment was more powerful than that one to the soldier.
His eyes cast down when the captain asked of his marital status, "No. My wife is dead." There was a deep and old sadness in his voice. It had been almost three years since then, but Daxos still dreamed of his wife every night. Her passing still haunted him and it did not help that he often stressed over his daughter growing up without a mother.
He sighed when the captain asked when the last time he saw his beautiful daughter, "It has been... quite some time. I haven't had much time off in the past year. I miss her dearly. I had hoped to have leave soon to see her in Eubocris, but now isn't the time for returning home with war on the horizon." He didn't want to talk about how the baron had denied him his leave, though he couldn't be sure if the Captain knew what had happened.
Daxos didn't understand exactly what his captain was saying when he started. The future of me and the Men of the Heights? His thoughts raced to all the small failures and even the failure to listen to the Baron's orders. Would he be let go? Would he be killed? Exiled? All terrible thoughts flew through his head, nothing good.
But when the Captain spoke of a promotion, he stopped. They had reached the entrance to the chamber when he spoke this. The soldier's eyes widened. It took a few moments to process what exactly the captain was saying. A felt warmth and energy spread throughout his body like wildfire.
Daxos did his best to contain his utmost excitement, but it looked like he was constipated, "I am completely honored, Captain." It took a few more moments of him racking his brain for more words to pour out, "This... has been a goal of mine for many years now. I... I'm not exactly sure what to say, Captain, other than thank you. If the baron decrees it, I shall gladly stand beside you against all of Colchis' enemies." Despite his best efforts to contain his excitement and keep himself professional, Daxos broke into a warm smile and pumped his fist slightly in exclamation. It was all that he would allow himself.
He nodded a little when Daxos stated his wife no longer was among the living.
“I am sorry to hear that, and for your loss.” He stated, he had to admit it felt weird to get to know so much about someone, especially someone who was under his command. He wondered briefly if Timaeus had felt the same when the two of them had begun to become friends. He supposed their situation was fairly similar, and he hoped to do what Tim had done for him all those years ago and set Daxos on the path to a promotion within their ranks.
Maleos, though he had no children of his own, knew that it must have been hard for Daxos to be away for so long. But it was the life of a soldier, a life that Daxos had chosen voluntarily as far as Maleos knew. He had not seen his own family in a long time, and it was likely that he would miss key events in all their lives. It was a sacrifice he made in order to serve Colchis and protect its people, his family included.
He could almost see a change in Daxos when Maleos spoke of intention towards seeing him promoted, and it was good to note that the soldier still held much excitement towards the prospect of becoming a Lieutenant.
Maleos felt a bit of happiness in himself as well, remembering well the day his best friend, now Baron, spoke such words to him, the unbelievable joy at the prospect of becoming Lieutenant.
He stepped just a bit closer and grabbed Daxos’ forearm in a friendly sort of action, locking eyes with him for a moment.
“Continue to work hard, Daxos, and I will do everything in my power to see to it that you get the promotion you deserve.” He gripped his forearm a little tighter before he let the hold go, taking his eyes from him and instead looking towards the entrance to the temple.
“Come, let us pray. Ares does not wait for the whims of men.” He said, moving to enter the prayer chambers.
Once they were inside, Maleos positioned himself in front of the altar and just behind it, the statue of Ares. He pulled his sword from his sheath and lay it in front of him, the blade nicked from years of use, but still sharp and deadly. He knelt down in front of the sword and the statue and let his eyes close as he began his silent prayers.
Maleos prayed for the men of the Colchian military, that none of them would fall without the glory and honour that could only be found with sword in hand and bravery in their hearts. He prayed for those of his own unit, that their hard work and dedication would bring him pride and them honour in the coming days of blood. He prayed for Daxos, that the man would once more find his faith in Ares and allow the God to lift him to higher spirits once more. And he prayed for himself, that if he were to fall in service to Colchis and Greece herself, he would take a thousand of her enemies down in a rush of blood before him.
He was silent for a long time, his prayers bountiful but all along the same theme, honour and glory for Colchis and it’s military men, and death to those who would dare challenge the might of Colchis.
When his prayers were done, he rose from where he had knelt, replacing his sword in its sheath. He silently turned and took his leave of the chambers, planning to meet Daxos outside once more.
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He nodded a little when Daxos stated his wife no longer was among the living.
“I am sorry to hear that, and for your loss.” He stated, he had to admit it felt weird to get to know so much about someone, especially someone who was under his command. He wondered briefly if Timaeus had felt the same when the two of them had begun to become friends. He supposed their situation was fairly similar, and he hoped to do what Tim had done for him all those years ago and set Daxos on the path to a promotion within their ranks.
Maleos, though he had no children of his own, knew that it must have been hard for Daxos to be away for so long. But it was the life of a soldier, a life that Daxos had chosen voluntarily as far as Maleos knew. He had not seen his own family in a long time, and it was likely that he would miss key events in all their lives. It was a sacrifice he made in order to serve Colchis and protect its people, his family included.
He could almost see a change in Daxos when Maleos spoke of intention towards seeing him promoted, and it was good to note that the soldier still held much excitement towards the prospect of becoming a Lieutenant.
Maleos felt a bit of happiness in himself as well, remembering well the day his best friend, now Baron, spoke such words to him, the unbelievable joy at the prospect of becoming Lieutenant.
He stepped just a bit closer and grabbed Daxos’ forearm in a friendly sort of action, locking eyes with him for a moment.
“Continue to work hard, Daxos, and I will do everything in my power to see to it that you get the promotion you deserve.” He gripped his forearm a little tighter before he let the hold go, taking his eyes from him and instead looking towards the entrance to the temple.
“Come, let us pray. Ares does not wait for the whims of men.” He said, moving to enter the prayer chambers.
Once they were inside, Maleos positioned himself in front of the altar and just behind it, the statue of Ares. He pulled his sword from his sheath and lay it in front of him, the blade nicked from years of use, but still sharp and deadly. He knelt down in front of the sword and the statue and let his eyes close as he began his silent prayers.
Maleos prayed for the men of the Colchian military, that none of them would fall without the glory and honour that could only be found with sword in hand and bravery in their hearts. He prayed for those of his own unit, that their hard work and dedication would bring him pride and them honour in the coming days of blood. He prayed for Daxos, that the man would once more find his faith in Ares and allow the God to lift him to higher spirits once more. And he prayed for himself, that if he were to fall in service to Colchis and Greece herself, he would take a thousand of her enemies down in a rush of blood before him.
He was silent for a long time, his prayers bountiful but all along the same theme, honour and glory for Colchis and it’s military men, and death to those who would dare challenge the might of Colchis.
When his prayers were done, he rose from where he had knelt, replacing his sword in its sheath. He silently turned and took his leave of the chambers, planning to meet Daxos outside once more.
He nodded a little when Daxos stated his wife no longer was among the living.
“I am sorry to hear that, and for your loss.” He stated, he had to admit it felt weird to get to know so much about someone, especially someone who was under his command. He wondered briefly if Timaeus had felt the same when the two of them had begun to become friends. He supposed their situation was fairly similar, and he hoped to do what Tim had done for him all those years ago and set Daxos on the path to a promotion within their ranks.
Maleos, though he had no children of his own, knew that it must have been hard for Daxos to be away for so long. But it was the life of a soldier, a life that Daxos had chosen voluntarily as far as Maleos knew. He had not seen his own family in a long time, and it was likely that he would miss key events in all their lives. It was a sacrifice he made in order to serve Colchis and protect its people, his family included.
He could almost see a change in Daxos when Maleos spoke of intention towards seeing him promoted, and it was good to note that the soldier still held much excitement towards the prospect of becoming a Lieutenant.
Maleos felt a bit of happiness in himself as well, remembering well the day his best friend, now Baron, spoke such words to him, the unbelievable joy at the prospect of becoming Lieutenant.
He stepped just a bit closer and grabbed Daxos’ forearm in a friendly sort of action, locking eyes with him for a moment.
“Continue to work hard, Daxos, and I will do everything in my power to see to it that you get the promotion you deserve.” He gripped his forearm a little tighter before he let the hold go, taking his eyes from him and instead looking towards the entrance to the temple.
“Come, let us pray. Ares does not wait for the whims of men.” He said, moving to enter the prayer chambers.
Once they were inside, Maleos positioned himself in front of the altar and just behind it, the statue of Ares. He pulled his sword from his sheath and lay it in front of him, the blade nicked from years of use, but still sharp and deadly. He knelt down in front of the sword and the statue and let his eyes close as he began his silent prayers.
Maleos prayed for the men of the Colchian military, that none of them would fall without the glory and honour that could only be found with sword in hand and bravery in their hearts. He prayed for those of his own unit, that their hard work and dedication would bring him pride and them honour in the coming days of blood. He prayed for Daxos, that the man would once more find his faith in Ares and allow the God to lift him to higher spirits once more. And he prayed for himself, that if he were to fall in service to Colchis and Greece herself, he would take a thousand of her enemies down in a rush of blood before him.
He was silent for a long time, his prayers bountiful but all along the same theme, honour and glory for Colchis and it’s military men, and death to those who would dare challenge the might of Colchis.
When his prayers were done, he rose from where he had knelt, replacing his sword in its sheath. He silently turned and took his leave of the chambers, planning to meet Daxos outside once more.
The soldier was taken back by the Captain's uncharacteristic friendliness. The captain was often a reserved and cold man. Today was a strange day indeed. Perhaps the captain was normally a friendly man but due to his station, he couldn't afford to be friends with every rank-and-file soldier under the sun.
"I will Captain. Thank you for considering me." He bowed his head and followed behind the captain into the temple proper. He didn't immediately join Maleos in prayer. He stood looking up at the statue to the God of War. Despite the elation that he felt just moments ago, any and every time he stepped into a temple, he felt like an outcast.
He stared at the beautiful sculpture and thought to himself, I spent my whole young life in awe of you. I prayed to you. And if you are real, you heard my prayers... He sighed internally and pulled his own sword out following his captain's examples.
Daxos didn't pray at first. He closed his eyes and listened. He often did this. Sometimes he wondered if the gods were real and he was just being a fool. He felt Maleos stand up and leave. The soldier would not follow him just yet. He opened his eyes once more and looked up at Ares.
I am Daxos. I used to pray to you often. To be honest, I'm pretty sure I don't believe you exist. Sometimes I can feel you on the battlefield. Most times I can't. Regardless of what I may believe, I am your emissary, real or not. All I ask is that Colchis can weather the storm and I may return home to my daughter. Daxos felt a fool. It had been so long since he had prayed he felt embarrassed. The embarrassment was replaced by distaste. He swore the gods didn't exist and here he was praying to them once again.
He stood up, returning his blade to its sheath. When he did he felt a strange pressure on his chest. His eyes looked up at the statue once more. It felt as if this pressure was emanating from the statue of Ares himself. He stood silently in awe, then came back to his sense. He's not real. He left the temple to join Maleos outside.
"Captain," Daxos nodded as he emerged from the temple, "Thank you for inviting me today. Is there anything else you require of me, Captain?" He stood patiently waiting for orders. The strange feeling he felt persisted in his chest, but he dismissed it as just nerves from being in the temple.
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The soldier was taken back by the Captain's uncharacteristic friendliness. The captain was often a reserved and cold man. Today was a strange day indeed. Perhaps the captain was normally a friendly man but due to his station, he couldn't afford to be friends with every rank-and-file soldier under the sun.
"I will Captain. Thank you for considering me." He bowed his head and followed behind the captain into the temple proper. He didn't immediately join Maleos in prayer. He stood looking up at the statue to the God of War. Despite the elation that he felt just moments ago, any and every time he stepped into a temple, he felt like an outcast.
He stared at the beautiful sculpture and thought to himself, I spent my whole young life in awe of you. I prayed to you. And if you are real, you heard my prayers... He sighed internally and pulled his own sword out following his captain's examples.
Daxos didn't pray at first. He closed his eyes and listened. He often did this. Sometimes he wondered if the gods were real and he was just being a fool. He felt Maleos stand up and leave. The soldier would not follow him just yet. He opened his eyes once more and looked up at Ares.
I am Daxos. I used to pray to you often. To be honest, I'm pretty sure I don't believe you exist. Sometimes I can feel you on the battlefield. Most times I can't. Regardless of what I may believe, I am your emissary, real or not. All I ask is that Colchis can weather the storm and I may return home to my daughter. Daxos felt a fool. It had been so long since he had prayed he felt embarrassed. The embarrassment was replaced by distaste. He swore the gods didn't exist and here he was praying to them once again.
He stood up, returning his blade to its sheath. When he did he felt a strange pressure on his chest. His eyes looked up at the statue once more. It felt as if this pressure was emanating from the statue of Ares himself. He stood silently in awe, then came back to his sense. He's not real. He left the temple to join Maleos outside.
"Captain," Daxos nodded as he emerged from the temple, "Thank you for inviting me today. Is there anything else you require of me, Captain?" He stood patiently waiting for orders. The strange feeling he felt persisted in his chest, but he dismissed it as just nerves from being in the temple.
The soldier was taken back by the Captain's uncharacteristic friendliness. The captain was often a reserved and cold man. Today was a strange day indeed. Perhaps the captain was normally a friendly man but due to his station, he couldn't afford to be friends with every rank-and-file soldier under the sun.
"I will Captain. Thank you for considering me." He bowed his head and followed behind the captain into the temple proper. He didn't immediately join Maleos in prayer. He stood looking up at the statue to the God of War. Despite the elation that he felt just moments ago, any and every time he stepped into a temple, he felt like an outcast.
He stared at the beautiful sculpture and thought to himself, I spent my whole young life in awe of you. I prayed to you. And if you are real, you heard my prayers... He sighed internally and pulled his own sword out following his captain's examples.
Daxos didn't pray at first. He closed his eyes and listened. He often did this. Sometimes he wondered if the gods were real and he was just being a fool. He felt Maleos stand up and leave. The soldier would not follow him just yet. He opened his eyes once more and looked up at Ares.
I am Daxos. I used to pray to you often. To be honest, I'm pretty sure I don't believe you exist. Sometimes I can feel you on the battlefield. Most times I can't. Regardless of what I may believe, I am your emissary, real or not. All I ask is that Colchis can weather the storm and I may return home to my daughter. Daxos felt a fool. It had been so long since he had prayed he felt embarrassed. The embarrassment was replaced by distaste. He swore the gods didn't exist and here he was praying to them once again.
He stood up, returning his blade to its sheath. When he did he felt a strange pressure on his chest. His eyes looked up at the statue once more. It felt as if this pressure was emanating from the statue of Ares himself. He stood silently in awe, then came back to his sense. He's not real. He left the temple to join Maleos outside.
"Captain," Daxos nodded as he emerged from the temple, "Thank you for inviting me today. Is there anything else you require of me, Captain?" He stood patiently waiting for orders. The strange feeling he felt persisted in his chest, but he dismissed it as just nerves from being in the temple.
He felt refreshed after his prayer, he always felt such after praying, it renewed his energy and made him feel strengthened. Like Ares had blessed him right then and there. Faith was a powerful thing, and even in his darkest times, Maleos had always held his faith. It seemed as if Daxos was not the same, he had lost his faith it seemed, and Maleos had to at least try to steer him back in the right direction.
When Daxos emerged from the temple shortly after Maleos, the Captain searched for any change in him, but it seemed as if Daxos had not had a change of heart in the temple, and he remained disenchanted with the Gods. He had to admit, he was disappointed, he had hoped to spark that old feeling in the young male, to bring about that same fevered devotion he had seen over the years, but it seemed as if he would not be able to bring that about for him again.
“That is all, you are dismissed. Return to the barracks and see to it that you are fed. See yourself to an extra ration if you wish, I will not be returning until late in the night, I have further business to attend.” He said, returning to his horse as he climbed up on it with a practiced ease, taking the reins.
“Do not forget this Daxos, it is the Gods who watch over men. Many men have fallen due to foolishness, do not let yourself be one of them.” He said, then turned his horse around and urged it forward, the beast taking its leave at a steady pace as Maleos rode off into the night, intent on attending to personal business that night, now that his prayers had been said, his mind returned to the one thing he had been thinking of for days now, or rather the one person. His mind wandered as he rode off towards another destination.
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He felt refreshed after his prayer, he always felt such after praying, it renewed his energy and made him feel strengthened. Like Ares had blessed him right then and there. Faith was a powerful thing, and even in his darkest times, Maleos had always held his faith. It seemed as if Daxos was not the same, he had lost his faith it seemed, and Maleos had to at least try to steer him back in the right direction.
When Daxos emerged from the temple shortly after Maleos, the Captain searched for any change in him, but it seemed as if Daxos had not had a change of heart in the temple, and he remained disenchanted with the Gods. He had to admit, he was disappointed, he had hoped to spark that old feeling in the young male, to bring about that same fevered devotion he had seen over the years, but it seemed as if he would not be able to bring that about for him again.
“That is all, you are dismissed. Return to the barracks and see to it that you are fed. See yourself to an extra ration if you wish, I will not be returning until late in the night, I have further business to attend.” He said, returning to his horse as he climbed up on it with a practiced ease, taking the reins.
“Do not forget this Daxos, it is the Gods who watch over men. Many men have fallen due to foolishness, do not let yourself be one of them.” He said, then turned his horse around and urged it forward, the beast taking its leave at a steady pace as Maleos rode off into the night, intent on attending to personal business that night, now that his prayers had been said, his mind returned to the one thing he had been thinking of for days now, or rather the one person. His mind wandered as he rode off towards another destination.
He felt refreshed after his prayer, he always felt such after praying, it renewed his energy and made him feel strengthened. Like Ares had blessed him right then and there. Faith was a powerful thing, and even in his darkest times, Maleos had always held his faith. It seemed as if Daxos was not the same, he had lost his faith it seemed, and Maleos had to at least try to steer him back in the right direction.
When Daxos emerged from the temple shortly after Maleos, the Captain searched for any change in him, but it seemed as if Daxos had not had a change of heart in the temple, and he remained disenchanted with the Gods. He had to admit, he was disappointed, he had hoped to spark that old feeling in the young male, to bring about that same fevered devotion he had seen over the years, but it seemed as if he would not be able to bring that about for him again.
“That is all, you are dismissed. Return to the barracks and see to it that you are fed. See yourself to an extra ration if you wish, I will not be returning until late in the night, I have further business to attend.” He said, returning to his horse as he climbed up on it with a practiced ease, taking the reins.
“Do not forget this Daxos, it is the Gods who watch over men. Many men have fallen due to foolishness, do not let yourself be one of them.” He said, then turned his horse around and urged it forward, the beast taking its leave at a steady pace as Maleos rode off into the night, intent on attending to personal business that night, now that his prayers had been said, his mind returned to the one thing he had been thinking of for days now, or rather the one person. His mind wandered as he rode off towards another destination.