Post by Theron on Nov 9, 2007 23:24:38 GMT -5
Theron moved through the mountains, making heavy marks in the light snow as he moved. He did not care about covering his tracks, not today at least. Theron was wearing a simply loincloth and a fur coat that was neither tightened around the waist or full length to his feet. It was cold enough so that the snow did not melt on the mountain, yet Theron wore hardly anything around himself. He did not need to as he was hardened to this type of conditions. He had grown up in the same conditions all of his life and this mountain was his home and the elements that it presented, he relished. Theron lived on the mountain with many warriors of the same race. Spartans. All still dedicated to the old ways and all still practicing the old traditions of their ancestors.
Theron was one of the twelve leaders and as such, it was his duty to travel to the altar on this mountain and pray to the father of the gods, Zeus. It was a hard thing, to keep such faith when so many other faiths and so many other religions existed in the world. Theron was a stubborn man and not one to change believes because of what someone tried to explain. Theron continued up the mountainside as the wind began to beat on his body and the snow began to fall on him. There was a blizzard on the way, but Theron could not stop. He could see in a blizzard, he would complete his task. The altar was only two more miles ahead. Theron knew, he had traveled this track many times before. This time wouldn’t be any different.
Theron was one of the twelve leaders and as such, it was his duty to travel to the altar on this mountain and pray to the father of the gods, Zeus. It was a hard thing, to keep such faith when so many other faiths and so many other religions existed in the world. Theron was a stubborn man and not one to change believes because of what someone tried to explain. Theron continued up the mountainside as the wind began to beat on his body and the snow began to fall on him. There was a blizzard on the way, but Theron could not stop. He could see in a blizzard, he would complete his task. The altar was only two more miles ahead. Theron knew, he had traveled this track many times before. This time wouldn’t be any different.
