The Spartan's Revenge Story

Pain That was  the thing that filled Raka's mind as he opened his eyes. Not a pleasant thing to for the weak-hearted. He clutched his head as a sharp throbbing pain kept assailing him. That's right, he had fallen off his horse.Why did he fall of horse? That had never happened, not even in battle. Perhaps he was taken by surprise? Where was he? His shoulder screamed in pain when he tried to get up. It was then he noticed the wound on his shoulder. Reaching back, he felt the wound. Thankfully, it had not penetrated much, but the wound worried him. He had a wound, but where was the weapon that caused the wound? Weapons don't magically disappear. He looked around for his comrades, but didn't find them. Where were they? No Spartan would ever leave his brother behind in battle.  He found his horse lying a few meters ahead. .He managed to make his way to his horse. He knelt before the beast looking into its eyes. There was blood in its mouth. "Ah s**t, that's not good" , He said to no one in particular. It was then that he noticed the wound in its neck, similar to the one in his shoulder. His horse wasn't going to make it. A shame really, it had been with him through countless battles, and was yet fated to die with a single wound. "What in Hades's name is happening here?", he asked the horse. It could not respond. Moments later, the horse breathed its last. He closed his eyes in respect. He had lost a valued friend after all. He managed to get up with some difficulty. To the north lay open the gates, or at least what was left of them. Taking a step after another he managed to make it to the gates. For some reason it was becoming hard to breathe, the smell of smoke almost threatened to choke him. Coughing, he covered his nose with his cape. "Ah, much better", he said. Where was the burning smell coming from though. He and his comrades were supposed to returning home after all. Well, he would know after he found them. Making his way past the  gates, he stopped to look around. Everything was burning. fires, fires and more fires everywhere. He could only stare in dumb surprise as he took in his surroundings. Dead bodies lay everywhere, women ,children and bodies of all shapes, sizes and ages. Badly burnt, cut open in horrific manners. "What in Hades's name?" was the only thing that came to his mind. Had he walked into a battlefield? But how was that possible, he was headed home after all? Had his home become a battlefield? Throwing the questions out of his head, he headed to the nearest body. He wanted to know what had happened, and if someone was alive, he would be able to tell him what exactly was happening here. The body was that of a young boy, in his teens, it would seem. The boy had some breath left in him. Rake knelt before him, the boy was breathing quick and shallow. A sure sign of soon to be death. "From the skies.... li..light...from..the skies", the boy muttered before spitting blood. This made no sense. Of course light comes from the skies, what was this fool talking about? "Speak sense, boy" Raka commanded. Unfortunately, or perhaps as a final act of rebellion against authority, the boy breathed his last. Raka closed the boy's eyes and stayed with him for a few moments. He then got up and moved on. The next body was of an older woman, perhaps his mother age. Her stomach had been split open , her guts spilling out. He resisted the urge to throw up. Years on the battlefield had hardened his heart but not to the extent that he would not feel sympathy or disgust. He moved on. As he walked around the bodies , more and more of them seemed familiar, to his horror and dismay. It could not be possible, who was foolish or brave enough to attack a Spartan city head on, and still manage to not occur a single casualty. No weapons were in sight. How could every single person in a city be taken by surprise? He kept walking without a goal. Where was his comrades? Why did this city seem so familiar to home? He kept walking until he reached a familiar stone path.  For the first time in a while, he felt something he hadn't felt in years. Fear. That shouldn't be possible. Every Spartan child had fear beaten out of his heart at a young age "Well, there is a way to find out,"he mused to himself. Ignoring his body's cry of weakness, he ran up the stairs that led to his childhood home.  The door lay broken, paying it no heed he ran inside, and saw his worst nightmare face to face. His mother lay on the ground, her guts spilled on the floor, looking as if a monster had tried to crawl outside from inside her a maid lay on the floor next to her, her head nowhere in sight.  Raka stared at the grotesque scene before him and then fell to his knees.  "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" He screamed into the night. Unto whoever would listen. Unto the stars and the rising moon in the sky. He screamed and screamed. What else could he do? He screamed until his tired body gave out and he fainted for the second time that day. x---------------------------------x--------------------------------------------x----------------------------x-----------------------------x Hey guys, I'm a aspiring new author. I'm trying to convert this idea that I've had in my head for a while now into a story. Rate and comment and my email is open to any recommendations and opinions. Please support me as I go on