My name is Aleksander. I am 20 years old and a professional soldier. Some say that I'm the greatest warrior since Achilles. Now it is 490 BCE, and the Persians are trying to make war with the Greeks. The Persians are trying to take over the Greek colonies along the Aegean coast, so Athens sent help. Now the Persians are trying to land on Greek shores. Athens called in the city-states to help them protect Greece. Now, here we are. Sailing on a trireme to Athens' port. I, with other Spartans, are sailing to Athens. We are hoping to show the greatest and most advanced fighting in the World.

Finally, we arrive at a place called Marathon. All that's here is a large plain surrounded by mountains. Once we land, we prepare to make our journey to Athens. All of a sudden, almost out of nowhere, Greek soldiers are scurrying to get here as fast as their legs can carry them.

"What's the trouble?", one of our kings ask.

"Persians. Coming here. Prepare for battle.", one of the Athenian generals say.

Our kings get us to form in formation. We listen to their speeches. On the horizon, we see the Persian ships sailing for us. Just the sight of the Scum's ships are boosting morale way up. As soon as their ships touch the shore, we charge. Around me the sound of arrows fighting, the screaming of the fallen, the sound of more soldiers stomping over the fallen on the plain. The meadow was stained crimson red, and littered with the bodies of the fallen. Soon after, the Persians retreated to their boats.

We won the battle and showed up those barbarians! The Athenians sent a messenger to Athens to tell the news. The generals went to have a battle planning session, while the rest us soldiers had some fun.