A miniature Odyssey – Dromeas

   Here, on the top of the fortress of Akrokorinth, Dromeas had a good view of the city. He knew the route well. Not long ago, he had run it several times a day when he had trained with his father for the Olympic Games. But now he was alone and without money to live on. All of a sudden and without warning his father had died.

   Three days ago he had finally made a decision. Dromeas had turned down the offer to work in the fields. He could not believe in the natural death of his father. But whom had his father made an enemy? Whoever it was, before Dromeas could find the guilty and bring him to justice, he had to change from being an athlete to becoming a warrior. He had sold the small house on the western foothills of Corinth and bought an old shield and helmet with his last money. The spear was still from the days when his father was a soldier himself.

   Now he sat patiently in the shade of a tree and waited to be picked up by Axon's mercenaries.