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Summary: She would be Buffy no longer, she would be the only thing that remained of herself; a warrior.

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Movies > 300, Frank Miller'sDuskyDushkuFR1862,24042211,5298 Mar 0911 Feb 10Yes

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Akakios

I own none of the characters of 300 or Buffy.

I did make Akakios up however, if you're puzzled by the character. It's just meant as a random interaction after the battle.

No specific inferences meant.

Just a guy in a field, ageless and description less.


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Akakios looked up from the field as he saw her walk by.

She was smothered and matted with mud and blood.

Weapons only the men were given after their ordeals hung across her back.

Had she not walked unaided, alone and confident he would have thought for sure she was dying, so completed was she covered with blood.

She stopped as their eyes made contact.

She did not grin, but neither did he want to run for safety.

Her green eyes piercing his as she raised her fist, she bent over and dropped something on the road by her feet.

Standing back up he though he heard her say something, but he did not catch it.

Quickly he made his way to the road to see what she had dropped, but as soon as he moved, so did the woman.

Walking on again she did not look back once, even as he called after her when he made it through the last of the wheat, breaking onto the road.

The sun glinted off what she had dropped.

It was gold.

Shinier than the offerings the rich men offered to Apollo at the temple.

Gold rings and chains, all inscribed with strange symbols.

Poking them around with his fingers, he saw characters he recognized and he quickly searched the road for the woman again.

Bloody and distant, he saw her look back straight at him before she disappeared.

King, the ring has said; written on the medallion was God.

Akakios wondered why she had dropped them on the road, why she had looked at him.

He wondered why the Apollo allowed the sun to shine upon her after she had carried the gold of so many rulers.

How she had come to possess the belongings of so many rulers.

Most of all, he wished she would come appear again so he could hear her words.











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