TheOneHero
Feb 12, 2008, 05:26 PM
This is a story, of Le TOH as a younger ninja. A story of how I saved two young lives, and influenced one of the most powerful city-states of the time.
Upon my travels in the east, inspiring artist and poets across the Mediterranean, I came across a dying boy, who's caravan had been wiped out by marauders. He was the only survivor, but barely alive. He was bruised and broken and lost quite a bit of blood.
Knowing only I could save the young life, I poured my Ninja Blood into his veins. The boy, having received this gift of mine, made a quick and full recovery.
In addition to his miracle, he was given unfathomable strength, speed, and power. I took him under my wing, and over the years I instructed him in the art of battle, mathematics, philosophy, literature, and art.
As we traveled across Macedonia, we found a young girl who had been beaten after she stood up for her mother. (Whom unfortunately, was beaten to death after her daughter made a stand.)
The young-man I traveled with, begged me to save her, for he was captivated by her beauty. I did so and she too made a quick and full recovery, also given the gifts of my blood as the young-man.
I spent time teaching her as well, and a few years later I set them up in a beautiful land and bid them farewell.
Over the years I kept track of them from afar, stopping in their land and making sure they were all right. They had many children, and a few centuries later produced one of the greatest men in History.
King Leonidas.
Welcome to Sparta.
Upon my travels in the east, inspiring artist and poets across the Mediterranean, I came across a dying boy, who's caravan had been wiped out by marauders. He was the only survivor, but barely alive. He was bruised and broken and lost quite a bit of blood.
Knowing only I could save the young life, I poured my Ninja Blood into his veins. The boy, having received this gift of mine, made a quick and full recovery.
In addition to his miracle, he was given unfathomable strength, speed, and power. I took him under my wing, and over the years I instructed him in the art of battle, mathematics, philosophy, literature, and art.
As we traveled across Macedonia, we found a young girl who had been beaten after she stood up for her mother. (Whom unfortunately, was beaten to death after her daughter made a stand.)
The young-man I traveled with, begged me to save her, for he was captivated by her beauty. I did so and she too made a quick and full recovery, also given the gifts of my blood as the young-man.
I spent time teaching her as well, and a few years later I set them up in a beautiful land and bid them farewell.
Over the years I kept track of them from afar, stopping in their land and making sure they were all right. They had many children, and a few centuries later produced one of the greatest men in History.
King Leonidas.
Welcome to Sparta.