Another day another battle, that could be the unofficial motto of the Spartans, and that was especially true for Alexandros at this moment, a helot rebellion was not a rare occurrence within Laconia, but they were well armed and had armor, which meant someone was trying to destabilize the Sparta, but who was he to question he was a warrior and this was just another day for him. His being in thought nearly got him killed as a slave cut his right shoulder, the warrior drove his spear through the slaves heart and let go drawing his short blade on his belt and hacked away at another who came to help his comrade. All around Alexandros was the chaos of battle, the smell of blood and ash filled the air, there were screams of pain and calls of mercy as the Spartan host pushed through the small village, though like every battle it must end and it ended with a pile of dead slaves and the survivors being rounded up. "Alexandros." One of his brothers called out "What is it?" He asked "The King wishes to see you, it's urgent." Alexandros nodded and left the clean up to him, the king was only a short walk through the village, and when the young warrior found him he was being treated for his wounds "Get off of me, they are only scratches." The king shouted but from Alexandros' view they were not scratches one of them cut deep very deep at that. But they listened to the king and he spoke to Alexandros' "Alexandros, you are to go to the oracles and try to get them to shed some light onto what happened here." Alexandros saw no need for the oracles and so he spoke out "M'lord, we all know what happened here, someone tried to arm the Helot's." The king looked at him and chuckled "Our big friend over there would disagree that this was a normal uprising by Sparta's enemies." He gestured to what seemed to be a giant beast and when Alexandros investigated it further the beast was a hideous looking thing but what stood out to him was the one eye that stood in the middle of it's head. "Alright M'lord i will go." He said and he left on a journey of his own.