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Posted on a hill, I watched for anxious the preparations of the great battle which was announced on the plain downwards. Spartans, Athenians. Since my childhood, these two people were always associated in my spirit with the war, reciprocal hatred, and the destruction.

The origin of this confrontation ? I could not say it. Moreover, nobody must be able about it now. The war makes rage since as well time, as even the old ones cannot remember its genesis. There exists so much of versions, of stories. Most plausible bring into play two twin brothers, separate with their birth, fruits of carnal passion that one night King Egée and the goddess of the Love tested, Aphrodite. The first, was placed in a family of the high Athénienne aristocracy, while the second was raised by king Sparte of the time.

Eris, goddess of the discord, sowed the disorder among two young boys, which involved a mutual aversion then a major hatred. With died of Egée, its two sons then of ripe age, then asserted each one sovereignty of the innumerable islands under the capacity of their father. Each people early made join with their respective prince, and entered in war. The islands, then prosperous, became an immense battle field and each piece of ground was prone to confrontation. One fought in the fields, the hills, the deserts, and even on the sea. The peasants had of another choice to only flee, either by fear for their life, or by confusion of their ground.

Thanks to the gods, I had always succeeded in avoiding these bloody battles. But this day there, I was filled up of an indescribable fear. The war had finally reached the small island where I lived, and I would be soon me also constrained to flee my field. “ When that will it cease? I launched, in a cry of rage launched towards the sky. Will have to expect that the sea is red blood of our people ? will have to sacrifice our civilizations for the control of futile small islands? ”

From the sky, no answer came... From the plain, came a clamour, initially discrete, then gaining in intensity at each second. Here is, the battle was launched. Of my observation post, I could see the fury in each eye of the combatants. Personified hatred. Too much cut down to move, it seemed me to see with far the gods délecter spectacle which these warriors offered. Death walked in the atmosphere, jumping of duels in duels, mowing each man who crossed on his way arrow, lance or javelin. The heads jumped, the bodies subsided, and the battle field became red, red blood of these men who could have been good friends if nothing of all that had occurred. Bottom of my entrails, I felt a rage to go up in me. It bubbled, until me to make lose reason. It was necessary that ceases. Then, I sprang of my hill, holding high in the sky a stick to which I had hung one of my white blouses. Yes, it was the solution. All were to listen to me, and stop this stupid war which ruins our people, and kills them. It was then than a whistle was heard.

Today I died, an arrow planted myself in my heart years ago of that. The war always makes rage in the Egée Islands, and on each one of these islands in the final analysis reign of the Lords who perpetuate this confrontation, fratricidal. I should be in peace now, the businesses of this low world do not relate to me more. The madness of the men should not any more cause me concern. And yet, my soul is tormented.