Ελληνική ζωή μου (My Greek Life)

This is a story about a girl who lived in Acient Greece. Her family is torn apart by the gods and she sets out to seek revenge. What will happen in her journey to Mount Olympus?

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4. Chapter 4

εκπαίδευση (Training)

 Everyday as soon as i was done in the house, i would go to my training lesson. I would always wear Acrisias' clothes so that the instructor wouldn't know that i was actually a female.  The clothes are baggy and loose, making the fold in the clothes hide my growing breasts. I also cut my hair short and rarely spoke, so not to show my feminine voice. I have been working with the sword, as this is the common weapon among my people. I have also worked with a bow, a short saber, and riding on horse back. I wish not to walk the whole way and will take a horse in what ever way i can. Even if it means to steal it. I work with the other boys in silence while the thop! of our swords hitting the straw 'enemies' ring around the training grounds. The trainer walks past me , but i pretend not to not to notice. Every time one of the boys, or one of the trainers get near me, I hope against hope that they do not find out my secret. For if they do I will surely be punished because no girls are allowed to hold a weapon in Athens. I never thought that i would hate that rule, but at the moment, it was making my life more difficult then it already was. As i saw the trainer go onto the next boy, i quickly sliced off the head of the straw dummy, making straw go everywhere. I watched as the head quickly dropped to the ground, spilling it's straw like it was it's brain's. I hoped to do that to my father's killer but knew that there was a slim chance of that happening. The trainer jogged over and looked at the dummy, then at the straw everywhere, then at me. 

"These dummies were supposed to be stuffed with straw, then lined with wood, then with some more straw, and yet you cut through all of it with barley little effort." he said in awe mixed with shock. "You must me very strong. Come, let me talk to you in my chamber after you have cleaned this up. Sataya will you up." he said beckoning a boy of around my age to come over. The boy had handsome features and a toned athletic looking body. He was wearing just a small leather skirt and no shirt. Letting me see his muscular abdomen. I caught myself staring and quickly turned my head back to the trainer.

"Yes sir." I replied, trying to make my voice deep.

"Sataya," he addressed the young man, "Make sure he get's up to my room and doesn't wander around. Also that he cleans up this mess." he said, nudging the straw and wood with the tip of his boot.

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