Once, a long time ago, I loved. I was young and without any sorrow. That is where I saw him first. He was smaller than one would think about a prince of the mighty kingdom of Sparta. His dark skin shone golden in the sun, every time it laid its rays upon him. The dark hair flew freely in the loving morning wind, which danced with his curls as he laughed. I came to love him dearly.But love is no thing, that would ever come to one without a price. He was the price I had to pay for our time spent together. I thought I could trick the fates and have him for me and for me alone. But no one can trick fate. Not even me. Not even the god Apollo.