A delicate balance 1.37 - ING. VERSIÓN

Viggo kept advancing along the dirt road, watching that no one followed him. However, three unconscious warriors in front of the training camps attracted too much attention. So little by little people began to gather in a circle. Viggo stood on the side of the road and went into a grove of trees. The birds chirped and the wind moved the branches of the trees and the leaves. He saw a series of bushes more than a meter high and crossed them through the middle of the branches. Then he went on his way while the same bushes hid his figure. Once he reaches a clearing in the center of the grove, see in front a small hill about ten meters high. He crossed the grove and climbed the steep slope until he reached the top of the rocky surface, which must have had a circumference of ten meters. On the right side was a beautiful fuchsia leaf tree. Its base was bordered by large stones and beautiful bushes of a yellow flower.

Viggo came over to look at the tree, becoming fascinated by the vibrant fuchsia color of its leaves. However, he remembered the other warriors he had knocked out, so he walked to one end of the hill and looked over the grove towards the road. Everything looked calm, except that more warriors had arrived at the entrance of the training camps.

-Just annoyed- Viggo said -he turned his back on them and walked to the other side of the hill. He stopped next to an elongated-looking pine tree and looked towards the next hill that looked about two hundred meters ahead. Almost reaching its summit were a staircase and at the top, a temple of dark color. Several of the columns around it was down, so Viggo thought it would be an uninhabited place.

Then he descended the steep hill and walked through a meadow of beautiful grasslands. thirty meters ahead of him were servants of huge antlers grazing under the cover of the shade of a tree. Viggo walked over crouching, looking at his beautiful antlers. He looked at his bare hands and dismissed any kind of hunting. So, he kept advancing without worrying about being seen and when the serfs spotted him about twenty meters away, they let out bellows and fled to the right, towards the mountain.

Viggo denied something disillusioned, but kept moving forward, passing by the thick trees, and looking at the grass full of wildflowers. If he had food and a shelter, he would stay to sleep here, it seemed like a special place. However, out of his guesses, it rained with a beautiful sun in the sky. Viggo smiled delightedly, raised his palms to feel the rain fall, and looked at the sky. He stood without worrying about anything, closed his eyes, and felt closer to the world for a moment.

Five minutes later, when he realized he was standing in a place where anyone could see him, he opened his eyes and looked in all directions. He felt worried for a moment, but when he realized that he was alone in more than one hundred meters around, he felt calm. Then he resumed his journey to the temple, continued to advance through the meadow until he reached as close as he could and turned left to approach the road that passed by the side of the temple hill. However, when he reached fifty meters he hid behind a tree and looked at several silhouettes standing on the side of the road.

The person in question was a dark-haired woman and two purple-haired girls. The woman wore a white cloth over her head and huge black horns protruded from the sides. Her hair was dark, long, and curly, at least it reached her butt. She wore a pristine white robe, and below her were other edges of fuchsia-colored garments. To the naked eye, his figure was like that of an hourglass, with a thin back, tight waist, and explosive butt. The other two girls looked small, the same size as Viggo. They wore beautiful pink dresses that were up to their ankles. In the center they had a white stripe with ruffles and a golden belt.

Viggo walked over slowly to see if he could ask her anything. However, he could only get ten meters from them, as hear the horses' hooves. Then he looked down the road coming from the training ground and saw five riders galloping on their horses. Each wore a bronze helmet and breastplate. So, Viggo assumed they were problems. However, they were more than 100 meters away, so he still had time to flee. He turned around and began to walk towards the mountain. However, a melodious voice stopped him.

-Young man- hear Viggo behind his back. He turned his neck and looked back, then he saw the beautiful woman with the horns looking in his direction. At the same time, he realized that girls were not despicable either. Both had big innocent eyes, but the one on the right smiled while the one on the left looked on with concern. Viggo let out a sigh and denied, thinking it would be a bad idea to turn back.

-I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry- Viggo said, and started walking.

-Are they bothering you?- asked the woman with the horns. Viggo stopped and bowed his head, nodded keeping his eyes on the mountains. The woman with the horns continued -I can help you, but in change you must help me-

Viggo denied with a serious face -I can beat them on my own– he said.

-But you will win a big problem along the way, the Spartans are not a people who allow themselves to be intimidated. Even if you run away they will persecute you and make your days an ordeal, let me help you and in return, you will help me-

Viggo took a deep breath, listening to the gallop of the horses getting closer and closer. He turned around and walked until he stood in front of the woman.

The woman had beautiful yellow pupils and a languid look. Of clear teas and a slight cherry-colored blush on her cheekbones, making her even more provocative. She had a large mouth and fleshy lips, seductive and by no means morbid, but provocative. For some reason, Viggo remembered that Freya woman, who occasionally poses as Ottar's mother. On the other hand, Viggo knew that with his childish body it was almost impossible for him to feel lust, but he felt it. He looked down and thought it was ridiculous, what could he do with this childish body? He denied and kept looking at the woman.

Earlier, Viggo saw that the woman was wearing a white robe like a full-length dress that reached all the way to the floor. However, from the front the dress was too revealing, more like provocative clothing. With thin strips coming down from her erotic shoulders, holding the fabric that held the huge breasts as big as two mature melons. On the other hand, the fabric that covered the breasts only covered the front part, letting some of the soft and tempting flesh escape to the sides. The dress continues to go down to the sides, covering part of the hips, the butt, and the back of the legs. Thus, leaving the stomach and belly exposed. On the other hand, he wears a kind of underwear with fuchsia lace, which comes down from his hips and covers the mountain of venus and his sex. Her legs are long and contoured, with thick thighs that end in thin calves. Viggo swallows' saliva when he feels overwhelmed by emotion. However, all his attention was interrupted by a flirtatious laugh. In addition, the drift that the horses of the warriors made along the way. The neighing of the horses was a complaint about the brutal maneuver, but the bronze-helmeted and breastplate warriors cared little. They got off the horses in one jump, pulled out the swords that went into the sheaths of their mounts, and advanced all together with an intimidating gait.

Viggo frowned and prepared to fight. However, the woman of the bodies stood between him and the warriors, and the latter stopped their advance.

-Dear hoplite, you could leave this child for me- said the woman with the horns in a soft, seductive voice.

-On one side, witch- roared the warrior who was in front -this brat offended his elders and deserves a dozen lashes-

-Wow!- exclaimed the woman with the horns with a flirtatious gaze -Corinth is a faithful ally of Sparta, I did not know that the hetera queen was looked at in such low esteem to be treated in this way-

The warrior stopped and growled as a nuisance -What do you want?- he asked.

The woman with the horns raised her slender right arm and pointed her index finger at the black temple -the gods have sent me to restore the burned temple of Apollo. However, Ares' followers have him busy. I would like the child to take care of them-

The hoplites (soldiers) were silent and looked at the woman with the horns with bad eyes -you are cruel and poisonous- said the leader -Why don't you send him to swim with sharks?- then looked at Viggo, stretched out his hand and continued -come child, for having beaten the adults you will earn a dozen lashes, but that will never lead you to death-

Viggo looked at the hand and then looked at the woman with the horns who looked at him from the sidelines, forming a sensual smile with those erotic lips. Just because of the texture and thickness, it made you want to bite them in a sexual sense.

Viggo denied and said -I will take care of those "followers of Ares", I will seek my own freedom-

-Fool- said the leader of warrior in a biting tone.

The woman with the horns gave Viggo a smile full of satisfaction. She turned around to look at him head-on, nodded and said -thank you, I'm Kiara, What about you?-

-Viggo-

-War- the woman murmured in a soft, sensual voice, her cheeks flushed, and she smiled with satisfaction. Viggo once again swallowed saliva and advanced with his gaze down until he passed by her. Kiara let out a flirtatious giggle, and Viggo became more nervous and hurried his step. Then the warriors passed, who saw him as a sheep going to the slaughterhouse. Viggos ignored them, crossed the dirt road and saw the girls looking at him with concern. However, Viggo only smiled at them and continued his ascent up the temple hill. At the same time, both girls blushed.

Viggo reached the middle of the hill and found a staircase sunk into the earth. He advanced along the steps until he reached a plane, a few meters below the burned temple of Apollo. Then he looked at the vastness of this land and found it too beautiful to waste his time following others. He smiled and turned to his right, advanced to another staircase, with carved rock pillars on the sides, and moved forward. Then he saw his first opponent standing between the two pillars at the top of the staircase. He wore a black hood that only covered his head up to his shoulders and had his face painted white as if he were a skull. He went with his torso naked and at the waist he wore a dark robe that reached up to his knees. In his right hand he carried a curved sword, more like a scythe. As soon as he saw Viggo, he let out a scream and ran up the sword without worrying that he was a child. Viggo continued up the staircase, waited for him and when the follower unloaded his sword, Viggo moved to the left and passed under the sword. Viggo clenched his fist, retracted it attached to his chest, and threw a punch. The bones on the follower's face creaked and he fell to the ground unconscious. He walked to the curved sword lying on the ground, lifted it and cut off his head.

Then he continued climbing until he reached the top of the staircase and was in front of a three-meter statue. He was a man of sculptural figure hanging a snake. However, what was once limestone was now full of soot while on the sides were charred corpses. Viggo kept advancing, passing by the side of the statue, and arrived in front of the burned temple. He advanced on the right side and saw a road about three meters wide, which formed a small gorge on the hill. On one of the edges, there was one of those guys with his face painted as if he were a skull. Then he ran, the guy heard his footsteps, but when he turned to look it was too late, Viggo had already arrived beside him. He jumped, took the sword with both hands, and threw a horizontal cut, beheading him in one fell swoop.

From the bottom of the hill, Kiara watched the spectacle enchanted, while the Spartan hoplites were amazed. Kiara gave them a brief look at the hoplites and laughed coquettishly. At the same time, it seems, that Viggo had advanced to the other side of the hill, because from this angle nothing could be seen anymore, but the cries of agony filled the top of the hill. All the followers of Ares were being killed by someone by the name of War. What an irony, Kiara thought with a broad, seductive smile, as her nipples got hard. There was nothing hotter than the cries of agony to raise the temperature of the bodies, he thought.