Past life deaths
I recall a few of my past life deaths, which were mostly violent. In one of my lives, in the early 7th century B.C., I had arranged to murder a general with a few disloyal members of his army. We killed him right as he was engaging into battle,which proved fatal to a part of his army. Later we were caught by reinforcements, my "complices" were killed on the spot and I was spared (only because I was not from their city-state). I was then imprisoned for a few days before being executed. In another life, at the very beginning of the Peloponnisian war, I died at 17 in a small skirmish against Spartan allies. I was in the first rank in a small,quickly formed phalanx. I don't know what exactly happened, but in the end I was on the ground, bleeding badly from the neck, I couldn't breathe well (broken bones in my throat were obstructing my breathing), two of my friends came next to me, layed me carefully on a stretcher, one of them was weeping the other one looked about to break. Then of one the leaders of the hastily formed phalanx came beside me, told me I had fought well but he regretted that I wouldn't live much longer. In the next life, I died during a naval battle at the end of the Peloponnisian war (I was rather young). I was captured by spartans, and chained to their mast. I don't know why they took me as prisoner, but when they were done with me, the spartan Triarch (a high ranked man, commander of a few ships), came towards me with his sword and attempted to slice through my skull. The first time it didn't really work, however at the second time it did and I died almost instantly. In another life, this time as a farm boy (of 13-14,in a small village/town allied to Athens), I had ventured with my father into the forest for an unknown reason. I believe I went to far away from him and ran face to face with a spartan hoplite (who was on guard duty). When he saw me, he had already his sword out. He pointed it straight at me and advanced slowly. I was first startled, and took a few steps back. Then I ran to the slope of the hill (heavily wooden) and tripped. I looked behind me quickly, the spartan had stopped and was observing me. I then stood up and ran as fast as I could, the spartan behind me. He then got hold of me and made me advance back up the hill to his "post". When we got there, I don't what he did with me, but later on, I remember my father was present,on his knees, asking the spartan to free me. This got on his nerves, he then grabbed me and pressed the cold blade against my throat. He shouted something at my father, who started to curse at him. Then the spartan put the cutting edge of his blade onto my throat, made a last proposition to my father, who refused,then he killed me. He let me drop on the ground, half-dead, gushes of blood spilling out of my throat. He stepped aside and my father came besides me and weeped, cursing at the spartan.
In another life time, I was a spartan commander (head of file) during the Spartan and the early Theban Hegemony. I went to battle against the Thebans, who overpowered us and broke our phalanx. I don't know how, but some Theban Hippeis (horsemen) dragged me out of the battle into the countryside. While they did this, they mocked me with talk of Spartan strength and invulnerability. They then evoked (to toy with me) the spartan law "with your shield or on it" (which means come back with your shield victorious or die on it), and of course, I didn't have it, which ment I could never return to Sparta. After stretching my arms out for a while (which was extremely painful), they then suddenly let go and laughed. They left me there, on the ground, a broken man. I waited for them to be out of sight and took my life.
