I was a senator in some Ancient Greek city reminiscent of Sparta. We were led by a corrupt dictator all the people hated. I led the revolt and we surrounded him. I read something from a scroll and told him if he wished to leave he must leave. I saw the fear in his eyes and I drew my knife and he drew his. I just couldn't kill the man, but he ran up and started stabbing all over my left leg ( When I was younger I actually got deeply cut by glass on my left leg and I still have a large scar). The pain was horrifying. I collapsed on the floor knowing it is the day I would die. Blood poured out of my leg and I remember looking at my blood stained hands and seeing the crowds leaving me for death when everything went black.
I awoke again some hundred years later in my old city. Now it was run by a democracy , but war was going to come soon. They had no idea who they would make general since they did not want to give any one senator that much power. I proposed a system where there is 2 hereditary kings separate from the senate. I offered to be one and I offered up another candidate. The senator looked at me with hate and disgust. My left leg began to hurt and I somehow knew I was to be stabbed to death again. Then I awoke.
