Subject: FWD: Through Time: Alopeki (1/2) by RocketMan From: Admin-XFC Date: Thu, 24 Jul 1997 18:35:57 -0700 This story is being forwarded to ATXC on behalf of the author from XFCreative. Please send comments via e-mail to For information about XFCreative, visit our website at http://www.slip.net/~takakin0/xfc.htm ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Title: Through Time: Alopeki (1/2) Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com< Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to the creative genious of CC and Vince Gil- oh sorry, just CC. Rating: This is gory somewhat-CHARACTER DEATH- PAST LIFE- PG13. Author Notes: This is the first start of a past lives treck through M&S past. Very MSR but always finding out when it's too late. Character death in all, and some pretty explicit close to sex stuff in the later stories. I'm not much for NC-17 at all because well, they're not married, but when they are, I'm all for it. So . . . there will be a bit of that. And this is very against all my beliefs, pretty much. I don't at all believe in past lives, but it'd be fun to write about, so I did. And so, here is part one of story one. Alopeki (1/2) 430 B.C. Sparta, Laconia of Peloponnesian League of Greece Fox of Pylos led his horse down the rocky slope of the mountains that protected his beloved city on three sides, his eyes watching for potholes that might dislodge him. A ward of the state since birth, Fox had been separated from his mother at seven to enter military training with fifteen other boys. In the thirteen years since he had been without her, he had proved himself to be the brightest and the bravest, earning him the captaincy of his company. The others obeyed his commands without question, because that was how they were raised, and that was how it was. They took any punishment and delighted in hard menial labor. They would endure, they would survive, they were tough and no nonsense. They were Spartans. "Alopeki!" shouted one of his men. Fox, or Alopeki in Greek, turned to see his friend Isaac, pointing to the farm they had come to visit in order to severely punish some uprisings of the slaves. "I see it Isaac!" he called back, correcting his path to go around a large boulder in the way. In his company, he was leader, but Isaac was point man, meaning he forged the path and he was the first cut down in an ambush. But all the cadets were ready to give their life for Sparta, it was an honor. Everything else was repressed - memories, feelings, fear, pain, hurt. They were wonder men, coldly effecient and like robots. The helot farm they were going to was leading some rebellions of some of the other slaves. Their leader was a strange man by the name of Drakon, or dragon, who was rumored to take in children that were orphans. To Fox, this was incredibly stupid, especially for a helot slave. Children meant more mouths to feed, and more food needed, and more of everything else to go wrong. Usually after two, most helots abandoned thier unwanted children in deep caverns in the mountains, especially girls, becasue they were made to stay in the household. Boys were taken at seven to serve in the military. And Drakon was leading a revolt against his msater that owned the land, allowing even some of the slaves to go free. Slaves that escaped to Sparta became merchants and businessmen, because real citizens were restricted to agriculture. These escaped slaves were called perioeci, and it was usually Fox's company that was sent to find them, or to crush a rebellion. Both of Drakon's boys were in the military schools, but he had two daughters at home, Meli and Pur. Foolish man, keeping daughters around. He was asking for what was coming to him. Fox hoped there would be resistance, then he would get to fight. Fox led his men down the steep hill and then to the trail that ran toward the dilipidating cottage, taking point and giving Isaac a break. But when they got closer, he found he could not move from his spot, and wouldn't have had the horse not taken reign and gone on down. For there stood outside the cottage the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Her hair was dark and rich, like all Greeks, but so black it reminded him of space where the gods dwelled. And her eyes were the stars, so bright and shining that he felt blinded by them. Which daughter was this, Meli or Pur? Surely not Meli, whose name meant honey. For this woman gave no hint of being sugary sweet and oozing, but more like the fire that Pur meant, brimstone and Tartarus all rolled into a female shape of pure energy. He could see the cold fire of the stars in her eyes, so she must be Pur. He stopped his horse and gave her a curt nod, wishing his men were somewhere else so that he could properly talk to her. He was entranced. "What do you want?" she asked, in a haughty tone and he knew it was Pur. "Is Drakon here?" he said, knowing that women ran the households in Sparta and he'd have to deal with her if he ever hoped to see Drakon. She spoke with him for quite some time until she seemed satisfied that he and his men were all right. Fox felt sick for having to betray that, so he sent Isaac with the rest of the men to capture Drakon. When they were alone, she gave him a small smile and he knew he had met her before. end of part 1 adios RocketMan comments? All the information about Sparta and the way of life there is correct. The three casts of society were the Spartans, or citizens, the helots, or slaves, and the perioeci, the now free slaves. Tartarus was a place that most people believed in and is pretty much like Hell today. Even those that did not believe in gods, believed in Tartarus and the afterlife. If you're interested in more, just email me and I'll go off. From takakin0@slip.net Thu Jul 24 21:37:08 1997 Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: FWD: Through Time: Alopeki (2/2) by RocketMan From: Admin-XFC Date: Thu, 24 Jul 1997 18:37:08 -0700 This story is being forwarded to ATXC on behalf of the author from XFCreative. Please send comments via e-mail to For information about XFCreative, visit our website at http://www.slip.net/~takakin0/xfc.htm ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Title: Through Time: Alopeki (2/2) Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com< Disclaimer: The characters of Mulder and Scully belong to CC, but their past lives belong to me. (woah, that rhymes, too!) Notes: I just read another past life story called "Avicia" and I have to say that it was very good. But this is not that. I'm trying very hard not to incorporate any of those issues, like the Circle of Truth she mentions, etc. That isn't what this is about. It's really just ordianry people. All else can be found in part one. Please distribute with part one. Alopeki (2/2) When they were alone, she gave him a small smile and he knew he had met her before, somewhere. How could he miss her beautiful eyes? "You may think me mad, but I know I have met you before, somehow. Talked with you before, laughed with you before . . . made love with you before." She gasped and moved to slap him, but he caught her wrist and growled, just as a fox would, his namesake. "Alopeki!" she hissed, her eyes wide and afraid. Startled that she should know his name, he let go and stepped back. >From her grey drab dress she produced a small carved fox and placed itin his hand. He looked to it, noticing the particularly intricate detail on the eyes. They seemed to be her eyes. "How - how did you know my name?" he said, looking around warily for traps. Her eyes darkened, flickering like when water is poured over a camp fire. "I had a dream, but it's stupid and childish. Never mind." she said and reached to take the fox back. He pulled his hand away and shook his head. "No, it's not. I believe the gods give us dreams to communicate out future to us. What did you dream?" She looked at him like he had been spending too much time in Athens, listening to the crazy rhetoric of philosophers with mush for brains. But she told him the dream anyway. In her face he saw a thousand different things, emotions that never came out in him, that he never allowed out. "I dreamed I was a hundred people and you were there as a fox, with me always. Then something happened and you changed and shrunk and became a little wooden carving. When I woke up this morning I had it in my hand." Fox looked once again to the carved animal and then back to her. "What does it mean?" she asked, clearly upset by the reality her dream was turning into, apparition made flesh before her eyes. He shrugged and stroked the niches that had been made to make it look like fur. It was rather small for such detail but it also seemed extraordinary, not of his or her world. "Were we destined by the Fates to meet? Is that what the dream was?" she whispered, almost not able to beleive it. Suddenly he leaned forward and kissed her, dropping the fox in the dirt and grabbing her waist. They parted flushed and Fox got the suspicion that she had been set up to do this, to lure him to his death, to trap him and his men. As soon as he thought of this, he let go of her and narrowed his eyes. She looked at him, confused, wondering why he had dropped her like a piece of hot coal. At the look on his face, a storm raged across hers. "What is this?" she hissed and scooped up the fox from the dirt. "You're no different are you? Just a cold hard little man." She ran off, back to the woods circling her house and he felt like the dirt the fox had dropped to, no better than any of the other soldiers who responded to love with harsh cruelty. Why had he done that? Why kiss her, a helot slave, when he was a true Spartan? Why pull away and think evil of her when she had so blindly trusted him? He only knew one thing for sure, she would never speak to him again. She was the most beautiful soul he had ever met, and he had just butchered whatever they might habe had. He heard Isaac shout and the sudden clashing of swords, and he jumped on his horse and charged into the forest. The helots had formed a small army, leading them was Drakon, the one they'd come to take anyway. With the fire of self hate coursing through him he fought wildly and uncontrolled, like a demon possessed man, or a heartbroken lover. His battle mask firmly in place he began swinging his sword around, loping off heads and crushing backs. So when the fatal blow struck, he barely noticed, but instead fell from his horse to the ground with his charcteristic growl, coming out as a moan. His killer cried out and dropped from the horse, coming to his side, he imagined to finish the deed. He grabbed his dagger with his last bit of strength and held it ready. If he would die, he would take one of them down with him. The mask came off and it was no enemy, but her. Pur. The beautiful woman who had dreamed of him had killed him. She was sobbing he saw and his dagger fell from his fingers, to the rocks. She bent and touched his lips, so that he tasted salt and dirt and blood and he gave her an ironic smile. "Alopeki, dear fox. I am sorry," she sobbed and cradled his head. He sought her hand and instead of finding fingers he got thje wooden fox, thrust sharply into his grip. "I will always be with you." she whispered and he squeezed it tightly until blood was drawn. She placed her cheek to his, tears falling silently, and took the dagger from the rocks. Then, even as he tooks his last breaths, she plunged it into her breast, eyes widening and sparking. He knew she was dead. She collapsed over him, the hilt driving further, making her spasm. He shuddered and moved his head until his lips were at her ear. With his last strength he moaned, "With you always." And then he too, slipped into darkness. End. adios RocketMan