Once lived a little boy. His name was Seleven and he lived in a Greek city-state, named Sparta. Now you see Sparta wasn’t a “fun” or “happy” city. This city-state was all about work, work and work. They trained little girls and boys to go to the army.

Everyone knew Seleven in Sparta, but never would they dare to smile to him, frankly to ANYONE. Seleven always knew that there was something wrong with the Spartans. Even though he is a Spartan, Seleven puts him aside from all the other Spartans. So the legend goes like this. Seleven was very enthusiastic from all the other Spartans. All the Spartans thought the Seleven was crazy and insane for having these kinds of feelings. As days go by, it’s just another normal day at the training academy, when he troughed his spear to high and over the gate. He ran over to reach it when he tripped over a ball. He surprised himself by knowing the word “ball”. He being Seleven went to his master to show him the so called “ball”.

“Flagabuster-buster-giggle-pickle” said the master. “seleven, where did you find this shape”!! “I found it outside the gate, master”. Seleven didn’t get into trouble, but was just warned. As he was walking home, he thought to himself that he should’ve taken the chance to run away. But he didn’t.

Now before I continue, let me tell you something. Seleven’s parents didn’t care much about him. They might as well have raised him, for the sake of raising someone. So that why he asked his mom “can I go outside to PLAY” his mom said fine and didn’t even notice. He wasn’t planning on “playing”. He was planning on running away. For seven days and seven nights, Seleven ran like there was a dragon behind him. He was heading towards Athens, the Greek City-State that was overwhelmed with joy. Once he found it he didn’t know where to go, and where to sleep. But he did know that he was free.