15/100 DSC Day 16. The boy woke up on his cot. It wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as that first night. He was thirsty. He smelled of blood and sweat. He looked around the room, young men were dressing wounds, tending to their gear, sharpening their swords. They all looked tired and hungry. This was the life. The life of a SPARTAN TRAINEE. This month was full of sparring and battle drills. Only one trainee can emerge on top. Would it be him?