There was quite a list of things to accomplish during an early morning in Greece. A charismatic centaur stepped out of a stable that was as cozy as any house could be. He lived outside of the village, which he enjoyed because it displayed a beautiful sight when the sun was rising. His tail swished with content while he gazed, the corners of his mouth moving outward in a smile. This would be the last time he’d see his home, possibly forever. Philip stepped back into his house, gathering his pieces of armour so he was no longer bare and vulnerable. He searched through his belongings and found a whistle that looked much like a miniature trumpet. His fingers felt the smoothness of the carved wood before he looped a string through it and tied it around his neck. When he walked back out with the rest of his supplies, two women were standing near the doorstep. Both of them looked somber, one with her arms behind her back and the other with her arms crossed over her chest. Philip chuckled to himself and approached them, his hooves clopping ever so quietly against the short grass. They were an older and younger sister that visited him more often than anyone else. “Philip… Will you tell us about your adventures when you come back?” asked the younger sister, the elder one only smiling. The centaur smiled warming and bowed his head to them and answered, “You can count on it.” He hoped he would be able to grant her the favour and then handed them a small key he used to lock and unlock his stable house. “Would you like to take care of my home while I’m gone? You’re welcome to read my books anytime you’d like.” The pair nodded gleefully, the elder sister taking the key and holding it tightly against her heart as a sign of promise. Philip grinned, his eyes moist but releasing no tears as he embraced the both of them with his long arms. “Tell the other girls to take care.” After those words, he trotted away from his house. He went towards a valley of grass, trees, flowers and small mammals while blowing the little horn around his neck. It summoned a group of centaurs that galloped towards him from the thicket of plants, each with a quiver on his back and a bow in his hands. Philip trained them for this day and right there in the valley, they began their walk to the ocean where they'd meet their new comrades.