Roman Fort

Tiberius sat poised his eyes alert, staring into the gloom ahead of him. He was sitting on a small bar stool outside the soldiers barracks. His sword was drawn and lay across his lap. Tiberius had been one of the most well respected soldiers of his generation but now the ageing general filled in on gaurd duty out of his own free will. Just to stay involved with the army was a thrill for him. He was not like the other older soldiers all they had was memories what he had was real. It was a dark night inside the Roman Fort, its true name was Vallum Antonini but the traders and merchants from lands afar had dubbed it 'roman fort' or 'home of the brave'. Tiberius had sometime to go over his life. The most important thing in his life, apart from the Roman Empire of course, was his sixteen year old son Lucius. He was a big boy, a strong boy and had already learned how to use the sword. He was the youngest soldier to be involved in a Roman raid on Spain. That raid had not lasted long and it had been a petty fight with nothing to gain but that had not stopped Lucius from leaving his mark on the battlefield. He maanged to slay ten men in the two day raid which most older generals would have been proud of he had also made his father the proudest man alive. As he was reminiscing on the past, a stray dog barked in the distance bringing him back to reality. Through the gloom he saw a hooded figure emerge. Tiberius was on his feet within a second. "Halt who goes there!" he yelled. The man stopped but did not answer, infact he made no movement at all, just stared in the direction of Tiberius. The man slowly moved his hand into his cloak but with cat like speed Tiberius was on him sword raised and ready for battle.

Meanwhile Lucius sat in a small pub the only light in the small dingy pub was a fire set in the corner of the room. The pub had no one else inside but something troubled Lucius something did not feel right. His hand almost on instinct going to his sword but yet nothing the room was as empty as it had ever been.Lucius had long blonde hair which he kept covered with a hood he had bright blue eyes and a smile never left his face even when he was in the heat of battle his smile was the last thing an enemy would see on this earth.Lucius pulled himself to his feet and moved to the door with a creaking noise it moved slowly open,he moved onto the street the stars shone high above him lighting up the sky like a weird firework display. He had no idea why but still he felt uneasy like someone was watching him no matter how fast he walked he was unable to shake the feeling it consumed him and he felt a chill in his heart.He was a brisk five minute walk from the soldier barracks as he moved through the streets eyes alert he saw something moving very quickly towards him he leapt to oneside his body seemed to hit something and he had realised he had jumped into a wall. As he looked up he saw a dogs face panting away and tail wagging he pulled him self to his feet and aimed a kick at the animal the dog jumped back and barked at him before tearing off in the other direction. As he came closer to the soldier barracks he heard the sound of metal clanging he knew all two well what that sound was a sword fight! He moved around the corner and drew his sword. Lucius reconginsed his father instantly he yelled out "father get back" the second it took Tiberius to look was enough the cloaked man stabbed him in the chest! It looked as if Tiberius had not quite understood what had just happend,he pulled his sword upwards as if to strike but it dropped out of his hand and he collapsed  in a heap. Lucius looked on dumbstruck his brain was telling him to move but his legs would not obey sorrow washed over him and his eyes filled with tears a small groan from his fallen father brought him back down to earth he realised Tiberius was not dead just wounded. This snapped him out of his sorrow and with a yell of anger he moved towards the cloaked man sword raised ready to kill ,but the doors of the soldier barracks flew open the cloaked man realised he was outnumbered and made a dash for it no chance he would escape as the soldiers gave chase, Lucius knelt down next to his old man and let out an agonizing scream his father,Tiberius the great lay dead before him.

The years seemed to pass Lucius by the sorrow he felt it was like a dagger in his heart. He became moody and did not talk much he was twenty years of age when he left the army infact when he left Vallum Antonini he was only twenty one. He moved to the countryside to work as a farmboy away from his family away from his friends and most importantly away from Rome.The shack he lived in was a dirty little thing only possesion he had was his sword and his clothes. But the small farm town accepted him as a hardworking loyal man and did not ask many questions about his past. The day he recived his citzenship from the mayor was a weird day he had been known as a foreigner he had no idea that this little  farming town called Andalucia would be the first place he ever called home the first place he ever embraced after his fathers death he had been a lost soul a man with no home and nothing to look forward to  Andalucia had brought it all back to him and the day the bandits attacked was the day it was time to pay the little town back for its goodness. He was just outside his shack soaking up the sun when he heard a scream a scream of terror it shook him to the bone he ran towards the village and with his speed he reached it in about two minutes flat. After being in the Roman Army he had trained alot but he had  been out of pracitice for sometime and he was huffing and puffing by the time he reached the village fence their were two men dressed in all black, swords in hand. Two other men lay dead next to them one was the village gaurd who Lucius did not know by name the other was Vibius a sixteen year old boy the thought of these men killing children filled Lucius with anger and hate but as his hand strayed towards his scabbard he realised he had left his sword behind in the shack. No time to go back he jumped over the village fence and by chance lying on the market stall was a hatchet not the best weapon but better than bare fists he picked it up and pushed through the crowd until he was at the front.The first man he saw was a head shorter than Lucius but he was built and strong. The other was bigger than Lucius but skinny he had a scar down the left side of his cheek. The skinny man moved towards Lucius he kicked the village gaurd out of his way and moved forward. Lucius whose anger had left him for a moment it all came rushing back without a second thought Lucius threw himself forward and buried the hatched in the mans skull! For a second the other man looked shocked but that did not last long he started moving towards Lucius with his sword raised, Lucius stopped for a second stooped and picked up the dead mans sword.Lucius and the remaining man circled each other both waiting for the other to make a move Lucius was happy to get the fight started and moved forward chopping at the mans head,the man did not dodge instead he brought his sword upwards so that both swords clashed together Lucius dodged back before he came back slashing at the man this time the mans defence was not so solid and Lucius opended up a cut on his upper arm. But before he had time to think about it the man attacked he threw his full body weight into Lucius knocking him backwards they fell to the floor,Lucius was winded and dropped his sword for a second the man pulled himself to his feet and drove at Lucius aiming for his chest with the sword but Lucius used his army traning to the full throwing himself to one side he jumped back to his feet and kicked the man in his stomache winding him he then punched him several times before picking his sword up and driving it threw his chest. The man looked shock that Lucius had won the fight so quickly in the matter of seconds everything had turned against him he dropped to his knees and as soon as Lucius had pulled out the sword he fell to his side and with one final groan  his soul left this earth forever. As Lucius turned around sweating like mad the men and women of Andalucia let out a scream of pleasure for the newest member of Andalucia a heroes welcome.

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