posted on Aug, 12 2005 @ 12:13 PM
i knew then. i am not going to survive this one. i am tiberus, a roman legion. and this is my story of how i escaped the gaulish hordes without 3/4 of
"well, all i can say is that disapine is paramount when one is facing and enemey like the gauls." said our vetern sergent yelled to us as we lined
up on that sunny august afternoon in my home town, Ostia Antica, which was a busling port.
"you have gone though the gruling training. now, you go go though the grueling fighting." he gave a meaningful smirk to the corpal, also a vetern. i
glanced at augustus beside me. from the vineyards outside the city, we had always know each other, but i had always acted as an older brother to him.
came natural when we were kids, as i was 5 years older than him. unbeknown to him, i had sworn to his mother that i would protect him. he was staring
"tiberus, you bag of #! is augustus better looking than me?"
"in fact sarge, he is!" the group s'n-word'ed
"right! i have 'ad enough of your cheek!"
"sorry sarge." the sarge was an easy going type, and let it pass over.
"you do 2 guard dutys tonight!"
10 days of hard marching to gaul later, we had our baptism of fire. the sargent and corpral weren't goin to let them get away with it though.
"LINE UP! LINE UP! WHAT THE # ARE YOU DOING IOANNES? GET BACK IN LINE!"
the enemy were going to make a fight of it; they were lining up apposing our legion, ratting shields with spears and shouting. the ground was flat,
and the sun in there eyes, with the wind blowing on our backs. our commander drew his gladius.
"ready javalins!" a captin shouted down the line. the order was repeated by the sergents.
"tiber!, tiber!" said augustus beside me.
"whatever happens, i'll stick with you, you stick with me. cover each others backs, remember?"
i grinned nervously. "go for it!"
we picked up our javalins. the enemy charged.
i picked out one. his spear in hand, and his body gleaming in the sun.
he was shouting something as he and the rest of the rabble ran. the adrainlin kicked in. the fear disappeared.
"NOW!" i threw my javalin, and it added to the swarm traveling towards the enemy. mine hit its target. the warrior screamed as it hit him in the
"NOW!" we threw our second javalin. mine missed, landing tail up in a flurry of dust.
"DRAW!" i was glad the sardge was here. i drew my gladius. the sun glinted off of her beauty. i picked up my sheild.
the enemy crashed into us. the arregsive shouts sometimes punchered by the scream of a dying man. the clang of metal upon metal, and chop of flesh
a warrior came at me, stabing at me with a dirty spear. i caught it neatly like we'd been taught, and , to my utter surpise, the man fell dead, and a
gladius appeared through his chest with a splatter of blood. the blade withdrew, and augustus appeared behind him, wide-eyed with terror, his blade,
armour, face, covered in blood.
"augustus!" i thurst him out the way and caught a stroke of a blade on me sheild, and automaticly stabbing with my own. the warrior died on my
blade, as it went up into his stomach, twisting as it did. his warm bllod gushed on my hand and arm, we were as close as lovers. i looked into his
face, he looked back with an expression of shock, anger, and pain. the battle seemed not to move around us. he looked at me.
"b...b...bastard!" he whispered
i grinned like we'd been old freinds after the other has lost a game of chess. i pulled my sword out, and he screamed with pain, and closed his
"reform! reform!" yelled my sergent "form on me!"
augustus, who looked as if he had troubles of his own, grabbed me and pulled me out of the trance i was in.
"#ING MOVE!" I obeyed. the enemy were running!
"reform!" the enemy were running!
"VICTORY!" I cried, and it was taken up by the men of legion vii