I put on my chest crossbelt, my sheathed sword and then wore the purple robe gifted to me by the Caesar.As soon as I entered the hall, all eyes were on me.“Son, come in and take a seat.” the Caesar gestured to the chair beside him.I went to the chair, sat down and looked at him inquisitively“You requested for me Father.”He looked at my face then his smile vanished“Are you troubled with anything?” he then patted my shoulder“Never let anyone trample on your dignity nor on your happiness.”“Yes Father.” He then looked at general Amphitryon“How are the preparations coming.”The general smiled“The blacksmiths have all completed their tasks, 2000 black metal armor, and the Prince's sword has been forged from a rock sent down by Apollo, and the swordmaster from Argos will be here in another 3 days.”I was confused“What's going on Father, are we under attack?”The Caesar turned to me and patted my shoulder, smiling.“We learnt from the men who went with you of your exceptional lead
Just then, all hell broke loose. War cries could be heard all around us.“SHIELD WALL FORMATION!! MAINTAIN THE FORMATION, DO NOT BREAK EXCEPT ON MY COMMAND!!”I hollered and tried my best to think up a plan for the next course of action.The soldiers weren't trembling neither were they afraid, I guess they were confident in the metal armor we were all wearing, but if there's one thing I know, its that it doesn't matter the kind of weapon you use, nor the kind of armor you wear, because when it comes to war, even the smallest object could kill a well trained soldier.Half naked barbaric looking men rushed out from all corners of the surrounding wielding axes, pickaxes, swords, maces, steel hammers. That's when he came; 9.7ft tall, dressed in a dusty kilt and chest cross belt, eyes emitting crazy killing intents and burly muscles ready to crush the bones of anyone who defiled him, holding a large bloodied stone hammer, his aura was stronger and more deadly than that of the Cyclops and h
Four years has gone in just a blink of an eye and yet we're still at war with Germania.“General Maximus, the Caesar requests your presence.” Namor saluted as he finished.Yeah, I got promoted to General when Amphyhitron met with misfortune as an arrow found its way to his throat two years ago, I took over his position and since then the tides had turned to our favor as Rome was winning.I saw Father atop his horse alongside other nobles.“Father, you sent for me.” I said and gave a slight bow.“Germania has mustered all its troops from far and near, they mean to end this war once and for all.” He said and his face was gloomy.I merely smiled.“You find this situation amusing my son?” He asked visibly annoyed.“Forgive me Father.” I wiped off the smiles from my face and became all business as I continued.“But the Assyrians have long fled from the battlefield as they've suffered heavy loss when I charged into their lines and slaughtered half their troops. The news of Germania musterin
I went towards Father, with a slight bow, I greeted him.“Father, the war between Rome and Germania is now over just as I promised.”He came down from his horse, walked over to me and gave me a hug, then he kissed my cheek.“I knew the gods has blessed us the day you battled the cyclops, you have liberated Rome again and again.”I smiled.“Father, Rome gave me a home and for that I'm eternally grateful.” I then held his hand.“Let's go home Father, you reek of dust and smoke.” I said jokingly.He laughed out loud and looked towards the nobles now striding towards us.“The young Caesar thinks I am too old to take care of myself.” he said and laughed again and so did the nobles.I gaped at him in surprise. Did he just say “Young Caesar”, does he plan on making me his successor? What will happen to Commodus then?. I didn't like where this was going and I decided to make him know it.“Father, what young Caesar, I am not even of royal birth, besides, you have Commodus.” I said but he only
July 2022!Leaving the British airport, my next objective was to reach the embassy and collect my weapons and armor. I flagged down a cab.“Where to Sir?” He asked as I sat down.“The embassy if you please.” I said and turned my attention to the scenery of London.“Will do Sir.” He said and ignited the engine.The cab driver kept glancing at me through the mirror.“You here on vacation?” He asked.“Just here on business.” I replied nonchalantly.“Whatcha a young kid like you searching for on the streets of London?, what sorta business if you don't mind me asking.” He asked and glanced through the mirror.I wanted to just ignore the curious man but then I decided to piggyback on a famous movie punchline.“Sorry, but its the kind I'll have to kill you if I tell you.”He laughed out loud.“You a special agent or a team guy?” He asked.“Neither. I'm just a kid like you said.” I said in way that cut off any further conversation.The rest of the drive was silent and soon I arrived at the em
The knight and I crossed swords, he was clearly more powerful than I am but it didn't mean I'd give up so easily.CLINK!CLANK!It was a fierce battle and I once again found myself on the ground. I vomited another mouthful of blood and I felt my body writhing with pain.“Pity, such a pity. You hope to defeat me with such meagre strength?, you can't even defeat 10 of my death knights. How then do you plan to deal with the remaining 3000 death knights if you can't even defeat 10?” Minos shook his head and I knew he was disappointed. He had spent the last two weeks training me.Minos had trained me in secret, he did that because Lucius had requested him to and the case of me clearing his cave was just for show. Minos had said he would grant me free passage through his cave but I didn't expect him to go back on his word.“Minos, we can't keep doing this.” I said and tried to stand but still fell.“I want to see some real battle and not this cat and mouse fight. Pity, the witch Queen Simra
We arrived at a small town, under the pitch black night. The folks weren't exactly the friendly type either. I strolled around the street searching for an eatery or at least a snack-bar.I found a bar and I went in. I was greeted with the silence the moment I got in. The bustling bar had turned into a graveyard.“You lost fella?” the male bartender asked as he reached his hand below the counter.“You need food or milk?” He asked again and that's when I knew something was up. I turned around and looked at the fear stricken men and women staring at me.“Good Sir, is it liquor you want?” he asked again. I smelt gunpowder and I knew the bartender was holding a gun ready to shoot in case I turn out to be the bad guy.He was a middle-aged bald man, he wasn't brawny, he seems to not have eaten for a year.“Do you have steak? With lots of sauce. Oh yeah, I'll need that milk you mentioned earlier as well.” I said. I still stood by the door.“Pick a table Sir. I will get your orders ready.” he
I regained consciousness only to find myself in a pitch black room. It was so dark I couldn't even see past myself. I was seated on some kind of chair but I don't know what. I tried to stand but my body won't obey me, I decided to meditate and link to the demon wolf but I felt nothing.“Do not trouble yourself with that which is out of your reach.” a voice said. Though sweet and soothing, I felt malice and hatred from it.“Who's there? Show yourself!” I said trying my very best to remain calm.“The great and mighty Roman Prince, Maximus Aurelius, harbinger of death, now degraded to a lowly captive.” she said and laughed maniacally.I tried to recall how I got here, how I lost consciousness and who this crazy girl is.“By now you must have known you can't connect to the demon wolf inside you.” she laughed again.I knew then that this witch may have something to do with me losing connection to the demon wolf.“What did you do to me witch?” I asked.“Temper, temper. Tsk tsk tsk. You know