Marcus harvested his crops that day with much enthusiasm. The gods had truly blessed him with a bountiful endorsement of crops to take him and his family through the winter months, something he was most gracious for. He turned to look at his villa. His wife, gorgeous by any mans standards was watching him at work, admiring him he hoped. He gave a wave and wiping his brow he returned to his work, grinning to himself thankful for such an existance few of the proletarii could of aspired to.
On a hill to the east Marcus soon came to notice a couple of men standing around seemingly taking in the view of the sprawling landscape of Gaul. Ofcourse he thought nothing of it, the Germanic Barbarians often mingled here and there perhaps to trade or apparently just take in the view of a civilised society. However this day seemed to be special, yet more men gathered upon the hill. Marcus laughed to himself "A ceromony to the harvest, to that i'll drink tonight."
Looking back at the window he saw his wife had gone, perhaps to attend his baby girl. He finnished the last of the field and decided to return to his villa, no sooner had he reached the door his wife opened it her face pale with grief. She latched onto his arm and pulled him inside and manage to stutter some words "Bar bar barbarians Marcus!"
"I know darling, some ceremony or ritual upon the hill, must of been a lucky harvest for them also. Nothing to worry yourself over." He chuckled and looked into her eyes endearingly, unconcerned of the world outside those four walls.
His wifes face screwed up in disbelief "Why then are they coming here Marcus? Are they to make a tribute to the fort?" she asked almost sobbing in relief. Marcus quickly untangled himself from her embrace and made for the door. Before he could reach for the latch it burst inward upon him knocking him to the ground. And for a moment everything was dark and quiet and he thought he might be drunk and all was merry in the land.
Soon he came to his senses, a tall man of lighter skin towered over him watching him closely. He tried to feel for something to grab quite hopelessely. The barbarian heaved and an axe came down on Marcus' elbow, mangling the joint which began to bleed profusely. He wailed, not only was he in great agony but he could no longer hear the screams of his wife and feared for her too. The barbarian grunted, the second blow landed squarely upon Marcus' head, and all that could be heard were the cries of his baby girl.
This is sort of a prelude to my timeline, criticism is very welcome =]
On a hill to the east Marcus soon came to notice a couple of men standing around seemingly taking in the view of the sprawling landscape of Gaul. Ofcourse he thought nothing of it, the Germanic Barbarians often mingled here and there perhaps to trade or apparently just take in the view of a civilised society. However this day seemed to be special, yet more men gathered upon the hill. Marcus laughed to himself "A ceromony to the harvest, to that i'll drink tonight."
Looking back at the window he saw his wife had gone, perhaps to attend his baby girl. He finnished the last of the field and decided to return to his villa, no sooner had he reached the door his wife opened it her face pale with grief. She latched onto his arm and pulled him inside and manage to stutter some words "Bar bar barbarians Marcus!"
"I know darling, some ceremony or ritual upon the hill, must of been a lucky harvest for them also. Nothing to worry yourself over." He chuckled and looked into her eyes endearingly, unconcerned of the world outside those four walls.
His wifes face screwed up in disbelief "Why then are they coming here Marcus? Are they to make a tribute to the fort?" she asked almost sobbing in relief. Marcus quickly untangled himself from her embrace and made for the door. Before he could reach for the latch it burst inward upon him knocking him to the ground. And for a moment everything was dark and quiet and he thought he might be drunk and all was merry in the land.
Soon he came to his senses, a tall man of lighter skin towered over him watching him closely. He tried to feel for something to grab quite hopelessely. The barbarian heaved and an axe came down on Marcus' elbow, mangling the joint which began to bleed profusely. He wailed, not only was he in great agony but he could no longer hear the screams of his wife and feared for her too. The barbarian grunted, the second blow landed squarely upon Marcus' head, and all that could be heard were the cries of his baby girl.
This is sort of a prelude to my timeline, criticism is very welcome =]
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