Here I am father, about to go into battle for the first time – my first real battle, I mean. I was there for the fall of Rome when Tullus’ forces stormed the city. I’m no stranger to death and violence. But this is something different entirely.
The war against Septimius is apparently put on hold. The Pontus king has done something unimaginable. Tens of thousands of Roman citizens have been murdered across the eastern part of the empire. Now, the legions rally behind Tullus’ banner as we march out to avenge the massacre of so many innocence.
I’m scared, father. I wish you were here to provide me with some words of comfort. What do I do? What if I’m not capable of being the soldier you were? What if I die? I have so many questions that I can’t get answers too. I don’t dare ask Remus or some of my comrades. Even Titus is thrilled to be going into battle. I do my best to pretend I’m just as eager, but it is a lie. I’m terrified of what might happen.
The only comfort I can find is if I should die in the next few hours, then perhaps I will get the chance to see you again.
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