This is the beginning of a story based off of defan777 called "A Tale of Two Factions." Any comments would be appreciated, as long as they are constructive.
"RUN JAMES! RUN!"
Jimmy stopped running and glanced back, looking long enough to see the Legionnaires tackle his mother to the ground, pinning her down. Two of them glanced up and noticed him running away. Through a subtle nudge of his shoulder, one of the Veterans ordered a pair to give chase. They sheathed their machetes and started springing after Jimmy. He began running as fast as his 10 year-old legs would allow. But he couldn't outrun the Legionnaires behind him. One knocked him down as the other readied a piece of rope. With his hands bound, Jimmy was walked to the town square, where he saw first-hand the way the Legion sent messages: the guards of the town crucified, the officials flogged and whipped while the remaining citizens watched. Jimmy glanced around, noting a lack of men in the crowd, mostly women and children. He could not see his mother though. They were all watching this brazen display of violence. A man walked over him, with a wolf's head on his. He crouched down, looking Jimmy in his baby blue eyes, staring into them. Jimmy couldn't help but feel as though this man was staring into his very soul. Before the man spoke, Jimmy coughed and coughed and the man leaned back, almost in disgust. When Jimmy stopped, the man leaned back in to say something, which is when Jimmy struck: leaning forward and spitting in the mans' face. The Legionnaires holding him began forcing him to the ground to be punished and they had him on his knees when the stranger held up a hand. After wiping the spit off of his face, he leaned back to stare again into his eyes again, enjoying the look of anger and contempt in the Jimmy's eyes. "My name is Octavius Metellus, Vexillarius of Caesar's Legion. I can tell from your attitude that you are a fighter. Caesar has a need for people like you. If you want these...people, the people of your town to live, you will submit to the will of Caesar. Do you agree?" Jimmy looked at the man, at the faces of the people he lived with and at the pain on their faces. If he promised to go with this, would it keep his mother alive? Jimmy nodded. Octavious grinned, but stated "I need you to repeat after me: Ave, true to Caesar." Jimmy looked at the man, glancing into the black of Octavius's goggles, and simply muttered:
"Ave, true to Caesar."