This is my first story on this account so I hope you like it. Feel free to review or PM me for suggestions or thoughts. I won't be going with the story line I will pretty much make stuff up as I go so don't hate me for going off track xD.

In the time of the romans, there lived these creatures called Human Hounds. They are not much different from humans, but they have greater senses than a regular human being. They can smell their prey from miles away even with the stench of bloody dead bodies all around. Don't bother whispering for they can hear you. They are ten times faster, so don't run if you come by one. They have eyes like an eagle, for they can see the sweat on your skin when you lie. They have super strength and can lift tons. Their sense of smell is great like a wolf's nose.

Some of these creatures can be tamed and can have a more mature brain and can be taught many languages. But those who lose their minds to the forest, are long gone from this world. They growl and snarl at everything in their path. They don't trust anyone unless you are of their kind.

Spartacus and his group happened to come by two. Their names were Agron and Duro. They were twin brothers who did everything together. They were always by eachothers side no matter what. Spartacus saved them from the romans who were planning to use them as if they were just animals. He found them chained up and bruised. Agron snarled and growled at Spartacus because he thought he was a roman. But when Spartacus freed them, they knew they could trust him. Ever since that day, Agron and Duro have been loyal to them. Then one tragic day, Duro gave his life saving his brother.

Spartacus, Crixus, Agron, and Duro decided to go hunting. Agron and Duro were, as usual, wrestling each other and trying to be the first one to catch their prey. They always made everything a competition. They were too distracted to smell the scents of romans approaching. In one quick second, they were fighting against a group of romans who were patrolling by the road. Everything happened so fast. Spartacus lept and sliced a roman's head off. Crixus pulled out his sword and impaled a man and quickly turned around and stabbed another one charging at him from behind. Agron and Duro fought side by side, killing every man that charges. But one man, Agron did not see, charged and lifted up his sword to stab him, but Duro saw him and yelled out Agron's name while running and pushed his brother out of the way and taking the blow. The stab was fatal and nothing could save him.

"DURO!" Agron screamed with anger and killed the one who wounded his brother. After the roman fell limp, he rushed to his brother's side pulling his head in his lap.

"You fool, I should be the one in your place." Agron said.

"You're calling me a fool when you forget to watch from behind." Duro said laughing a little but quickly coughing out blood.

"Don't speak brother, for you are quickly losing to the afterlife." Agron spoke his voice just below a whisper.

"The afterlife will take me either way, and I will be free from this world. I long to see you there too brother." Duro said taking his last breath. Agron shook his brother trying to keep him from leaving this world, but the color in his eyes were fading away. Agron held his brother roaring with rage and sadness. His eyes turning red but quickly fading back to it's color when he looked at his brother's lifeless body. He held their foreheads together and cried.

Spartacus and Crixus watched from a distance for they knew not to interfere. Crixus was not very fond of the two German brothers, but he knew how loss had felt when Naevia was taken from him. Spartacus lost his wife to the romans, and quickly after that he wanted to seek revenge. He would have to look after Agron and make sure he doesn't kill himself charging into the nearest household.

They stood there for awhile in silence. Then they could hear more voices up ahead. "Agron we must go, more romans are coming!" Spartacus said preparing to draw his sword.

Agron growled and said "Let them come, for I shall kill them all with my hands."

"No, we can not take them, we must hurry and get back to our home, there we will bury your brother and soon the time will come when you can avenge him." Spartacus said putting his hand on his shoulder. Agron hesitated for a bit, but slowly nodded shortly after. He put one of his arms under his back and the other under his legs and picked up his brother. Then they started to walk back.

They got back to their home and were greeted with smiles and open arms. But their faces fell when they saw the body in Agron's arms and the look of nothing but anger and pain. The people cleared a path for them. They went straight to the healing chambers to clean his lifeless brother up and prepare him for his burial.

Agron grabbed a wet cloth and gently rubbed the wound on Duro's chest. Then he cleaned up the blood on his arms, legs, and finally his face. Agron gazed at his brother's face hoping to see him open his eyes and smile. But nothing happened. He finally finished preparing his brother then picked him up again and went to the spot where others were buried.

Spartacus and the others were already waiting for Agron. There were torches lit and a hole in the ground where Duro will soon lay for eternity.

Agron walked slowly towards them then gently lowered his brother into the ground. Once he was in, Agron threw in a necklace his mother wore. Ever since she died Agron wore it. He insisted Duro to wear it too, but he refused because he knew Agron needed it more than he did. Now he wanted Duro to have it and in return he took Duro's necklace and wore it so he wouldn't forget his brother. Spartacus and Crixus began to fill the hole with dirt. Agron watched until the last piece of dirt was thrown upon his brother's grave.

Then he turned and walked back to his chambers. When inside, he stood there, taking in what just happened that day. The hunt, when the romans came, Duro sacrificing himself, the burial, his necklace. Agron clenched his fists with anger and began punching the wall. He didn't care if it hurt, if it made his knuckles bleed, or if his hands broke, he let out all his anger not caring of what he was doing to his body. Finally he stopped realizing the hole in the wall. He sat down on his hard bed and buried his face in his hands. Then he felt his hair. He and his brother had the same hairstyle, stands of braids pulled back behind their head. He gripped them then started to undo them. He didn't want to look like his brother. He didn't want to remember what happened. So he cut them. He cut it short until he didn't look like his brother. Afterwards he laid on his bed and for a long time he couldn't go to sleep. But sooner or later he drifted off with his brother's death replaying in his mind.

Spartacus and the others began to worry. It has been days since Duro's death and no one has caught sight of Agron. They knew not to mess with him but they would have to if he wasn't going to eat or drink and likely kill himself.

Just when Spartacus had enough and was going to drag Agron's ass out here if he had to, Agron appeared from his room and came into view. Everyone stared, especially at his hair since it didn't look like his brother's anymore. Agron walked straight to Spartacus ignoring the stares he could feel on his back.

"I think I am ready to join you and the others now." Agron said.

"Are you sure brother?" Spartacus asked. There was silence then a sigh from Agron.

"Yes, but you promise I will see till romans end?" Agron said smiling.

"I promise we will both see the romans perish before us" Spartacus said handing Agron a drink. They toasted and everyone cheered.

After a few drinks and friendly battles, everyone returned to their chambers for some rest. It left the night quiet and calm. Nothing made a sound, not even crickets could be heard. It was the night Agron thought he could finally sleep well, until the howl came.

It was loud and sounded like it was in pain. Agron flew up from his bed and quickly grabbed his sword. He ran outside to see the others awake.

"I recall you heard it too." Agron said.

"Do you know what creature would make such a sound?" Spartacus asked turning to Agron.

"Yes, it is of my kind. It sounded in pain. Spartacus we must help it, I can not turn back from instinct." Agron pleaded. Spartacus hesitated but nodded.

"Alright, we shall help."

"Spartacus, we do not know if creature can be trusted. What if it is a trap? What if there are romans waiting for us and using his kind to draw us out?" Crixus said taking a step beside Spartacus.

"No matter what the situation is, I have told Agron that we will go to aid. It is in our nature to help others not turn away from what we could stop from happening." Spartacus said turning to face Crixus.

"I know where your heart is Spartacus, but what happens when we lose people to something that was not even real?" Crixus said.

"What would you do if Naevia was there? Would you turn away from it because of fear?" Spartacus asked. He knew this would affect Crixus, and it did.

Crixus sighed but gave in. They all agreed they were going and began to prepare.

"Alright, I will take few men with me and the rest will stay and guard the camp. Agron, you and some men will stay with me and find the creature who is in pain. Crixus, you and the others will scout ahead for any romans or others that could be lurking near there." Spartacus said. They all agreed and left the camp.

Spartacus, Agron, and a few other men were heading in the direction where they heard the howl, when another one came. This one sounded more painful than the last one and much more closer. The howl had an affect on Agron since he whimpered at the sound and then took off at full speed toward the direction from which it came.

"Agron stop!" Spartacus yelled and followed after.