59BC The Romans began their siege on Spain and Portugal

I couldn't see through all the smoke that plagued my small trading village.

"Dad! Mom!" I cried into the smoke. But it was all drowned out by the screams of the other villagers and the crackling of the buildings.

I tried again. "Dad! Mom!", no luck.

I began to run in random directions trying to look for my parents.

I shouted again, "Mom! Dad!".

Suddenly I tripped over someone. I looked over and brushed away the body's hair. It was my mother, but I did not shed a tear. My father had told me that men who cry in battle usually die in the same way.

I got back up and began to ran. Now that I found my mother I had one other to find.

"Dad!" I tried again, "Dad!"

I came around the outskirts of town where I saw many soldiers and hid behind a nearby home. I looked out and saw many prisoners either dead or tied up. I also saw my father. He was tied up, kneeling in front of a large bodied man. They were talking quietly but I always had excellent hearing.

"So we've finally found you. You were a hero to all of Rome but then you ran" said the large man.

My father didn't answer nor did he look at the man.

"But what I don't understand is why you would come to this poor, dying, village."

"… It was for them. Rome had destroyed too much so I tried to save at least one village. Or in my case one family. But I've even failed at that" my father said.

"Yes. I had heard you ran and married a Spaniard let alone a . Too bad but you know that we had to kill her. She was a mongrel."

I grind my teeth as he says this.

"No. It is you people who are the mongrels. You destroy and kill for your own personal gain. That is the reason I ran. That is the reason I'm able to except my fate."

The man draws his blade. "Well then. Take it."

The next thing I know the large man strikes his blade into my father's chest where he falls covered in blood. Even though my father had told me never to mourn the death of another. In the first time since I was a mere baby. I shed a tear, not a full cry, no. Just a tear.

I'm then grabbed from behind by an enemy soldier. I try to fight back but he restraints me. In his arms I still struggle as I come closer to the man that killed my father.

"Sir Leroy. I found this behind a nearby hut." he said.

The newly named, Sir Leroy comes to me and removes my headpiece I usually wear. My ears pop out revealing what I am and when my ears are shown my tail always pops through my pants with it.

"Oh. Look what we have here. Judging from his ears I'd say he's a lynx rase de animale jumătate. He could be sold a high price at the slave market." Lerei claimed.

"You bastard! I'll revenge my father's death you monster!" I shout.

"Oh. So you're the sum of Enrick's little equation. You'll definitely be worth a high price." He said. "But your much too …rout."

Next thing I knew I was knocked out and fell into darkness.

During my coma like state I had a very strange dream. I'd tell you about it but you'd be pretty bore cause I was out for a long time. But it was mostly visions of me and my parents in our everyday lives. And one was when I was going to be a big brother…I guess that's gone too.

Something hits a bump and I awaken slowly, a sharp pain in the back of my head. As I rise from a seat of what is a cart. I look around to see that there are only two people on this wagon. Me and another boy, a bunny rase de animale jumătate, probably around my age.

He sniffles. "I thought you were dead. You were asleep for a long time. I thought I'd be alone again." He digs his face in his knees. "My name's Ignous. What's yours?"

"Darlious. Hey are you a bunny rase de animale jumătate?" I reply.

He shakes his head no. "No. I'm a hare. My mommy said that hare's are more prestigious, that they are strong like me." He begins to cry. "Now they took my mommy, daddy, and lil' Sis."

My ears lower in sadness cause the worse thing than knowing someone you love is dead is knowing their alive but separated from you. I gather my strength and jump to the floor.

"Well Ignous. I'm Darlious de Roma, age 12, and a proud lynx rase de animale jumătate. How 'bout you?"

He rises and wipes his tears. And in the lowest whisper I heard he said, "I'm Ignous de Frante, age 10 and a hare rase de animale jumătate."

And then I knew that even if I don't know where I'm going or who anyone is. At least I have a friend to not know anything with and that's just ok. Well for now.