Summary: With the Rebels on the loose, Loa is forced out of hiding into a revolutionary cause to give freedom to all and spill Roman blood. Loa is from an ancient civilization, one that very few have heard of or seen. Can unfriendly encounters turn into love? Agron/OC.

Rating: M for adult situations, mature themes, violence and later chapters...

Genre: Drama/Romance

Pairing: Agron/OC

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing from Spartacus, sadly, however I do own OC characters obviously :P

A/N: Hey guys :) I'm new to writing here although I have been reading the stories for a while now so I decided it was time to take a chance with it. I hope you will enjoy reading this story:)

Enjoy!

All I ever knew was to believe in the teachings of my people, to believe that there is reason to everything. My people the Aolans (A-Oh-Lans), were from an ancient civilization we prided ourselves in the fact that we were hidden from the treacherous people outside of our lands. But not everything can stay so beautiful, not everything can stay hidden from treacherous ears.

The Aolans were known for their peaceful nature, we had no need for selfish wars, yet we knew the art of the sword but when others would use it to slice their opponents into nothing more that pieces we chose to use sword fighting as a way of meditation. The thought of harming another sickened us, yet when put to the test we would do anything for our loved ones.

We were all skilled in the art of combat as well, also for meditative purposes. Women were treated as equals to the man, we were raised to be healers to those in need. We all had distinguishing characteristics to others not from our tribe, light mocha skin with sandy light golden brown hair. What set us apart from others was our golden honey eye colour. Exotically beautiful was how some described us. Beauty unrivaled.

Beauty that yet got us killed. A Roman fleet happened to stumble upon our lands, they did as they had always done, take what was useful and cause destruction to what was not. We fought our hardest, we fought to the best we could but we wer caught by surprise and destroyed. My father, the chief of our people, during his last moments sent me into the forest. I remember the screams of my people, the blood that spattered over me when they killed my father, they took everything from me.

I was left to fend for myself in the forest, I spent many months by myself I had built a fort within a large tree hidden away so not visible to prying eyes. I knew going outside of the forest would be the death of me I would be seized and sold into slavery if not murdered.

I had learned to hunt from my father, and learned of the edible herbs present in the forest from my mother. I knew I was the sole survivor of my people, the thought nearly splits me in two. I had visited my lands, all of the burnt bodies the stench horrifying I wept for them, for their lives I meditated for their peaceful afterlife.

I wanted to avenge them, yet I could not bring myself to, I am one woman, I was taught that vengeance was hate un-needed. How was I to hate the Romans if I was taught not to hate those who wrong us? I burn with the desire to see their Roman heads seperate from their bodies, the thought frightens me I have lost all morals I will do what I must to surivive even if that includes slaughtering those who pose as threats.

I would mourn the deaths of my people. I would keep the customs of my people in my heart and I would protect those in need.

There was a river near by with a waterfall, I decided to bathe here for I'm sure I smelt like shit. I had made soap and brought a small sack of clothing with me with a cloth used for drying.

Wearing a simple homemade dress that stopped above my knees I stripped it off along with my fathers swords grabbing the soap and easing my body into the cold yet soothing waters. Swimming beneath the surface cleansing my long hair from dirt and leaves. I lathered my body with the soap singing a soft lullaby my mother use to sing to me. Then pulling my soiled dress and cleansing it as well.

Once clean, I slipped out of the water and slipped on another dress only slightly longer and braided my hair into a single braid. Slipping on my fathers swords into their casings and onto my back I left the river.

I hummed a soft tune while hanging my dress to dry on a branch surrounding my home. I then left in search of food. Whilst deep within the forest I was focused on picking some edible berries, suddenly I heard the sound of horses and carriage. I hid within a tree looking until I spotted the carriage, I could tell that this was a slave trader shipping his slaves off. I knew in my heart I should do something. However I knew I was at risk of being caught. My heart knew best so I followed it.

Slipping into the shadows of the forest I crept upto the carriage, there were only few men I could easily take them out. I slipped behind on and silently stabbed him in the back of the head. Then slid under the carrage to the next man throwing my hand over his mouth I slit his throat. Hearing the body fall to the ground the slave trader turned I acted on impulse and stabbed him in the heart. Leaping off of the dead body I went to the rear of the carriage and opened the cloth.

Only one slave was alive head between legs weeping. Others lay dead, women, at her feet. Beaten to death by the slave trader. The one woman had short ink coloured hair, dark of skin. Shivering and crying.

"shhh, slow your tears I only wish to help you, the men are dead no one will harm you anymore" I said softly "please, take hold of my hand it is not safe to be out in the open right now"

She raises her head slowly her eyes meet mine as the tears fall down her cheeks. She slowly takes hold of my hand, I then help her out of the carriage. Once feet have hit the ground her arms lock around my body in a tearful embrace. I return the embrace softly rubbing her back soothing her.

"I shall see you to safety, fallow me" I took her hand and lead her towards my home away from the bodies, her crying had stopped as we walked in silence. Once we reached my home I climbed the tree and grabbed the homemade ladder from inside to throw it down so that she could climb up. I pulled her in once she was at the top of the ladder and lit some candles to see more clear now that the sun was setting.

I grabbed some clothes and clean water as well as herbs for the scratches on her arms. "What is your name?" I asked while dabbing the scratches with the water.

"N-Neavia" she trembled. "you need not fear me, I am Loa (Low-Ah) from the Aolan tribe, pleased to meet you" I bowed my head to her with a fist over my heart before continuing to care for her wounds. She looked up shocked "You are from the Aolan Tribe? I have never met someone from there before"

I laughed "Yes, I am afraid I am the last of my kind." she looked at me sadly "The stories of your people are true then. Such beauty is unmistakable apologies" I shook my head "None needed. Beauty is everywhere, perhaps not as much as of late".

"Tell me your story, if you wish?" I asked while bandaging the scratches. She looked down, tears welling in her eyes "I am sorry, perhaps I ask to much apologies" I said gently. "No it is fine, you saved my life it is only fair I tell you how it became endangered" She sniffled wiping away her tears. I went over to make her some herbal tea, giving the cup to her shaky hands she began her tale.

"I was born into slavery, I was a personal slave in the house of Batiatus, a lutus. My Domina had seen to it that I remain un-touched and without harm. She had confided in me, her affair with another slave, a gladiator named Crixus" she said his name so fondly I came to the conculsion he was a dear friend or lover "Crixus was forced to be with her, he noticed how much I had grown and I had always been rather fond of him."

A lover than "we had begun a secret romance in the night, knowing we would never be able to be together in visible sight. He was still forced to lay with her, he had to even though it hurt me. Another slave had taken notice of me, Ashur, he was rewarded with me one night, oh how I hated it sickened with the feel of him over my Crixus. Crixus had made discovery when Ashur laid hands upon me attacking him. Ashur let truth free of how I was not untouched by man when he layed with me leading to Domina making horrible discovery. She was angered and frightening, she had loved him, but he did share that love for her, only me. Crixus was sentenced to whipping for disobiedence and I, I was sent away broken and battered to many a villas. Shared between men and treated as a common whore, I was on way to next villa when you appeared saving me from further encounters"

She was crying heavily, I slid the cup from her hands and embraced her. "You have been through much, yet have survived. I know your task to be a hard one but you must overcome your fears. Only then will you really be free. Only then will you be reunited with the man you love" I told her.

"He and other slaves from the lutus have rebelled and killed the dominus, he is to be hunted down and killed" She said tearfully "Silence thoughts of death, you have survived, he shall as well. If his love is true he will search for you and you will live together and raise children together. Put mind to ease that he no longer is forced against his will, put mind to ease that he has not died and that he loves you" I said as I blew the candles out, lying with her on my bedding "come rest now, ease horrible thoughts from mind and fall into slumber and know you will wake in the morn".

A/N: So as you can see I'm adding my own twist to things hopefully it works out for the best :) please review and msg if you like where the story is going :) Thanks for reading!