Chapter 1 : The Start
In the latter stages of midsummer, in the land of Briton, or Britannia to the Romans, the last of the harvest was brought in under the watchful eye of the simmering day star.
Peasants worked the land alongside the oxen whilst Roman infantry and the famous Sarmation knights sparred amongst each other, exercised their animals or took advantage of the long days to rest their weary limbs.
It was on one of these lazy autumnal days that a young boy rode into the fort along the Great Wall that housed these men. The horse he rode was steaming and blowing heavily, both man-child and beast were covered in dirt and dust from the hard roads.
"A message for Sir Arthur," the boy wheezed, as a crowd formed "from General Septimus Orinious IV, very urgent!"
The boy managed these words before collapsing where he stood.
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400 miles away a similarly exhausted young lad also collapsed after giving an almost identical speech to a group of worried stable lads.
Just a start! I've got an idea to play with at any rate!
Any comments, don't be nasty!
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