Chapter One
Stab! Block! Counter! All around me Gauls were falling, killed by my Romans. One Gaul came to me with his spear in hand, ready to run me through. Unfortunately, I was uncooperative. I chopped his spearhead off and stabbed his stomach. He went down clutching his belly, slowly bleeding to death. I jumped over the soon-to-be corpse and charged into another skirmish on the battlefield.
Me and my army of Roman soldiers battled with the Gaelic army for hours, taking few losses and giving many. The battle continued into the night, where it slowly diminished. My army had taken no prisoners, so there would be no prison guards tonight.
We celebrated our victory, congratulating each other on the battle. I went to bed drunk, staggering around my tent trying to fix up my armor for tomorrow, but finialy gave up, I was too drunk. I fell upon my bed and slept.
I dreamt a strange dream, one where I was in the pantheon of the Roman gods, although there were only three gods there. Bowing to three ladies. 'Who would the three elder gods of Olympus bow to?' I thought.
Jupiter, King of the gods started to say, "But he is my son, why should I put him in the realm of my brother?" Jupiter said. The three ladies said simultaneously, "We have decreed, you shall do what we command, or else."
Jupiter sighed, and said, "Very well, Neptune, keep him safe." Neptune I guessed, stood, and looked in my direction, and chanted in Latin. I started to fell cold. Real cold. My last thought before I sank into black was, 'What the Hades?'