This is going to be a bunch of humorous add-ons to my other story, Ancient Voices. It's mainly going to focus on my OCs Goth, Gaelica, and Kievan Rus throughout the years of the Roman Empire. There will be little cameos of other characters, OCs or original.
I only own my OCs!
Goth pressed himself against a tree and forced his breathing to still. Just behind the tree and out of his sight he could hear the sound of someone else not of his forest. Whoever it was bumbled around loudly, cursing rather vocally in a language he didn't understand. Counting silently to ten, Goth swung out from behind the tree and raised his spear, fully prepared to kill the person.
But instead of a Roman soldier like he had expected, he found himself face-to-face with a shorter red haired boy about his age. The boy squawked loudly and fell backwards onto his arse. In a second though, he was back up and in Goth's face and shouting in his garbled language, never mind that Goth had a spear aimed at his throat and was several inches taller.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Goth demanded as soon as the boy stopped for a breath. A strange look crossed his face and the boy cocked his head in confusion before answering in his language.
"I said who you are," Goth snarled as he brought the spear closer. The redhead's eyes widened and he hastily answered while taking another step back. This went on for several minutes before Goth thought to ask in Latin.
Almost immediately a look of relief crossed the boy's features and he answered in heavily accented Latin.
"'m Gaelica lad, 'ow 'bout y'u?"
"Goth."
"Goth eh?" Gaelica asked as he plopped onto the ground, " Ya wou'dn't 'appen ta be tha' un feller causin' Rome all tha' trouble, wou'd ya?"
Goth scrunched up his face as he tried to understand other's garbled Latin. "Yes, I suppose."
"Interestin'. Ya don't look ta be much."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"If ya wan' ta."
"Do you always talk so strangely?"
"Not in me own la'guage. Na do ya wanna take yer spear from me ne'k?"
That was when Goth realized his was still poised to kill and retracted it slowly. Gaelica visibly relaxed as he took it away and looked relieved when the tall blonde stabbed the point into the ground and slowly sat down
"Th'nk ye much. N'w, w's yer real name?"
"My what?"
"Yer real name. Ya 'ave un right?"
"It's Goth."
Gaelica shook his head, "Na, not yer tribe's name, yer name. Mine's Angus."
"Angus?"
Gaelica nodded, "Yup."
It was then that Goth decided that Gaelica was the strangest person he had ever met, including Rome. Everything about him was fast and hyper, right down to his nod, which sent his chin-length red haired flying around his head.
"It's Baldwin," Goth said slowly, not entirely sure why he had told the boy.
"Interestin'," Gaelica said slowly. Then he suddenly sprang to his feet, " Welp, I've got ta be off, me brother 'nd sister don't like me ta be a wanderin' off, not tha' they'd notice me absence." With that, the red head was off, leaving the startled tribe still sitting on the ground wondering what had just happened.
And there is the first meeting between my two OC's, Gaelica and Goth. For those of you who do not know, Goth is a Germanic Tribe that actually gains a lot of power later on, there will be more on that. Gaelica is what I am calling early Ireland, sorry if I got that wrong. I'm also sorry if he was hard to understand, I was trying to replicate an Irish-Gaelic accent, something that I have never heard before.
Tell me what you think!