"A rude introduction"

The sun had long since set by the time I had left for my turn on guard. The world was dark; the moon did not dare show its face tonight. I crept through the trees as quietly as I could, careful not to make any noise that might give away my position. I kept going and after a while I began to see a light on the outskirts of the forest, a small campsite. "This was not part of the plan" I muttered quietly to myself, as I reached back and carefully unsheathed my claymore. I crept towards the campsite trying to take the occupants by surprise. "Fucking Romans," I scowled under my breath as I neared the light. I saw only one man in camp and he did not look like any Roman I had ever seen before. I came to the edge of the forest and quickly cleared the distance between the man and myself, with one swift movement I knocked him to the ground and held my claymore to his face.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" I asked, starting down at the man.

The man starred at me with his brilliantly blue eyes, the shade of blue that I had only seen after the sky had clear after a week of rain in the Isle of Skye. His look showed gave me a feeling that he was confused about what I had said, so in the best Latin I could, I repeated myself. This time a little harsher.

"Did I bloody stutter, who the hell are you and what are you doing in my Alba?"(Alba is a Gaelic word for Scotland)

"So I was not misinformed, there is another one like us up here in these dark forests. I now see why Rome wants to build a wall to separate himself from the likes of you."As he said this he slowly pushed my claymore away his neck. He rose to his full height and I could see that he was taller than any Celtic or Roman man I had ever met.

"If you are a friend of that Roman bastard, you can get the bloody hell of my land, and never return or I will not hesitate to kill you next time." I spat at his feet as I finished my sentence.

"Well aren't you the feisty one. You are misinformed. I am not friends with that Roman idiot, I was just simply curious when he mentioned another nation. I'm actually quite pleased that you have irritated him to the point that he is willing to build a wall to stay away from you". He said with face slowly changing from a hard serious expression to that which could be considered a smirk.

His smirk was contagious as the ends of my lips started to curl into a devilish smile that my warriors have come to love and fear. "That hob-knocker thought he could take whatever he gods damn pleases, well he's got another thing coming. He may have reduced my peoples land to just this, but he will not have anymore!" My voice rising towards the end of the sentence.

"I notice your wearing dark cloths and from our surprising introductions I have a feeling you were trying not to be seen. I would recommend keeping your voice down if that is the case." He smiled as he said this.

"The only Roman that has the balls to come this close to the wall is Rome himself, but with two nations standing here together he would sense our presence before hearing my voice. And if you think this is load you will not like me when I am drunk" I found some humour in the later part of my sentence. Last time I had been drunk I had run down and set fire to one of the Roman military camps. Now that was a fun night.

"You when you're drunk, you mean you're not already? So you just go around tackling strangers and point big fucking swords in their faces while you sober...I would love to see you drunk. Come on over to my place sometime and we will see how well you can hold you liquor."

"How about I show you tonight, my camp isn't far from here, it's just a little bit north of the wall. It could turn out to be interesting" So he was a man who could hold his liquor, well that was good, the one and only time I had drunk with Rome he was wimped out after only two beers. Stupid Romans.

"I will go but I need you to make me a promise first. Promise me that if I go over there, there is not going to be a group of angry Celts who are going to tackle me and point more big swords in my face. If you promise me this I would love to show you how to properly drink."

"Deal, let's go big boy, and I'll show you what us Celtic are capable of," I said with a smirk. Tonight was turning out better than I thought it would have. "...but I promise nothing about the archers, they're probably drunk by now anyways,"

A.N.~

So this is our first story not only being posted on but also our first time working together. We started this story mostly for something to do and to have fun, so we hope you will enjoy it as much as we do.

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