Year 312. The year when the Easter bunny died at age of 21. The winter was coming. Well, in Italia's winter wasn't much diffrent than summer. Only colder and more rainy but snow was something you never saw here in Italia.

Oh, don't worry, our Bunnymund is Australian. He just happened to be in Italia right now. Because E. Aster Bunnymund was a soldier. And not even a bad one. He was a general of Roma's army. He was tall, handsom, strong, fast and ridiculously good with boomerangs. He had a sword, but he never used it. Only thing he was missing was the reason to fight.

He had been growing up as a soldier in Australia, but now he had somehow ended up in Roma's army. He had been rised to think that he wasn't allowed to think anything. His job was fight. Not to guestion his orders. He was like a soldier of chess. He just protected the King without any emotions or thoughts.

And Roma was the place where all the thinking was made for you. All you had to do was just let you self be tragged into darkness. To watch gladiators, who were forced to fight to death just for people's entertainmet. Constantine the Great surely knew how to keep people happy. Give them food and death and they were happy.

But Aster wasn't happy. He felt uneasy every time people got killed for no reason. He felt uneasy that there were children in the audience, screaming the other glariator to kill the other. Those kids didn't even undestand the meaning of "dead". They just went along in what their parents were doing. They propably thought that those killed gladiators were just pretending death.

Aster had enough. He stood up and walked out from the Colosseum. It made him sick to think all those innosent children's sharetted believes.

He didn't have a family on his own. Like said, he had been rised only to be a soldier. Nothing more, nothing less. But still those small people cauth his eyes every time he saw them. They were so innocent, so pure. Adults were evil and bitter about everything, but those kids still had some hope left. They still tried to believe that there was something good in the world.

Well, Aster knew it wasn't true. Hope had left this earth in the second when humans came here. Most of the kids had seen the dark side of the moon and they had lost their hopes as well. Aster couldn't blame them from that. He had seen how cruel the world can be for children.

When he arrived to small short-of-hotel where he and all his soldiers slept in, he heard a door open and a man appear on the hallway with a child.

"Hey, General Bunnymund. Take a look at this!"

Aster looked at the man. It was one of his finest soldiers, holding down a kid. The girl was only about three years old, poor girl with blonde hair. Maybe even an orpan. And that man touched her in the way that an adult shoud never touch a child.

"Let her go, mate!" Aster said angrily. The man looked at him suprised. He had thought that Aster would be more than happy to join him. But instead he told him to let go? The man didn't start to argue with the general, so he let the poor girl go and ran off.

Aster looked at the girl, who fell on her knees crying. Her cry made Aster's heart jump in pain. As gently as he could, he kneelet next to the girl. He had no idea what to do but he felt like he had to do something for the girl.

"Hey, hey, it's okay now... It's okay..." The girl backed away from him first, but when she realized that he was not going to harm her, she almost ran to him and buried her face into his shoulder. Unsure what to do, he laid his hands on the girl's back and carefully tried to give some comfort to her.

This wasn't really the first kid he had seen his own soldiers to take advantage from. It was suprisingly common among the soldiers. But he had never laid a hand on a child and he never would. Well, he wasn't surely a virgin anymore, but he still couldn't undestand how the soldiers got so desperate that they used a kid in their needs.

The girl cried on his shoulder so long that she fell a sleep. Aster didn't know what else to do, so he took the kid in his room and laid her on his bed. He self went other room, going trought his papers and maps. He was supposed to lead his army to bridge of Milvian. There would be a battle against Maxentius. Aster knew that Max had bigger army, but he had better. This battle would be really equal.