Disclaimer: The guy writing this thing doesn't own squat on Fairy Tail. He makes no money nor revenue on it, unlike some others. What's his name? Ah, right! Hiro Mashima-san ladies and gentleman! Good for him, good for him. And I just believe in myself to make my own work to impress the audience and have fun whiles typing. Kinda helps alleviating the mind. Tally-ho! Historical references that I use in my story are borrowed and do not necessarily correspond with facts we know today. It is within my right to twist certain facts to fit the story.
Indomitable Heart
Chapter 10: Unsteady Alliances
When Antius set out on a self-imposed meeting in an early morning he did not expect getting cold feet. Why would he? He was just planning to make a visit to one of the most influential figures in the Republic. It shouldn't be that big of a deal. Easy-peasy. If he could reverse time, then his past self would receive a big bonk for his stupidity.
Here he was, in the figurative lion's den. Held by a strange man in presence of even stranger woman, the unconcerned Cicero and one redheaded gladiator he has yet to grasp on how it was possible for him to be in Tibrus. All in all, it was just another day at the office.
And the old Cicero has the gall to think he holds all the cards and with the knowledge far beyond his peers. Well, the second is debatable. But he certainly does have the total advantage over him. For now. Time to see where his actions and accumulated sapience will lead him. ''As I have clearly stated,'' he made a light struggle with his arms only for the man behind to reinforce the grip, and what a grip it was, ''my intentions are toward peaceable talks. This treatment is not necessary.''
But in lieu of Cicero, it was Antius' captor that spoke. ''How very likely. And your poor lurking was done with noblest of intentions.'' Damocles commented, sarcasm obvious to anybody above ten.
That was crudely put, but correct anyway. Cicero gingerly put the paper he was reading down and slowly leaned his chin on interlocked fingers. ''Do understand the meaning of your presence, Senator Antius. You stand as an uninvited person in my home. It is well within my right to treat you like any dangerous intruder.'' He praised that his colleague politician tried not to show fear.
However, Cicero knew better. And right now Antius being here might be a bigger boon they could hope for. If used the right way that is. ''Yet, in respect to your position, we shall break words as civilized people.'' He briefly gave Damocles a curt nod as a sign.
The member of Crypteia released Antius with a snort. ''Fine. No skin off my back if things turn for worse.'' He left while giving Igneous and Circe a smile with tapping the gladiator on the shoulder. The sorceress returned with a wave, idily finishing breakfast and the redheaded gladiator responded in kind. ''He is all yours.'' Damocles grinned slightly and headed to the same rooms his comrades came from. His shift is over, eight or so hours of good sleep were in order.
Checking his wrists to make sure nothing is amiss, Antius noted how the man's mannerism doesn't fit the place. Even Bellatorian plebeians had their distinctive traits. The man that left wasn't plebeian, most without a doubt non-Bellatorian. Working as Lanista in the days has its perks it seems. All those brought from different regions, each one displaying certain quirks not belonging on the citizen of mighty Republic. Be it speech or conduct.
''Now,'' the younger Senator was pulled out of his musings by the owner of the house, ''let us hear your position.'' And like that, all eyes were turned towards Septimus.
Former Lanista, now Senator of Republic huffed lightly and looked Cicero in the face. ''I had good motive for wishing to remain concealed when approaching.'' That was just him making excuses to justify his actions, and not what Cicero wanted to hear, if judging by evident narrow of eyes. ''Regarding as to why I come before you, is that I am in dire need of assistance.''
''And the person that can provide much needed help is myself?'' The Consul asked. Yes, a part of him admires Antius for reaching from gladiator owner to the prominent figure in the government. Every government official has their own set of problems in life. But who doesn't? What could have prompted Antius that he so desperately seeks help from him? ''What great misfortune forces you here, good Antius?'' Cicero voiced his thoughts.
Not wanting to dance around the subject, the Senator replied with two simple words. ''Marcus Crassus.''
Marcus Licinius Crassus. Cicero didn't know should he be surprised, alarmed or in inter the two states when he heard the mention of his namesake. As a result of inner conflict, his face and tone showed only lack of concern. ''You are likely to find more help in Gracchus.'' To deal with another's financial problems was not what he has in plans. Much as he feels sorrow for Antius getting into trouble with Crassus, even he as a Consul could do little to aid him.
''Gracchus?'' The head quaestor. An officials who had charge of public revenue and expenditure. ''This is what claimed best amongst statesmen and orators advises as course of action?!'' His voice raised steadily and eyes gained a hard edge. ''Spurning me like a commoner not worth your time?! If people were to find what you...'' A cold feeling stopped Antius from finishing his line.
Said feeling came from a steel of gladius held expertly under his throat. Touching his skin, but not moving to draw blood. When Antius began slowly but surely advancing toward seated Cicero, Igneous took action. Materializing his sword and in a swift two-step motion, keeping the raging Senator in place. Unknown to the redheaded gladiator, the other two didn't take his opus well. Igneous could only see one reaction from his position.
''That is enough, young man!'' Boy, did Consul Cicero looked pissed with all the red on his furious face. ''There will be no shedding blood in my house!'' He even stood and leaned as much of his body over the desk supporting it with his arms. ''Lower blade and step away from Senator!''
Igneous spared him a sidelong gaze. ''Taking life was not my intent.'' He emphasized by retreating half-step back and putting down his weapon. Behind him, Circe closed her glowing hand and hid it out of sight. She wouldn't have to use binding spell after all. Although curious how long will it take the gladiator to break out of it. ''Yet, his exclamation upon laying sight on me begets caution.''
Doing his absolute to calm the tumultuous nerves, Cicero let the logic take over and run its course. The stripling had a point there. If Antius was to spread the rumors, it would have been disastrous. Even if they managed to hide the evidence, Antius has a potential to gather support from his own political adversaries. Cicero already knows the names of those that would side with Antius on his case, not out of any friendship, but simply to see the Consul removed from position and his family dishonoured. Such catastrophe will be prevented, if Cicero has something to say.
It's a good time to try new tactics. If this works out, they may gain more than what they bargained for, so to speak. ''You find yourself owning coin to Crassus, good Antius? If I am to defend your matter, I must know of circumstances that lead to plight.'' He calmly noted and took a seat again.
Antius looked hesitant to continue. He turned his eyes to Igneous who was standing at the same distance, arms crossed and... Where the hell was the sword?! With only wearing footwear and lower garments, where could he have put the sharp object away? He glanced at the woman not properly dressed as a woman to find her twirling a stray lock of hair. Just who are these people Cicero surrounds himself with?
A loud sigh brought his focus back to the older politician. He was a bit rude now in another man's house. Best to thread carefully now and not cause unwanted provocations. Antius squared himself before saying. ''I, with great displeasure, must accentuate that the deed itself was the product of my scion's whimsicalness.'' Cicero carefully listened, and Antius wondered how much does his words concern the other two when they had to be present. ''Due to reasons I am yet to be aware of, my son brokered arrangement for peculiar item.''
''And this 'peculiar item' holds such rareness that even senatorial purse cannot provide for it?'' Cicero questioned with mild disbelief. What did Antius' son managed to scamp that threw them at Crassus' mercy? A golden statue of himself? So many variables.
''I assure you it is beyond what most Republican officials or wealthy merchants could remunerate.'' And when on the other side of the bargain is Marcus Crassus, that dreaded and self-interested miscreant, you are never safe. Fort that man will try to turn all details of a contract against you with his blasted silver tongue. If not for more coin, then only to show his ascendancy.
''Which begs to question; why has your son made effort in obtaining the object?'' When Antius made a move to refute his words, Cicero carried on. ''How old is he? Twenty-six, seven years?'' Antius nodded yes. ''He cannot be considered reckless youth any longer.''
Sadly, there are many examples of persons below thirty acting as if still in adolescence. Patrician families notably, but then again, who would reprimand them? Many of those children didn't have any better source to learn from when it came to social standings or how to manage on their own when the time is due. It's up to the family to guide children through life and prepare them to take over if they were male or find a fine spouse f they were female. Such is Bellatorian reality.
''I had one of my personal attendants appointed the role of his advisor.'' The term is very much used loosely. ''Yet, I fear ill-fate to had a hand if judging from the lack of correspondence.'' Antius rubbed his chin lightly. Whatever happened to Drusus, be it Justus meddling in a form of converting him or the worse case scenario, he should have took matters into his own hands sooner. Septimus cursed himself silently for being irresolute and tolerant with Justus. But it is too late to grieve now.
So it was likely that the son acted rebelliously. This must have been his way of showing defiance and wanted to remove the insult to his competence. Nice way of growing up rite of passage on his side. What a disarray, this whole thing turns out to be. ''So it would seem.'' He mulled over one specific fact that Antius said while Damocles still held him captured. ''Interesting thing. Was it your plan to initiate my downfall had I refused to defend your case?''
Antius was silent for a few moments. The only sound that could be heard was Igneous tapping his bicep. That was one option, although he never considered that he would have to go to such lengths. Another event was the presence of Conlinian gladiator. ''I... cannot claim my thoughts have not drifted to such outcome.'' Cicero had to give him points for being bold. ''What I ask myself is, would I have stepped out of your Villa alive?'' He let out a wry smile at the end.
Now what would be the odds of that? His allies from Crypteia could, most likely, pull that through. With erasing all the trails. But then, they would have be an asset short. ''Who is to know?'' The older Consul shrugged and smiled somewhat cryptically. ''However, Senator Antius, my services are not without price. I require something in return.'' Technically, he wouldn't even be close to see it to full completion, but that is all for another party to manage.
As expected, nothing is free. If he is to escape the full-blown repercussion of this fiasco with Crassus, sacrifices has to be made. ''Name your price.'' If his pocket is to suffer for this then so be it. Better Cicero than Crassus.
This should prove entertaining. Provided that the next words don't shock Antius and cause him to falter. Or his heart to literally skip a beat. ''Surrender all your gladiators to this man's command.'' He pointed at Igneous, who quirked his brow at the proposal. Then he gained a thoughtful face.
One, two, three and... ''I HAVE TO WHAT?!'' There it was, the loud cry expressing surprise, shock, disbelieve and maybe traces of anger.
''Ugh, fuck the Gods...'' An irritated voice trailed off. Igneous was now picking his ear with his pinky finger, trying to quell the slight buzzing. Goddammit, the old man sure had some force in that throat of his. Even if not that painful, the reaction to screaming tends to be nettling for the young redhead. He noticed that Consul was giving him a look between curiosity and amusement. He was good at hiding it though. Unlike a long-tongued woman standing near the door. Keep snickering, someone will open them...
Meanwhile, Senator Antius was still in the process of processing the demand Consul Cicero just laid before him. This is unbelievable, without precedent, bordering on absurd! Maybe all together! ''For what purpose?'' With all the cluttering thoughts along with attempts to get his bearings back, it was all Antius mustered to ask.
Cicero hummed in thought, he turned eyes to the space behind him. The floor behind him more precisely. Then back at Igneous. ''If you would be so kind, young man. My old back is not what it was in the past.'' He asked mildly, knowing that gladiator would catch the content of his words.
The redheaded gladiator returned the look and rolled eyes slightly. Clever old man playing the inability card. Ah whatever, might as well.
Antius watched the strange scene in front of him. That is most definitely not master-servant relation. Nor any type of servile submissiveness. As the gladiator opened the hidden trapdoors being there (they were quite well hidden to the naked eye, and not by standard means) Cicero leaned toward the entrance. ''Are you quite finished down there?!''
Nothing happened at first. 'This is madness...' Antius thought. What has he gotten himself into? This goes outside of any normal realms. A sudden trembling of the whole house took place. ''A quake?!'' It lasted for only about two seconds and if that wasn't atypical then what else did this day held in store?
''Yes, all is good now! That was the most troublesome one!'' The voice called out from the opening. ''Apologies for disturbance!'' It added.
''Forget disturbances, come to surface! We have important guest and potential leaguer!'' Cicero yelled back and went to his chair.
Not a moment later a man emerged from the passage on the floor while brushing some dust of his shoulder. Antius took notice of his armour, it had a lion's head depicted at the front. The man himself was looking to be in very good shape, even some gladiators would envy him. He was also shorter than both Igneous and Cicero, but he knew that height would be of little importance in combat against this man.
The sheer power and authority behind the man's green eyes told the old Senator this one is not to be trifled with. Yet what happened next was counted as one of many surprises Antius will face today. ''Ah. Senator... Antius I believe. Greetings to you.'' He walked closer and extended a hand. It was a little dusty but Septimus shook it anyway. Yep, really strong guy here. ''You wish to enter our pact I hear?'' The man inquired after backing a respectful distance and placing hands behind back.
Antius just kept staring. His entire mannerism indicates some form of practiced military discipline. Legionnaire? Impossible, that is no armament of the legion he is wearing. Not even close. He shook his head abruptly. ''When have I agreed to your 'pact'? What is happening here? Who are you people?'' He surveyed the three individuals that made no sense whatsoever.
''We are not enemy, good Senator. Trust my word when I say that our goal is mutual coexistence.'' His tone becoming more somber as he went on. ''Unfortunately, not everyone is of alike mind. There are many barriers to be surmounted in order to attain our goal.''
No, no, no... Just, no. He is a simple man and a Senator who wishes to get out with his reputation and family honour as less tarnished as possible. Escaped gladiators, alliances, some weird coexistence... What's next? Clandestine societies from shadows? Septimus Antus did the only thing that was reasonable of him to do. ''May I have a drink?'' Least he falls from overwhelming amount of stuff they presented him with.
One and a half sips of honeyed wine later brought Antius back to square one apparently. So it wasn't a dream or any crap like that. At least he could think more clearly from now on. ''You want my gladiators?'' He let the taste settle against his buds. ''For what reason should I entrust them to you?'' He purposely looked at the youngest of the group.
''For the very reason they serve purpose.'' Igneous tried to chose words carefully. He needs to be prudent at this point. ''In the events to come, they would prove more useful in the field of battle than wasting time in confinement.''
Antius was anything but convinced. ''And the one to hold command is you? Impressive feat to survive all adversaries faced in the Arena, yet you remain no older than twenty years.'' Antius said haughtily. ''Who would follow your authority?''
Now he was testing his patience here. ''Bearing command is my concern, good Senator.'' Then he remembered one thing from a previous conversation. He just had to phrase it the right way and his first ever oral stare down is his. ''I would not fret over the last problem. Rumors spread like fire. All of Conlinia has bore witness.''
What was this boy on about? Conlinia bore witness to what? He almost smacked himself in the face for thinking like that. The Arena. Was this one actually... ''The Primus?'' Antius muttered. Again, his mind went to earlier confusion. If the Primus was held a day or so ago, and Igneous was the participant (and likely the victor), why would he end up here of all places? That is if the prize for the victor was rudis. ''What has become of the primus?'' He asked of the young man brusquely.
Igneous craned his head to the left, highlighting the other side. ''I rise, you fall.'' He replied simply. The tone of his carried a certain amount of pride.
Antius' face contorted while he stopped taking a drink mid-way. 'He rises and I fall?' Wait a minute! He's referring to the match. The Houses of Marcinius and Antius reduced metaphorically to personify Igneous' triumph. But the way he put it into words shows that the credits go to him as a person only, not his supposed Dominus. ''You strut your own ability too high with words spoken. Never forget who is that made gladiator out of you.''
Sneering at Senator's disdain, the red gladiator's eyes narrowed in arising temper. ''You accuse me of being presumptuous?'' Bellatorians and their mindset. Who is he to talk down on him?! All they do is bicker and push paper, supposedly governing the rest! ''Had I have not...''
Leonidas could see all to well where this was heading, so he opted to put an end to it. ''Bickering on Bellatorian existing state of affairs will lead us nowhere.'' He slowly pushed Igneous to the opening on the ground. ''You must return to Conlinia now. Take these.'' He gave his comrade two smaller than usual rolled-up papers. ''They are for single use. Keep them under proper care.''
Igneous gave documents a one-over, taking note of the Consular wax seal on them. For emergencies only then. ''Understood, commander.'' He nodded respectfully and started the descend.
''Wait! Cannot take leave without my help!'' Circe, being quiet the entire time, moved after the redhead. ''Before you...'' Their talking was getting muted the further they went down.
''Interesting young man. His disposition, however requires further honing.'' Septimus noted when three complete adults remained.
Leonidas turned to the musing Senator. ''Oftentimes, one has to associate differently with a person to know their nature. Befriending and finding mutual cause for instance.''
The old Senator looked at him dubiously. That's some other form of logic the man has just spoken about. Never mind, time to cut to the chase for real. ''When I relinquish my gladiators to your cause,'' he spoke slowly, the situation not properly settling in his mind, ''am I to expect them never returning in Ludus?''
''War is upon horizon, good Antius. This time Bellatoria faces incursion, not the other way.'' Hellenian man said gravely. ''We are preemptive strategy against our enemy. Yet it can only do so much to forestall what is to come.''
Cicero quickly took over the oration. ''Will you serve your homeland, Senator Antius? Take part raising ramparts in its defenses?'' He searched the man's eyes. ''Do so and it will help your own matter under long-term.''
Damn bastards. Playing on his patriotism and personal life affairs combined. Can't actually step out now. He heard too much, knows too much. And since he has the means to help that could give him a good word with the rest in the Senate. Why the hell not? He tipped the cup and finished the other half in one go. ''Very well. You have my aid.'' Antius sighed. ''But do not fail to remember your partaking.''
Cicero and Leonidas didn't even bat an eye. ''Good Antius, you will find these men more than competent.'' Cicero replied with a small chuckle. Oh, Antius is in for a surprise in a next minute or two.
He'll believe it when he sees it. As he turned to leave, Leonidas' sudden cough ceased that motion. ''What?'' He asked somewhat crass. He has to prepare for the trip, not to mention the meeting he will miss out today.
''You headed the wrong path, good Senator.'' The green-eyed warrior smirked and motioned with his hand to the shaft. ''There is far better and effective way to reach Conlinia.'' He too, walked underground.
Wanting to hear the answer from Cicero, currently the only one he could fully trust to an extent, Antius saw that the old Consul already went back to documents spread on table. It seemed like letters, but for what for?
''You will have to witness yourself to accept it as truth.'' As if knowing the lines of thought, Republican best orator said.
''Madness, nonsense...'' Despite the repeated descriptions of things, Antius entered the proverbial black hole. Though after a few steps he found out that it wasn't so bad he originally thought it to be. He could see flicker of torches at the end of the passage. The nearer he got, the voices were getting louder in the back.
''...never preformed this method.'' Young male voice sounded. Likely that ginger gladiator or whatever he considers himself at this point.
''Igneous, Igneous.'' The other woman's voice cut in. It was quite reproving an carried disappointing tint. ''When faced with mysteries and wonders of magecraft, you lend ear to me. If problems arise with functioning process, you ask help from me.'' Said woman now finished with hand motion and turned fully to her newly-made ally/comrade/many things she yet knows not about. ''Hence, any advice you might require in future, you seek with me. Not little wound-dressing princess.''
The younger man gave his best not show perturbation. ''...Gratitude. I shall try not to let it slip from mind.'' Wow, her and Iona must have some history together. If Circe found it appropriate to boast magical superiority over the younger woman by merely making one comment on their approach in magecraft.
''Circe, slandering one of our better sorceresses and comrades in unbeseeming. The value of young Iona's talents should not be belittled.'' It would bode no well for another's moral or self-esteem.
Circe merely shrugged at his slight scolding on badmouthing. So what if she had potential in specific area, between them there was never questioning on whom is better mage. ''As you say, commander.'' Once she saw Antius nearing the chamber, her mood jumped several notches back. ''Welcome, good Senator,'' she made a dramatic pause where Leonidas could not but massage his temples on what he suspected was to come, ''to vestibule of Underworld!''
''...''
''...''
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A beat.
After the echo, one couldn't decide on what was more dreary. Silence or the strange woman still holding her arms wide, waiting for reaction. Those were as follow; Leonidas sighing, Igneous checking his recently equipped armour for any shortages and Senator's blank face. ''Is this her regular demeanor?'' He asked the eldest one beside himself, thus breaking the silence.
All Leonidas could do was chuckle a little helplessly. ''Apologies for... um undesired 'scene'... You will find that Circe is of invaluable service.'' He gave the woman a pointed stare.
The mage with high ponytail didn't let up playful misbehavior quite yet. Placing hand over her heart she exclaimed falsely shocked. ''Truly you wound this maiden heart with such claims, commander. Let us see if I can recompense lack of faith.'' She turned to Igneous who was, to her annoyance already in the circle of glyphs. Cheeky bastard. ''Come along, Senator.'' She waved for Antius to enter.
Due to transporting more than one persons (with the second not being carried like a sack), the ring was increased in size a bit. It shouldn't pose much problems anyway. Beside that, if the one on the other side is smaller, the ones who are transported are in for a rougher landing.
''Hold there.'' The Senator said not budging from his spot. ''Is this a jest? Magecraft?'' He gave them all a look that spoke volume of how crazy he thought this was. ''You three are magus?'' Suddenly this didn't seem like a good idea to the old man.
''The correct term is 'mage', good Senator.'' It was the Crypteian high-head that tried to reason. ''As of now, you are to dismiss every vile story or rumor you might have heard from people. We live, we die,'' he gestured to his two friends, ''we eat, we drink and breathe like any other human.'' His green gaze amplified by fire burning. ''For what has been done to us, we seek no quarrel with Bellatoria. In spite of claims to be rightful retribution.''
On the side, Igneous saw Circe looking down with what he thought was troubled visage. Was this about the disturbance Crypteia had even before his arrival? He engraved the new information and carefully put it in the back of his mind for later use. If the subject ever occurs again, he'll bring it up with some of the older members when he has the chance. Seems that Leonidas managed to convince the stubborn politician judging by his new position beside him.
''Ready?'' Leonidas asked the female mage that gave confirmation. All right then, all set. ''Take care.'' Antius wasn't sure if he referred to both of them or just Igneous.
''Until we meet again, gladiator.'' The misbehaving, bubbly witch added as her temporary parting. And she threw down a wink for good measure. Telltale sign of glyphs glowing dark amber in colour, unlike Hector's whitish green, basked the room. ''Μεταφορά.''
Leader of Crypteia stood straight after finishing the deed. Next days are to show just how Igneous' leadership qualities will manifest themselves. Shame he couldn't be there to see, but there are others who got it covered. Silently praying for the young man's success he made for the top.
''Quite fascinating person, that Igneous.'' The hazel-eyed sorceress commented. ''If I may, commander,'' he stopped, but made no move to interrupt her so she continued, ''he is one, is he not?''
''Why pose question when you held the answer in grasp?'' Leonidas answered back with question of his own. Honestly, it's not like it should be a trade secret.
Circe frowned from the lack of straight response. ''That does not...'' She muttered, but recalled something else she wanted to know. ''Have you ever experienced such nightmare it nearly forced your powers to act on its own?''
This was news for Leonidas. ''Never. Why sudden interest on subject?'' Sometimes even he doesn't know what goes on in that head of hers. Supposedly it's a mage thing. Those whose knowledge on magic dwells further than his own ever would.
''Pure curiosity.'' The sorceress grinned. ''There is this thesis on concentrated energy manifesting with high levels of...'' And that's Leonidas' cue to get out least his brain fries from all magical theory and the rest of mumbo jumbo. Once she was sure he was out of range, she took out a crystal object from her pouch. ''Apologies, but it has to be done...'' Better safe than sorry. This'll probably tick off a few lads, but she's doing it with best intentions in mind.
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(Southeastern Bellatoria – Conlinia – Abandoned Storehouse)
In a poorly lit room, the magical circle glowed and two persons appeared. The older one, not being remotely used to the new experience, lurched to the ground. For Septimus Antius, it was a feeling of floating and knowing not what was up an what was down. So in accordance to losing the concept of space, plus brief gravity deprivation he stumbled heavily to the floor. ''Buh!''
Lucky him, the younger traveling companion who had plenty sense for body coordination, managed to grab the older man's by the back of this robes. One bloody nose and scraped anterior successfully prevented. Igneous held the backcloth as the Senator attempted to gain proper footing.
''Fucking madness...'' Antius uttered under the slight laboured breathing for the fifth time today, and most likely not the last. He turned thoughts into stabilizing his breathing and keeping the wine inside the stomach. If he has to do this again in a few hours he'll start spilling yesterday's dinner. ''Are we truly in Conlinia?'' He asked, getting his bearing under control.
Igneous didn't say anything at first. He let go of the Senator's back making sure he won't fall and moved to the faintly outline of door. ''If we are not, certain mage will find how unpleasant heat is to skin.'' To the crimson-eyed gladiator displeasure, that won't be so. ''Come along.''
Antius did go after him, but wanted to reprimand the young man on his brazen behaviour and tone toward respected position he presented. ''Speak with care to persons of my stature, young man. I am not under your command to be treated such.'' The famous Bellatorian attitude resurfaces at last. If nothing, the young man should learn more correct way of verbal communication.
Igneous held back his own biting retort. Not this shit again. ''Gratitude for oratory guidance.'' Of course, he was far from grateful, as shown by his tone. ''Can we proceed, honourable Senator?'' He didn't leave time for deliberation as he moved to another part behind the doors.
The older Senator sneered from his standing position. Such audacity in a person. He will need to find some way to establish passable word exchange with the gladiator. By Igneous' demeanor, he would have rather seen Antius stabbed if not for the fact they were suppose to work together on a certain level. What did that other man said? Befriending? That's highly unlikely, so on that note, at least a cordial interaction will have to do.
''...Juno's fucking cunt. That was... prompt.'' Someone spoke from the other room and Antius prayed that there be some people with shred of ken on manners. The first one was discouraging. When he entered the room he was confident that more surprises awaited him. He wasn't wrong.
''Senator Antius? How in Gods name?'' The person sitting at the table almost squeaked at his appearance. It was strange in a way, Antius reasoned.
''I see you are well, Sepius.'' The Senator noted at the shocked governor of town. Being among original territories of Bellatoria, Conlinia had different managing system then towns in conquered lands. It had Prefect running the city, directing the small garrison located in it and a few smaller settlements around this province. If he is here, then where is that fat lumb Aecius that constantly lingers after?
''I-I do not understand. You were with them this whole time?'' The man stuttered slowly, but Antius was now glancing at other two standing with Igneous. One was a pretty young, fair-headed girl, likely close to Igneous' age and another was dressed in a similar dark armour. Stolen or taken from somewhere. It looks custom made, inferior to armours of Legion, likely of a private guards.
Paying no heed to the shocked Prefect or the Senator for a while, the redhead discussed with his comrades. ''Where is everyone, Maradus?'' He inquired his fellow rebelled gladiator.
''The one named Hector took off with Sevius and Kastos to Ludus. They have not returned since.'' He informed, stealing a few incredulous looks at the newly arrived Senator. He leaned closer and turned to whispering. ''Aulus stands guard outside. Is this one to be of use? High dignitary from Tibrus?'' It's still puzzling for the hoplomachus. What in shit would they do with a Senator of Republic?
''Yes. What is your next step, leader of gladiators?'' Turns out that Maradus wasn't so good at making his tone as inaudible as he thought. If an old man of sixty years could eavesdrop on their little chat.
How does Leonidas expect him to find common ground with overbearing Bellatorian? ''You wish to give contribution, good Senator? Make use of your name.'' He motioned to Sepius with his head. ''If mind recalls, you were and remain very influential figure of Conlinia. With your presence, the citizens will turn eyes from any peculiar sight.''
That was actually quite well-thought. With his 'surprising' visit to home city, Antius can carefully divert the unneeded attention of the large crowd. Thus enabling the gladiators to work things out far from the curious gazes of the mob. Also serves to appease them. Gotta give this young man credit, that was sharp-sighted plan on spot.
But putting all that in action and realizing it, won't be piece of cake. Not one bit. So that's the reason for holding the highest city's functioner in custody. Alright, time to work their asses out. ''You can think strategically...'' Antius mused out loud and continued before young gladiator spurred heated argue on smartness. ''Very well. Yet for plan to come through, we require all Conlinia's high authorities. What of Aecious' whereabouts?''
It was Sepius that answered that. ''Much of high dignitaries are held captive in Marcinius' Ludus.'' He flinched when Igneous threw him an angry look. ''I-I will do everything demanded. Y-you promised no harm to my family.'' The Prefect rushed speech at the ginger gladiator.
Igneous contemplated on whether he should split duties or do everything as one. Dispensing assignments would certainly save precious time, but there is one big problem. And that's his lack of trust to the other two. Sure, they might have chivvied Antius into cooperation, but the man is still a Bellatorian Senator as well as former Lanista. One of the main reasons he is reluctant to let him do without any kind of supervision. And Sepius... well, desperate people are prepared to do anything when cornered.
''Fuck, dammit...'' Igneous raved in his head. What should he do to make their leave as unostentatious as it can be. Sending one of available gladiators isn't a good option either. Nothing against his fighters, but a good amount of subtlety and cunning is requisite. Then a solution struck him as lightning to a tree. ''Heh, right in front of my face...''
A conspiratory expression was on his face which he quickly hid it by turning to Iona and snaked his arm around her shoulders and pulled her a few feet away. The sandy-haired sorceress barely suppressed a yelp of shock at the sudden intrusion of personal space.
''Are there any more Crypteian personnel in vicinity?'' He whispered in hurry, minding to keep the conversation between him and the girl, unlike Maradus.
Blinking quickly after understanding Igneous' action, Iona nodded hastily. ''There are. What for?''
''I need one to keep watchful eye on Senator when we part. Can you send for?'' Another fast confirmation was his answer. ''Good, make it so before we move on.'' With that, he send her to do as requested. Iona wasted no time in getting out to appoint the snooper, she had a perfect candidate in mind.
Antius seemed a little annoyed by the whole hush-hush scene Igneous made, but abstained from prying too much. So he merely asked. ''Have you come to decision?''
''Prefect and yourself need to secure us cover from public, as per agreed. I will personally collect the remainder of gladiators in due time.'' Igneous ascertained. ''Upon our leave, the remaining captives shall be freed. Are those terms favourable?''
Favourable they might be, but far from ideal to Antius. Seemingly, they will just have to make do with that. ''Not the most convenient, yet there are not many other alternative.'' Before the gladiators left, Antius called for Igneous again. ''I trust you to deliver my son alive. He and I have much to discuss.''
So the old man managed to deduce that little part. Smart. ''Certainly, Senator.'' Igneous responded evenly. The sooner that bothersome prig is out of their hand the better. Right now he serves his purpose as a good little bargaining chip.
When the door closed behind them, Antius turned to the governor of the Conlinia and adjacent region. Sepius was no less perplexed by everything than he was after the whole gladiator uprising. ''Questions for latter note, Sepius. Come along now, we have long day ahead.''
The two upper-class Bellatorians followed suit in the gladiators wake, heading in the opposite direction. First, Sepius' office and then Antius' Ludus. The pair of Senator and Prefect didn't even notice a single person tailing them from safe distance.
XxX
Small wisps of smoke raised from the improvised pyre on the edge of the training ground of House of Marcinius' Ludus. The bodies of those fallen in battle were given the modicum of respect as they turned to ash, their spirits and souls moving on to who knows where. Could be Heavenly afterlife, could be Underworld or whatever wide range of folk liked to believe that awaits after one's death.
Hector yawned widely, not bothering to cover his mouth. What's gonna happen if he doesn't? Have a bug charge in? He spared a glance at the few early souls walking about. After every former slave wakes up, real preparations for leave are in order. But there is still some time. No need to rush just yet.
The bound patricians mostly slept against the walls of the mess area. Quite the design. Benches, tables wooden planks, and an opening to a nice view on the wide space from the Villa's position on the hillside. Nothing but dusty roads, more hills and a river. This could easily be made an establishment providing accommodations, food, and drink for the travelers. Unfortunately, the path to it is kinda hard to the lazy on feet or those with bad walking limbs.
The Hellenian man frowned slightly at the half-awake suspire from the captured. Not used to sleep in these conditions, eh? He could have ended as one, had it not been for... ''No, no, no... Cease clinging to past. Nothing I can do to mend it.'' Speaking of 'past' how much did Igneous change from his staying and learning the way of the gladiator? He's surely gotten stronger. That is to be expected. Igneous is nothing but tenacious when learning about fighting.
Hector couldn't but feel somewhat sorry for condemning the young man with former rose coloured hair to this lifestyle. This was unanimously decided as the 'best course of action'. Along with a certain number working from the shadows here and there. ''Heh, shadows. How very alike outlaws.'' Only it was a completely the opposite of that. But why would Bellatorians be aware of that? Most of them, that is. Never mind, they know why they're doing things some would consider illegal.
Another groaning sound drew his attention to the prisoners. That was a woman's tone. He is sure of it. Hector made to the one particular group that separated themselves from the rest. The Marcinius couple. Julia was shifting from time to time, and it looked like she was clutching her stomach. One of Crypteia's most powerful knelled for closer inspection. She was sweating as well, her face paling significantly. They all received meals, it couldn't be starvation. Sickness? No, holding stomach or more precisely lower half closer to uterus... Oh, fantastic.
''Turn fucking gaze from my wife.'' The voice from near right growled. Quintus obviously didn't take kindly to another man standing near his spouse, nor looking at her searchingly. Despite the warning issued, Hector ignored him. ''Do you lack hearing?!'' He had to shout, rousing other from sleep and gaining attention of a handful roaming rebels. Twice fantastic.
''I think not.'' He touched his ears to check. ''No, mother dear blessed me with it when giving birth.'' When on the subject of mothers now. ''We need to bring you Medicus.'' He calmly stated, turning to one of the gladiators who approached when he heard yelling. ''You, uh, Sevius?'' The man nodded, not amused by memory lapse. ''Bring Medicus for lady and few maid attendants.'' Not that there's a shortage of those.
The Thracian spared a look at former Domina and Dominus. ''Why should I? Waste of materials and time on them.'' He scoffed. ''If they cannot last one night sleeping in conditions as rest of us, it might serve to strengthen their weak shells.'' Why not have the patricians experience how it was to sleep in non-lavish, non-luxurious conditions? Most of the slaves and gladiators did. He can't speak on behalf of house slaves, but nobody died from this. It wasn't a byre preventing breathing and enabling illness.
Hector sighed in exasperation at the man's logic. He can see where the Thracian gladiator is coming from, but he doesn't want to have a potential child death on his consciousness because of simple negligence. That wasn't fair to the innocent, unborn life. He'll have to let out his more hidden stricter side out. ''Listen, this woman is...'' The sound of second gate opening and the voices that sounded very familiar stopped him. Well, that's some perfect timing.
''Igneous! Finished with your task?'' Sevius exclaimed loudly at the familiar red-eyed murmillo. And now most of the patricians bounded are sure to lose their will for sleeping.
A certain someone had to make his distinct petulance known. ''Oh, here he comes. The great 'King of Rebellion' arrives to gloat on success...'' Even with more than ten paces separating them and his effort in quietly protesting, younger Antius was roughly picked up and slammed against the wall he was resting.
The gladiator Antius mocked seconds ago was regarding him with sharp red gaze. This idiot was really grating on his nerves. ''Take lesson from your compatriots Antius, and hold fucking tongue. Our magnanimity has its limits.'' He dropped the Senator's son and turned to address other matters. He wouldn't have him killed, but the snot-nosed fuck is walking on thin ice with his behaviour.
''Or what? You will have me killed?'' Stupidity and hubris suite Justus well it seems. ''Had you so wanted, you would have spilled blood the day before.'' He deliberately spitted at Igneous' turned back in contempt.
The leader of rebellion tossed him an unconcerned look over his shoulder. ''You would come to wish I had done so.'' He left the possibility of unpleasant situation hanging. Justus had no idea what he is in for. How Igneous would've liked to see his face when he realizes that older Antius is in Conlinia. Ah well...
And one gladiator with penchant for breaking dreary atmospheres decided it was good time to show up. ''Oho! Our leader greets us upon morning light!'' After a quick greeting in gladiatorial fashion, Ganicus posed inquiry on what was probably on the minds of those who knew of Igneous' whereabouts. ''Has your time away proved fruitful?''
''I assure it has. We leave at dusk and I will have the rest make preparations. All equipment, provision and supplies are to be gathered and set to transport.'' He noted his friend.
Ganicus was feeling fortunate with the turn of events. Finally out of this hole. ''Very well, yet it appears we might have slight problem at hand.'' He indicated to the sickly looking Domina and Hector standing near-by.
''What is with her condition?'' The redheaded leader asked with no small amount of displeasure. Nothing can ever go smoothly. Stroke of bad luck always lurks behind every corner.
''A manner of sickness by the appearance of it.'' Hector explained while scratching his stub slightly. Just then he noticed a means to solve the problem and grinned. ''And the solution in form of healing maiden follows in your steps. If you would please.'' He gestured to the blonde Crypteian member.
Said 'solution' trying to be more noteless in the back huffed at wind warrior's declaration of her presence. Iona looked at Igneous for the next course of action. Her medicinal knowledge would be more than sufficient, but should they take time and resources to take care of Lanista's wife?
Decisions, decisions... This is likely to be a set back in their packing. And by the looks of it Marcinius would not want to leave his wife's side during the procedure. ''Can you treat her to full health?'' He queried Iona.
''I have to determine the cause of her ailment. If it proves my suspicion, I should finish in the matter of hours.'' She approached the woman still holding onto her stomach now sweaty and panting. As the husband wanted to deter her, she turned icy blue eyes on him. ''If you mean your wife well, you will remove yourself from path.''
''I will not leave her side.'' The Lanista hissed at the girl, yet she remained firm to his threatening tone.
Iona tried compromising else this will stretch out in hours. ''Will you accept my help if I were to allow your presence throughout treatment?''
Seeing as he had little choice, Marcinius acquiesced. ''Fine. But I demand Sophus to be present.'' At her confused frown he cleared it out. ''Our Medicus. If your leader permits it?'' He couldn't look at the 'leaders' face even with his newfound animosity towards his once best gladiator.
''Very well. Sevius, Maradus you will stand guard in the course of treatment. I will send for Kore and Sophus to provide assistance.'' Maradus complied and went to help in carrying Domina with Marcinius watching his every move like a hawk. Sevius did as well, grumbling words Igneous decided not to pay mind to.
As they went inside the Villa, Igneous turned his face to Ganicus again. Sadly, his friend was watching Iona's retreating back with each step she made. Lower back to be more accurate.
''Fine sight for fair maiden... Must she wear that robe?'' Ganicus praised his fellow blonde, deliberately ignoring Igneous' calls for a few more seconds before she disappeared indoors. Intentional disregarding was rewarded with smack on the back of his head. So worth it. ''You asked, brother?'' He said like nothing happened.
Only Ganicus. ''I asked, brother, were there any disturbances in my absence?'' Judging by dirty-blond gladiator's current gear, it wouldn't be far-fetched to guess that there were in fact some manner of unrest while he was on his brief venture in Tibrus. The dimachaerus must have a good reason to be in full combat attire from the first light. And in the house full of loyal comrades. But is it all of them?
Had Ganicus been any other lesser man, he would have given in under the red-eyed man's scrutinizing gaze. Fortunately, he has seen these eyes for nearly four years and knows not to accede when under their interrogation. ''Why would anyone dare causing discord without incurring your wrath?''
He's hiding something for sure. Dodgery first thing in the morning is not how Igneous imagined things going. He wanted to demand answers from Hector and found the man dozing with his head propped on one hand. Now they conspire against him. Lovely. ''Where is Kore? And what of Kastos and Doctore?''
Ganicus shrugged non-committaly. ''They should be sleeping.'' At the mention of the word, Igneous barely stifled his gape, but it didn't go unnoticed by his comrade. ''A thing you seem to lack. You should not avoid rest, brother.'' He berated the redheaded murmillo.
''Yes, mother.'' He fired back to the dark blond's reprove. And now he's feeling cranky. That little scene with Justus was just a prelude to his bad mood surfacing. Fan-fucking-tasting. Perhaps he should have an hour or so more of shuteye. ''Can you send Kore to Iona and summon Kastos and Doctore later? Wake me after Iona finishes with treating Marcinius' woman.'' He slowly trudged to his sleeping quarters.
''Certainly, brother. We need our leader properly rested and with clear mind.'' Too bad Igneous couldn't see his waggish smirk as he approached the doors to his unknowingly occupied room. The dimachaerus exchanged knowing looks with Hector, and the older warrior hid his own smile behind his hand.
Fact is that Igneous, for the reasons not yet comprehensible by even his best friend, has never laid with the woman. Or fucked at all. Each time the most thriving fighters received women either before match or after some time if requested. And every time Igneous refused to have any kind of company during sleeping hours.
The solution was made that the 'extra' be given to second best gladiator, Ganicus in almost all cases. Dominus didn't mind as long as his man in the Arena brings victories. Ganicus didn't mind because the more the merrier for him. Igneous has probably witnessed the naked flesh of fairer sex many times, yet never showing much reaction and always moving pass it. Still, not many dared calling out their best gladiator on it.
Those unfortunate few that made an effort in doing so found out very soon how it tastes to kiss the sacred dirt of training grounds multiple times. Igneous' hand-to-hand prowess is well-known among senior Ludus residents.
So, what happens when an unspoiled person opens the door and comes upon an interesting scene of intercourse?
It came about as it follows:
''Eek!'' One girly scream of surprise...
''Igneous, close fu...!'' One enraged man voicing his irritation for being interrupted...
''...''
*CLICK* The sound of a wooden doors being calmly shutted by a nineteen-year old virgin... He's seen suchlike things already, no use in feeling embarrassment... Except that he SO didn't need to witness that before going for a short snooze in a sleeping quarters that were, technically, still his own. He'll never think of his old bed the same way...
Deep breaths, Igneous, deep breaths...
''GANICUS!'' And that is how one of the most fearsome warriors shows his opinion for being played for laughs... Someone's gonna pay...
Next thing you wonder, why bother employing an early wake up service when Igneous' beastlike howling lungs do the trick just fine?
XxX
What were they doing? Just what in damnable pits is Igneous thinking?! Sevius seriously couldn't wrap his logic around it as he escorted the group attending to Domina. Oh, and Marcinius was with them, in all his fussing glory sending all the lingering rebels looks like he wanted to carve out their hearts.
That and the Villa inside was rather messy. The small number of gladiators and former slaves residing indoors, or the few that have woken, were more confused than worried about the display of events happening in front of them. However there was a minor problem with the people that have taken the room for themselves.
''Were you listening to what I spoke? We require this room for Medicus.'' The Thracian gladiator reasoned with Morios who regarded his former masters like they were puny insects. Funny how tables have turned.
Morios snorted now paying more attention at Iona, eyeing her like a delicious piece of sweet and ignoring the two other maids that he spend the night with. ''I see no Medicus here. And what if they die of illness? Igneous' orders were they must not fall from our hands.'' He shifted on right leg and put one hand on hip. It all made perfect sense in his mind. They kick the bucket from sickness and that's it. Not like patricians would wast their effort if similar situation were to occur.
Sevius groaned in exasperation. That is exactly what he thought, but someone made it more complicated. ''Igneous is the one who gave me orders, you simple fuck. Had he not done so, I could have cared less for their untimely demise.''
The chunky gladiator appeared unconvinced and would have pressed argue had it not been for their leader's indirect intervention.
''GANICUS!''
It swooped through the interior and the halls like a storm's gust. A terrorizing howl that can belong to one man only. Both gladiators eyes widened in shock. Morios was prompt to relinquish the room and left with his two female companions. Screw stubbornness, he's not dealing with pissed Igneous in the morning.
''Shit...'' The Thracian retiarius mumbled as he ushered the rest of the team. As they set Domina to bed with Marcinius watching from the distance, but still the man posed no actual harm. His wound is probably tender. Five minutes later the old Sophus came to help with his own decades-long attainment in medicine, and Kore came after him with a flushed face.
Two strongman looked at each other for a second and then at the back of Gallian handmaiden. Kore was favoured by Domina and thus had elevated status than most house slaves. Which meant that she was kept away from being given as 'comfort' to gladiators unless Domina personally gave command.
So why would she walk in with the look of major self-consciousness? ''What do you think happened?'' It was Maradus who started small talk to pass the time while Sevius kept watchful eye on Marcinius, leaning against doorcase all the while.
Sevius tapped the but of his sheated sword in leisure and wheeled his head to hoplomachus type. ''Which one? Sudden ailment or blushed cheeks?''
Now that Sevius mentioned it, how did that come to pass? ''Both?'' Maradus said dumbly. It came out more as a question than answer.
His fellow gladiator chuckled dryly at first. ''Few causes come to mind, but let them a moment of peace to work for now. You know how healers act upon interference.'' A wise course of action, the old man usually went crabby when other people poke around whilst he works his stuff.
XxX
''Senator Antius, this is simply lunacy!'' Sepius ranted worriedly as he followed the older man. Antius filled him in on the basics of why he was here. The Campanian Prefect was baffled as it gets. ''We could all end dead!''
Antius rounded on the man sharply. ''Lower voice! Do you think I am unaware of the fact?! I too, risk a great deal by showing face now in Conlinia!'' Antius harshly whispered to the panicking wreck. ''Our goal is to maintain peace and stability. We cannot allow citizens any cause for panic. Not with what is upon us.''
''Upon us, Senator?'' Sepius questioned. What could be so much terrible that they would risk their reputation by hiding a slaves revolt?!
The head of Antius family contemplated for a moment and decided to give him a little more insight. At this pace, they will hardly accomplish anything. ''War approaches, Sepius. Turn mind to last conflict and tell me how you survived.''
That is the last and worst possible situation that could happen right now. Last time, he barely kept together. He has Antius to thank for support in the past. ''Another war...'' He mumbled.
''If you wish your property untouched, follow my lead. Once again, I will prevent us from being fucked by noble cock-eaters with far reach.'' Oh, yeah. There were individuals possessing that kind of power. And one of them is actively trying to ruin him. Scumbag could only learn that from another.
Not seeing any better way out himself, Sepius agreed wholeheartedly to the idea.
The early sun was already up and the near structures casting shadows on the streets below. As they neared the administrative building and Sepius' part-time residence, an unseemly face poked from behind a corner. Green eyes and partly scarred right side shifting like a malleable substance before being put to stop.
''All is well for now.'' The now blue-eyed man with clean-shaven face thought. He looked in the direction of Antius' Ludus, knowing the streets like the back of his hand. ''I wonder... Perhaps a gentle nudge to hasten the Senator's mind further?'' He devised in his head as his eyes flashed green again. Not that ignorant plebeians would make out something from it.
The things he does for the cause. One day there will be held a feast in his name. Certains persons not-to-be-named right now are going to sing grateful praises of gratitude to him. Or should he convince one of the artists back home? Until such time, someone has to do their own share of dirty work. ''Such is the way of Crypteia.''
Really took me long, but I made it.
Not enough action for you? Think hard for a moment and realize that the real battlefield, even in this familiar setting was done with words instead of fists. Fists are reserved for mindless brutes they say. The eleventh chapter will have a major twist. Sparks will be flyin' around. And not in the good way depending on who's point of view we're looking.
What new things did we learn today? Circe's paranoia is justified or not? What is it that bothers Leonidas? How will this deal between Cicero and Antius turn out? Will it do more harm than good? And who is this sneaky little spy? Well, find out in the next issue of 'Indomitable Heart'.
Poor Igneous/Natsu having his own set of mental pollution and can't seem to catch a break... I'm so cruel to him...
Fairy Tail ended with a capital epic failure. Or is it, depending on whom you ask. Acnologia was alas the poor villain in the end, even he is no match for Nakama Power. Wow, learning one of the greatest spells of Fairy Heart takes roughly half hour? Colour me impressed Mashima-san... Not! Rejoise Gruvia fans, your hopes are all but fulfilled 'If Gray-sama wants...' T-T. Jerza fans, congrats, even if that is the most twisted relationships you can ever imagine. What else is there? Ah right! Gale are having or at least planning a baby, Wendy is still the same, Laxus can make a small harem, Nalu are basically friendzoned... OH FOR THE LOVE OF! I CAN'T WRITE ABOUT FLUFFY STUFF ANYMORE, ELSE I'M GONNA PUKE...
Well, what more can I say than, read, review, follow my fic. Any of your questions and thoughts, send me a PM and I will be most glad to answer you.
So long for now, Axel's brain is going on cooling.