Veni, Vidi, Vici
Part III: De Fumo in Flammam
Chapter XXI:
Korra closes her eyes as she clenches her jaw so tightly, her teeth ache. Smoke fills her nose and she tries to ignore the burning sensation in her legs. The cloth that is pressed against her mouth makes her gag. She can taste the smoke through the gag. The sound of crackling fire is the only sound Korra can hear. The people in the crowd have stopped their muttering. Even Unalaq has stopped preaching. She hisses through the holes in her teeth. The heat is unbearable. She presses herself against the stake that she is tied to. She cannot see a thing, as there is a blindfold covering her eyes. She cannot see the fire, but Spirits, she can feel it. Her mind races, snapping through ideas. Escape! Leave! Try something! She shuts her blue eyes tightly. A vivid memory surges through her mind.
A fire. Three people surround the small pit. It is freezing cold outside. Korra's sealskin parka keeps her warm against the wind that cuts and slashes like a whip. The tip of her nose is numb. The snow falls with a gentle grace. All is quiet save for the sound of the crackling and hissing fire. A man, a hulking, muscular, man, hunches over the fire slashing at a reindeer leg. His blue eyes look dull in the soft light. Korra is huddled against the side of a woman, her breathing beginning to slow. She looks up at the sky. Dark gray clouds fill the sky, except for a large patch where the moonlight beams through. The snow on the ground reflects the moonlight, sparkling. The stars twinkle, and the galaxy behind them shines brightly. Green and purple shapes bounce about the sky. Korra stares at them, mesmerized. The man pauses from his work and looks up at the sky, too.
"The ancestors must be celebrating," He notes. His voice is deep, soothing, and echoes through Korra's being. He speaks a strange language, but somehow, Korra understands him. His words are sharp and clipped.
The woman smiles, her blue eyes lighting up. "Indeed, they seem to be," She agrees
"Ma?" Korra asks.
"Yes, little one?"
"Do our ancestors know about our destinies?" Korra asks, tilting her head to the side. Her two, small, ponytails flop against the hood of her parka.
"Of course they do," Her mother responds.
"They know everything," The man adds.
"How do you know that, da?"
"I just do. My father told me. And his father told him. And so on," Her father answers. "The ancestors know everything. They know how each of us will die, who we will love, if we will have children."
"How?" Korra asks, blinking. Fatigue clouds her head.
"Look up at the sky, little one," Her mother says gently.
Korra obeys. She tilts her heads upwards.
"You have seen the dancing lights a thousand times before, yes?"
The small child nods her head with little enthusiasm she can muster. "Yes."
"Those are the ancestors. They can see everything their light touches. They can see the future, and know the past."
"What happens if we can't see their light?" Korra asks.
Her mother twists her mouth. She looks to her husband for guidance.
"Our forefathers and mothers cannot be seen, but they can still see us," Her father explains.
Korra nods. "Do they know my destiny?"
Her mother giggles melodically. "Yes, they do, little one."
Korra wiggles with excitement. "Really?"
"Really," Her father chuckles.
"What is it?" Korra asks.
Her mother shrugs her shoulders. "The future is a mystery. But I have hunch about your destiny."
"You do?!" Korra gasps, blue eyes wide.
Her father snorts with amusement. "You would have to be blind to not see your destiny."
"Well...are you going to tell me or not?!" Korra demands impatiently.
"Your destiny will be greater than the stars, brighter than the sun and moon combined. You will have the power to tame seas, level mountains...but only if…" Her mother trails off.
"If what, ma?"
"You go to sleep and listen to your mother."
"I'll do it," Korra promises.
"Good, now, it is bedtime. Hop into the sleepskin."
Korra yawns and burrows her head into the woman's side. The woman wraps her arm around Korra and pulls her close, planting a kiss on the top of her head. The small child slides into the sleepskin. Her mother follows her, and envelops her with warmth.
"Goodnight ma."
"Goodnight, little one," Her mother murmurs.
Korra gasps, blinking out of the intense memory. She struggles against her bindings. The ferocity of the heat increases. She presses herself further against the stake, trying to avoid the flame as long as possible. Korra pushes down the sound trying to escape her throat. She must not show weakness. The fire climbs up to her knees, and her stolla catches fire. Her breathing stops. She inhales sharply, her lungs prickling like a needle.
Korra lets out a muffled wail. Her scream echoes throughout a silent crowd. She pulls harder against the bindings tying her to the stake. Her struggle becomes violent as she thrashes against the ropes. Her scream turns to a blood-curdling screech. She pulls her chin up, pulling the cloth tight against her mouth. The knot unties itself and the cloth falls down into the fire. The fire consumes the gag like a savage, starving, beast. It crackles and hisses. Someone...please...help. Asami, where are you?
"Please!" Korra cries out, hot tears running down her face. The tears evaporate as they fall to the ground. "Help me!"
Her cries for help fall on deaf ears. The fire crawls up to her hips and she screams out again, the smell of cooked flesh filling her nose. White flecks float throughout her eyes, dizzy from the smoke. She breathes in deeply and blows down hard. The fire on her stolla goes out. The flames temporarily recede from her skin, providing a little relief. The fire only retreats from its prey for a moment, and then it attacks her legs again with a furious vengeance.
She pulls harder against her bindings. She flex her forearms and pulls upwards, trying to untie the knot. "Help! Someone! I…" She breaks out into a coughing fit, flinching away from the fire. She blows down the fire again, and it retreats temporarily.
"I am Korra Bear-Slayer!" She screams after catching her breath.
Some of the crowd mutters in recognition. The fire crawls back up to her legs, onto her waist and hips. She lets out a low groan. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. The fire does not care who you are. Flesh is flesh, and the inferno will consume it.
"Who authorized this?" A man demands, clad in armor. "Release the girl, immediately!"
"I am the high priest," Unalaq snarls. "I don't need authorization."
Korra looks up to see a familiar man with a scar on his face. He wears a Legionnaire helmet with the Imperial emblem on it. A medal of honor is placed on his chestplate, just above the heart. He snaps his fingers. Soldiers from the crowd weave through the people and stand next to their general.
"I am the Grand General of Rome," The man growls, taking a step towards Unalaq. He is face-to-face with the high priest, glaring at him. His eyes glow like embers. "I'm Iroh the Second. And if you do not cease this blasphemous murder, there will be consequences."
The crowd mutters. Unalaq looks furious. His anger is not a fiery one, but rather a cold, harsh anger. He stares at Iroh, his icy blue gaze glaring at the general. He tilts his chin upwards, so he looks down at Iroh. His jaw throbs once, and he closes his eyes. When he opens his eyes again, he looks composed and calm, all traces of anger gone.
"So be it. If you want to save her, go ahead and do it yourself. I cannot, I have taken an oath to uphold the religious customs of Rome. If you choose to do so, you will have to answer for you actions," Unalaq warns. "And she may not be saved in the end."
Iroh clenches his fists at his side. "I will save her myself, even if it is the last thing I do."
The general rushes over to Korra. With his left hand, the one not holding his gladius, he lowers the flames. Korra gasps with relief, and slumps forward. Hot tears stream down her face, and she cries before the pain of the burns overtakes her, and she passes out. Iroh slices through Korra's bindings. He catches her as she falls forward. He pulls her arm over his head, careful not to touch her legs. The smell of burnt flesh reaches his nose. He flinches, remembering the all too familiar incident with his face. He points towards a cart and one of the soldiers pushes the cart over to Iroh. He sets down Korra in the cart, propping her legs upwards. The soldiers surround the cart in a protective circle. Iroh wheels the cart away. A few members of the crowd mutter their dissent.
"She is a witch!" One shouts.
"Don't let her escape her fate!" Another agrees.
A few others join, agreeing with the instigator. "She deserves to be burned! The Spirits will not guide us if we have this...abomination within our midsts!"
"Burn her," One woman whispers, her voice fierce.
"Burn her!" A man repeats louder.
"Burn her!" Some of the members of the crowd chant.
Unalaq looks around the crowd and he raises a hand. A dangerous smirk appears on his face. His eyes flash with maliciousness. "Peace!" He says. The dissenters within the crowd quiet down. All eyes turn to the High Priest. "Warriors, to me!"
Iroh stops pushing the cart to look at what is going on. Warriors in blue silk cloaks weave through the crowd like water through rocks. They lower their hoods. The men and women all look alike. Their eyes are cold and unmoving. In unison, they place their hands over their hearts, saluting Unalaq. He tilts his head forward, acknowledging his warriors.
"Reasonable people of Rome!" Unalaq cries. "Will you let this creature roam free?"
The crowd, save for a few, roar their disgust. "No! Kill it!"
Unalaq raises his hand again, silencing the crowd. "Rome must be protected. You are her loyal citizens! Make the best of it!" He motions his warriors forward, so they stand in a straight line in front of him.
"Do not let his words sway you!" Iroh says. "This is not the Roman way. We give trials to those convicted of a crime. We do not execute without reason. This woman has saved Rome from the Equalist threat. "
"Past actions do not excuse current actions! That woman holds enough power to kill us all! She has the power to take over Rome single-handedly. What is to stop her from becoming a monster? Exceptions must be made!" Unalaq urges the crowd. They shout their agreement.
Iroh's eyes once more grow hot. "I know what you are trying to do. If you continue down this path, there will be bloodshed!"
"Then, let there be blood!" Unalaq commands, slamming the butt of his staff on the ground . "Warriors, people, seize her!" He raises his staff upwards.
The people shout and cry bloody murder. Like a tidal wave, they crash into the soldiers. The warriors surge forward next, drawing their swords. They charge at the soldiers surrounding Korra. The Legionnaires draw their weapons and engage in battle with Unalaq's warriors. The warriors try to break through the protective circle to get a stab at Korra, but none of the Legionnaires let them through. Iroh begins pushing the cart again. The circle closes in around him and they move slowly away from the warriors. Iroh turns to one of the soldiers.
"Get help! Call in reinforcements. There's going to be a riot!" He orders.
The young messenger nods and bolts off to the armory. He sprints down the streets shouting for reinforcements.
The Legionnaires cut down Unalaq's warriors who are unarmed. But for every warrior that falls, two replace their fallen comrade. The soldiers attempt to put an earth barrier between the warriors and the cart, but it fails. The warriors are waterbenders, and the ice slices right through the barrier. They crash through the wall. Debris flies everywhere. Mud splatters onto the soldiers. the warriors, and the rioters. Flecks of mud splatter across Korra's legs. Iroh turns and shouts for his soldiers to duck. They obey their general as he releases a massive wave of fire. The fire rolls across the warriors and dissipates. A few of them catch fire. The waterbenders put the water out. The people surround the soldiers. The frenzy slows, and the shouting stops. They stand in tense silence, waiting to kill the burned girl.
Unalaq bends water into a pedestal. He stands upon it and looks down below at the surrounded Legionnaires.
"Give us the girl, and there shall be no further bloodshed!" Unalaq demands.
"Never!" Iroh responds, fury painting his voice. "This is tyranny! Liberty must stand stronger than fear!"
Unalaq opens his mouth to speak, but a gust of air blows him off the ice pedestal. He crashes onto his soldiers. They collapse onto the ground. After a moment, they groan and stand up. Unalaq wastes no energy trying to appear calm. His blaze with hatred, and his mouth pulls into a pale, thin, line. Everyone's eyes turn to look at the source of the air. There stands a hooded man with his pointed beard sticking out. His cloak is orange, red, and yellow. Next to him stands a beautiful girl with wavy black hair and green eyes. Asami's eyes search for Korra. When she finds her, her heart clenches with fear.
A few in the crowd mutter their surprise. "Didn't airbenders go extinct?"
"I thought they did in the Great War!"
"What is Rome coming to?"
"I don't know, but I think it's good to have airbenders."
"They were killed for a reason."
"Be quiet, scum."
"Shh! The airbender is going to talk!"
"Don't try to silence me. There's a witch in our midsts. I will not rest until she's dead!"
"Leave the innocent be!" Tenzin cries out against the chatter. All ears listen to him. "That...that man is just trying to start a war. We must not fall into chaos. Rome is delicate, we should not be fighting each other."
"How can there be peace when there's an abomination among us?" A person shouts back.
"The Spirits do not hate or condemn anyone. We are only afraid of what we do not understand," Tenzin says.
Unalaq stands up from the ground. He straightens out his robe. "Ignore him. He is a distraction. It's the girl we want. Warriors! Attack!"
Asami's eyes narrow and her eyebrows knit together. She grits her teeth together and almost snarls. "Not on my watch."
She runs forward, pushing through the circle of soldiers. Asami looks to Iroh.
"Let me take her," Asami pleads. "Please. I know where I can take her to hide."
Iroh twists his mouth hesitantly, More reinforcements arrive. "Go for it. Keep her safe. We'll hold them off."
Asami dips her head forward. "Thank you again, Iroh. She would be dead without you."
"I know," He says gravely. "Have that airbender go with you."
Asami grasps the handles of the cart and pushes forward. "Will do," She says as she pushes the cart as fast as she can. She runs out of the circle of soldiers, they close the gap behind her. The reinforcements kill the people and warriors who stand in Asami's way or tries to stop her.
"Soldiers!" Iroh shouts. "Make a wall!"
Tenzin runs alongside Asami, blowing Unalaq's frenzied warriors aside. Korra stirs, and hisses. She stops stirring. Asami spares a second glance at Korra's burned body. Everything up to her hips is burned. Her feet up to her thighs are burned the worst. Some of the skin is charred black. The edges of her stolla are burned. Nothing past her waist is scorched. Asami sighs with relief, gladdened by the fact they came in time to save her. If it were not for the shouting messenger, Asami would not have known where to find Korra. She had disappeared rather abruptly. My little Korra...Please hold on. We'll do something. I'll figure it out. I love you. You are strong.
As Asami and Tenzin whiz down the streets, civilians stare at them with curiosity. Some of the warriors broke through the soldiers lines and chase after the airbender and the black-haired girl. Asami takes a sharp right into an alleyway. She nimbly avoids fallen crates. Tenzin twists his back so he runs backwards. He sends a massive gust of air through the alleyway. The mob members go flying up into the sky. They land neatly on top of each other, one after the other.
"Where are we taking Korra?" Tenzin asks, out of breath.
Asami's steely gaze looks ahead, focused on the task at hand. "I recently purchased a house. Korra sold hers. We're going to our house."
"Why not the palace?" Tenzin asks, following Asami as she takes a hard left, stumbling out of the alleyway.
"I have a bad feeling about the palace," Asami almost growls.
Tenzin nods in understanding. "You will have to explain why to me, when this...situation is over."
"Will do," Asami says, taking a breath in.
After breathing in, she pushes the cart harder and faster. She avoids the bumps and holes in the road, so she does not bounce Korra and her wounds. She looks behind them. No warriors or rioters follow them. Asami begins to slow to a steady jog, rather than a sprint. Tenzin slows as well, grateful for the change of pace. He looks around, searching for possible threats.
"I think we lost them," Asami says.
"We shouldn't let our guard down," Tenzin warns.
Asami nods. "I know, I know. We're almost there."
"I would suggest going the long way, if there is one. Just to throw any pursuers off," Tenzin suggests.
"Good thinking," Asami says as she goes down into another alley.
The thoughts swirl like a hurricane in her mind. We have to keep her safe…she is everything. Spirits, if you are here with us, help me. I need to know who did this. I...I have a suspicion. I just hope it isn't true. What is Bolin going to think? Oh Korra, please survive. We can't lose you too.
Asami loops back around the alleyway, turning the cart. The light from the sun begins to fade. The sky glows an eerie twilight. She shudders and shakes her head. She narrowly avoids a crack in the road. She spots her house. It is nothing like the small house Korra had purchased. It is not conjoined to any other building, like Korra's, but it stands on its own. The house's size is not one of a mansion, but The walls are white and pristine. The red roof painfully reminds Asami of Korra's burns. She pushes the cart to the front door of her house. She unlocks the front door. The double door swings open, revealing the interior of the home.
She pushes the cart into the home. Tenzin shuts the door behind them, eyes scanning for any of Unalaq's men. Asami tosses him the keys to the house and he locks the doors back up. Asami pushes Korra to the center of her house. The central hallway, the atrium has no roof. Several rooms branch off from the atrium. Asami guides the cart to the center of the atrium. In the center of the roofless room lies a trough of unused bath water. The bath water came from the sky when it rained into the atrium.
"I don't think we were followed," Tenzin says finally. He takes a look at Korra and flinches. He shudders, closes his eyes, and swallows.
Asami bends at her waist to prop Korra up. "Help me get her up."
Tenzin looks uneasy. He looks down at Korra's charred skin. "Perhaps I shouldn't touch her...skin…"
Asami nods. "Check her breathing and pulse. I'll go grab a towel to wrap her feet in. Then we can carry her."
Tenzin grasps Korra's wrist. He presses his thumb down in the center of her tan wrist. He feels a steady, but quiet, heartbeat. Tenzin lowers his head to Korra's chest. It goes up and down slowly. The ex-gladiators breathing is shallow. Tenzin grimaces. Asami returns in a hurry, a rag towel in hand. She wraps Korra's ankles and calves in it.
"Ready?" She asks.
Tenzin nods. He wraps his hands around the towel. Asami links her arms through Korra's shoulders. She lifts up with all of her might. Korra has gained considerable weight since training. She weighs more than she used to. The veins in Tenzin's forehead throb as they set Korra down into the bath water. Asami sets Korra's head down in the shallow end of the pool, so her head is above the water, yet the rest of her body is submerged. Korra groans and her head rolls back. Bits and pieces of burnt skin float on the top of the water. The scent pervades the sweet smell of the room. Asami grimaces from the smell.
"What are we going to do now?" Tenzin asks.
Asami rubs her temples. She sighs. "I saw some of her robe burned onto her skin. We should probably take her clothes off."
"Alright," Tenzin says.
"Do you know any healers?" Asami asks, walking out of the atrium and into one of the main rooms.
Tenzin shakes his head and raises his voice so Asami can hear. "No, Pema always patches up the kids when they are hurt."
The black-haired girl grunts in acknowledgement. She comes back into the atrium, a dagger she had made in hand. She kneels down next to the bath side. She leans over Korra's body. Near her upper thighs, Asami plunges the knife through the stolla, careful not to cut Korra's skin. She tears through the robe. After making a large cut, she rips the red-stained stolla off. She drags it through the water and tosses it aside.
She leaves Korra's mamillare on, as there is no need to take it off. She hesitantly cuts through Korra's undergarments. She nearly becomes sick when she sees the fire did not spare Korra's pelvic area. Poor baby…
"What now?" Tenzin asks, looking away from Korra's near-naked body.
Asami runs her hand through her hair in frustration. "I don't know. I'm not a healer!"
Tenzin strokes his chin in thought. "I could grab Lin. She will know who to go to, or what to do."
Asami wipes the sweat off of her forehead. "That's a good idea, actually. Please go get her, and quick. If you can find Bolin and Opal...bring them too."
"It will be done. My prayers will be with the both of you. Stay strong until I return," Tenzin says, a worried expression on his face. Taking the keys out his pocket, he unlocks the door. He leaves the house and locks the doors behind him.
Anxiety overwhelms Asami. She bites her lip as she looks down at Korra. She takes off her dirtied sandals and places them on the ground. Asami goes into the bathtub with her girlfriend. She grasps her girlfriend's hand tightly, praying that she will not die. She wades into the tub, to where Korra's legs are. She pulls off the burned bits of cloth. Korra's skin clings onto the burned cloth like a lifeline. These have to come off. There is no option. They have to...But how? I don't dare to cut them off. She would bleed too much if I did. She presses her fingers down on Korra's thigh. She probes how stuck the robe is. Not that stuck. Maybe I could just..rip it off? Her skin can't heal if there's a cloth burned into it. Asami grabs hold of the cloth between her thumb and index finger. She grasps it tightly. With a flick of her wrist she rips the cloth from Korra's skin. The ripping sound is sickening. Blood seeps up from where the cloth used to be. Not a lot of blood, but enough to make Asami shudder. She has never liked seeing blood. Especially when the blood belongs to someone she loves.
"I'm sorry Korra," Asami murmurs.
She moves her hand to the next bit of cloth. She rips it off as well. Asami, gladdened by the fact that her girlfriend lies unconscious in a pool, continues to pull off the burned on robe. Gently, she lifts her girlfriend's legs up to check behind them. The backs of Korra's legs are not as badly burnt. They are pink from the heat, but other than that, Asami cannot see any other obvious signs of burns. She gives a silent thank-you to the Spirits for her luck. Korra's sandals must have fallen off when she was being tied up, because there are no shoes on her feet.
Maybe she was walking around barefoot. She does do that when she goes to the grove. I can't believe someone would do this to her. I wonder who would have done such a thing… And to catch Korra bending in the grove, of all places. Who would have known to go there besides me? ...Or Kuvira. Asami's stomach burns with anger. Of course she was the one who did it. The Spiritual Leader never makes random appearances at the palace . But why would Kuvira plant the High Priest in the grove? Why would she want to get rid of Korra? Perhaps she wanted to kill her for breaking up with her? I don't know why Kuvira would do so otherwise. Unless...Unless Kuvira wanted Korra gone for a different reason. But why? Is she planning something? Asami shakes her head and lowers Korra's leg, careful not to bend her knees and crack open the oozing flesh. I bet that bitch is, she thinks bitterly.
The bathwater is now discolored. Before it had been clear, pristine, blue. Now it is a dull gray and pink. Massive blisters appear on Korra's legs. Some of the skin looks like leather, especially on Korra's feet. The burns look less severe as they go up Korra's body. The blisters, however, look awful. Asami flinches and prays that Lin will come soon. Or someone, anyone that knows how to heal. She hopes that Lin knows a waterbender to help heal Korra's wounds.
Asami knows that healing with the water will not make the burns completely better, but they will make a world of difference. The pain will subside substantially if there is a healer. Asami does not think there is much hope for Korra's feet. Perhaps they would have to amputate them. A realization hits Asami. Korra will never walk again...not if her feet look like that. Not if she has burns like this. Her stomach churns. Korra will be devastated. I have to make something when she recovers completely. Maybe a type of brace made out of metal. Bolin knows how to smith. He could make my design. Alright. Alright. We have a plan.
Asami rests next to Korra, stroking her wrists, unsure what to do. She plants a kiss on the top of Korra's head. She swears she saw Korra's mouth move up to a smirk, but when Asami blinks, the shadow of Korra's smile disappears. She traces her fingers over Korra's forehead. Stay strong my little soldier…
There is a knock on the door. Asami steps out of the bath and grabs the dagger from the ground. She gets into a defensive position, ready to defend Korra at all costs. The door unlocks and Tenzin steps in. Following him are Lin and some other woman Asami does not recognize. She is a woman with graying hair, soft wrinkles adorn the corners of her bright blue eyes, and her hair is pulled into a loose ponytail. At her sides are herbs and spices tied to a belt. Blue beads of varying sizes are braided into her hair. Attractive would be a word to describe her accurately. She reminds Asami of an older version of Korra.
"Who is that?" Asami asks, flicking the point of the dagger to the woman.
"Her name is Kya," Lin answers before Tenzin does. Tenzin looks irritated at Korra's former trainer.
"How do you know her?" Asami asks, a little suspicious.
To her surprise, a faint blush tints Lin's cheeks. "Long time friends," She says awkwardly, scratching the back of her head.
"How do I know I can trust her?" Asami demands.
Kya crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Listen kid, you don't have a lot of options here. I won't hurt your friend. I swear on it. I'm not into that religious mumbo jumbo frenzy shit anyways. I think it is incredible that your lover can bend all of the elements."
Asami is taken aback by the bluntness of Kya. She takes a step back and motions towards Korra. How did she know that Korra and I are together?!
"Let's get to work, then," Asami says.
"I like your enthusiasm," Kya beams.
"She's...she's special to me. She's in the atrium," Asami says, leading the three adults into the open room.
Asami points to the bath. "She's in there."
"It was a good idea to put her in the bath," Kya says. She raises her robe as she slides into the pool. She examines Korra's legs.
"Her feet look awful," Kya says. "I'm not sure if I can even heal that. But her legs, I can work with. Not all at once, and she's going to have to heal a bit on her own, but her legs will heal."
Asami bites her lip. "Alright."
Kya stretches out her arms. She cracks her knuckles and shakes her hands out. Her hands hover over Korra's burns. "This healing is probably going to wake her up. So be prepared for her to scream. Let her hold your hand. These burns are nasty."
Asami takes a shaky breath in. She wades into the pool and takes Korra's hand the opposite side of Kya.
"Let us begin," Kya repeats. "The sooner we get this over with, the better."
Spirits, let her survive…
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Veni, Vidi, Vici- I came, I saw, I conquered
De Fumo in Flammam- Out of the smoke and into the flame (suiting, is it not?)
stolla- A common article of clothing in Ancient rome. It is a robe that falls to just above the knee. Usually white.
gladius- A common military Roman sword used for primarily stabbing.
Atrium- The center hallway of a house. Had no roof and had a bath to collect rain water. Almost all of the rooms in the house branched off of the atrium.
A/N: Hey guys It's been exactly two weeks since the last update and I typed this up in two days (can I get a hell yeah for procrastination?) . I had a lot of junk going on. School is hard, but I'm pulling through. I also had a social life this week (Holy crap what?/) and I started getting back into League of Legends. (PANTHEON, RIVEN, AND KATARINA FTWWW). If any of you want my league gamer tag thing, PM me. You can add me and we can play together :)) Have a nice week guys! Stay out of trouble! Remember to review, reviews keep me going ;) ~Chemistry God