Lucius Domitius Aurelianus
Lucius had left under the cover of the night, he was walking by the river when he looked around, decided that it was a good enough spot and sat down looking at the river swiftly flowing under the moonlight. Two weeks ago he had been rescued by a farmer and he was still evaluating his situation, the family seemed nice enough. The youngest son spended most of his time bothering Lucius trying to teach him their awful language and the oldest ignored him most of the times.
Lucius had been helpful around the farm, he feared that if he slacked too much they would throw him away but still he left some hours every day avaible for training. Since he had joined the legion he had not missed training a single day until the day he died, but after his dead he did not train until he had recovered from his wounds. He had only spent three days healing his wounds and that was something that amazed him, he had been sure that he would die again. Before passing out and being found by the farmer's sons he had seen that his wounds were infested and had no hope of surviving, and normally even if he survived, the recovery from wounds like those would take at least a few weeks.
He was certain that The White God had given him some kind of blessing, even the color of his eyes had changed, he used to have blue eyes back in Rome and a few days ago he had seen his reflection by the river and he had dark eyes, his hair too had changed from brown to completly black, and the swift recovery of his wounds left him no doubt that he had been blessed. But why had he been blessed? He sighed and dropped on his back to watch the stars above him. He had now the oportunity of having a new life, in this land no one had heard of Rome that much he had been able to gather. The most bittersweet of the blessings was his regained youth, it was true that he would live longer now but no one would take a kid seriously so he would have to find a way to survive in this land until he reached an age where his mastery of the sword would be appreciated. He also disliked that with his youth he had lost his height, it was very disadvantagous for fighting and he was not used to the new reach of his arm which had caused him to almost be murdered by common rabble.
The last few days he had been taking this night walks to think about what he should do. He rested his hand on his spatha which calmed him down, at least the farmer had returned him his sword and the farmer's wife had sewed his clothes which he greatly appreciated. Maybe he should stay with the farmer for some time, he needed time to learn the language and gather information about the land. He, after all, looked like a child and he was sure that he should not talk about the miracle performed by The White God to anyone, it would bring nothing but trouble.
Lucius sighed again, he had been blessed by Sol according to his mother and she had been demostrated to be correct by his premonitions and visions of the past, and now he had been at the end of his life blessed by yet another god. It seemed like he truly was chosen by the gods, which was a terrible burden. He hoped he had pleased Sol with his actions in Rome but now it seemed like he would not only have to please Sol but The White God as well.
He stood up still troubled by his thoughts and was preparing to go back to the farmer's house when he noticed the little foot of a little bothersome person who was hidding behind a tree. Yet again Lucius sighed, it seemed like the troublesome son of the farmer had followed him on his nightly walk. "Ben?" He asked, knowing full well the answer to his question. The boy who had been clearly spooked for being caught came out of the tree where he was pitifully hiding.
"Lucius" The boy was looking down clearly ashamed for following him, but his shame didn't last long, the kid looked at him and started talking very fast on his barbaric language, probably trying to explain himself, clearly Lucius did not understand a single word of what he was hearing so he raised his hand with his palm open to get the boy to stop which gratefully worked, listening to the boy talk often rembembered him of the bickering of the senators always complaining and panicking about one thing or the other.
Lucius quietly pointed to the direction of the boy's house and without looking at the boy started walking towards it, the boy quickly followed and he obviously couldn't contain himself for long because he started talking again, it took some time to arrive to the house and when they did Lucius was not so sure about wanting to learn the language anymore.
Before going to bed the boy pointed to Lucius spatha and made fighting gestures while asking something in his language, it had been obvious to Lucius since he had recovered that the boy wanted to learn how to fight or at least wanted to spar with him but he had usually denied the boy pretending he didn't understand what he was talking about, but now that he might be staying in this place for longer the least he could do for his benefactor would be to teach his son one or two things about swordfighting, so he said one of the few words he had learned on his short stay in the farm. "Yes".
The boy jumped towards Lucius and hugged him strongly, well as strongly as a boy his age was capable of, which made Lucius immediatly regret his decision, he pulled the boy away from himself and after the boy said a few more words he left Lucius alone and went to bed almost jumping from the excitement. Lucius went to bed and thought of Rome, his wife and his daughter who he had left behind and were now so far away before finally falling asleep.