AUTHORS NOTE: So I just watched the movie Pompeii and god am I inspired. So if you've read my other story I'm not good at updated and I really only write when I have a passion. But no worries, I plan on seeing the movies roughly a million more times so I hope to continue this story. Oh and by the way I'm a hopeless romantic mostly the hopeless part so when Milo is introduced expect an intense love story. Reviews are welcomed and well needed. You guys tell e what you want and I shall comply if it fits into what I have in my head.

Chapter 1: Daughter of Pompeii

He was the type of man that would fight the gods, ride thunder clouds, challenge the mightiest of romans, and he was mine. Mine for the taking, mine for the final moments of my life.

My life was a simple one to like the like of my kin. My family was wealthy and held power over the city of Pompeii. My parents were good people, who I believe lived for the good of the people and together along with the servants of the house we lived in a great villa atop a great cliff overlooking the restless waves of Neptune. Today was a day no different from all the rest. Completely un-extraordinary, utterly the same yet something hung in the air that gave it life. Something was the happen today and for good or worse I must see it through. There was no running for a daughter of Pompeii. In most of good, obedient, mindless eye of Romans they would see that thought as a thought of a disloyal. But it was true. I was no daughter of Rome, my home was Pompeii.

My father walks onto the balcony and stands silent staring at the waves. I look at him staring at the crow's feet branching from the corner of his eyes. My father was a kind man, the kind of man that would never turn down the chance to help his people. His smile was as easy as breathing but today he seemed grim. He had news from Rome. After minutes of silence, he looks to me. His only daughter. "If I were to say that you have been summoned to Rome what would you think?"

I look out to the sea and think about my answer. Rome. The Great city and empire. Greedy old egotistical men scavenging for a young bride to show off at parties and political functions. People with single-minded imaginations and more money than they could spend stolen from the "conquered". I had no interest in Rome nor the politics of Rome, but this was my father. My kind loving father who would never make me do something I wouldn't want to do. If I said no he would surely agree with my decision, and rise to my side if there was a choice. But judging from the look on his face a lot rode on me spending time in the "heart" of the empire. I nod and smile politely "I would think this has something to do with the good of Pompeii and I would love to go, would you and mother be joining me?"

He shakes his head and the worry lines deepen in his forehead. "Pompeii needs me and what would I be without your mother?" He gives a forced chuckle. His smile though dim brings light to his face and accentuates his strong nose and square face. Unlike the whole of Rome my father possessed light blond hair now whitening with old age that covered the lower of his face and the whole of his head with loose curls. His eyes usually a clear grey, are stormy with rolling worries and thoughts. Traits he passed onto me. "When will I be leaving?"

"Soon I'm afraid. You leave in the morning." He nods as if he's made up him mind on something and leaves. His lavish robes billowing behind his sandaled feet.

Rome it is.

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