As a child I was always asking father to tell my older sister and me a story, I was always listening to them with complete concentration and awe no matter how many times I had heard them before. All of his stories ended well, of men being brave and rescuing those that needed help that couldn't help them selves. Of them falling in love and doing everything possible to keep their loved ones safe if it even meant taking the arrow instead of their loves taking it. Father taught us that those who couldn't help them selves were not always weak.. He taught us morels that the other children of our generation were not educated in. He believed all people were equals, men and women which meant that because as children we wanted to learn the fighting skills of our father he taught us everything he knew because he thought we were equal to the men and we could fight along side them if we wished to do so. My older sister never was really into father's stories as much as I was but always sat there with me and listened to them none the less.
We were born and raised in Rome The Heart of the Empire. My mother died of an illness not long after giving birth to me. I do not remember what she looked like or how her voice sounded I was to young, my sister can remember a little about her because she was two when she died. Father said we both looked a lot like our mother and he would sometimes see her in us so well.
Both my sister and me have very similar personalities making us inseparable most of the time. When she began to learn fighting skills off of father I would beg to be allowed to do the same. Father gave in, trying to say no, and taught both of us at the same time, I started learning at the age of five while my sister was at the age of seven. Father was one of the best Generals in Rome and one of the best fighters of his time, most of Rome held him in high respect. He fought for Rome many times winning her battles and extending her boundaries. After mother died he stopped fighting to look after us many thought him strange for doing so yet said nothing in case to upset him further. We would always be in trouble but rarely got told off, we would usually get our own way because father rarely could stand saying no to the two girls in his life.
One year our lives seemed to turn upside down. Rome was Begging father to come and fight for them but he was getting too old. After a month of being asked he became deathly ill. Through out a fortnight my sister and me stayed with him never leaving his side for more than a minute each. He continued to tell us that he loved us always and would be there with us even if he were not in body. We would tell him not to worry and that he would pull through, yet he knew himself that he was dieing and that there was nothing anyone could do to help him. One night he told us of other people that he told us were our family he only had one brother but he had gone to fight in Briton and never returned because he found a wife there, we were told that he had a son by the name of Arthur. He said we had no home left in Rome and that it would soon be turned into chaos and to leave as soon as he died if not now. We were to leave our home and travel to Briton in search of this man. Who was in need of help soon. Not long after he told us this he passed away in his sleep.
We packed our things needed for the journey, we put on our travelling wear and packed the armour on the horses also making them wear their armour it was light so they wouldn't be hindered by it. We gathered our weapons and we went in search of this man.