Ever Homewards

by Inwe Tasartir

When Lancelot left to complete his service to Rome, he left his younger sister behind. What happens when he finds her almost fifteen years later? What happens when he finds out why? TOFC

3. Chapter 2: 10 years later

Ever Homewards

By: Inwe Tasartir

Chapter One:

10 Years Later

They came the year I was to turn 19, in the middle of the night. They were a group of Germanic peoples from the north called the Franks.

Apparently years before, when they had sacked Rome, the Pope had made an accord with them. This accord stated that the Franks would be free to sack any peoples under their command and outside of the empire as long as they got fifty percent of the profit.

They went through each house killing every man, boys and girls that were under the age of 15. They left most of the women alive. The screams I heard that night still haunt me to this day. The screams of people I had known since birth, all suffering under the ruthless hands of these savages. I stood huddled in my room like a coward as I heard them break down the door. I did not dare to step outside and witness the massacre of the people I loved. My father was already dead. He had run out the door minutes before instructing me to stay behind as he went to help.

I listened as the ruthless savages went through each room, my heart quickening as each crash brought them closer and closer.

The door opened with a thundering boom that seemed to echo through my ears. I could not move. I could not breath. My only thoughts were of my death and how I faced it as a coward. Grief filled my heart and I closed my eyes as I realized that I had let both Lancelot and my father down. All of that training and fighting and all I could do was sit here frozen with panic.

My eyes flew open as a rough and calloused hand snaked its way around my throat. My cries that night mingled with others of the same fate.

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4 years later

As stated in their accord, the Franks gave the Roman Empire fifty percent of the plunder of that night. I was included.

I spent my first two years in Rome as slave to the Emperor himself, but the man soon grew bored of me and sold me to a man who bought fighters for the famous Coliseum of Rome. And so it came to be that I spent my days fighting for my life and freedom. Killing men, women and animals alike just for one more day of my wretched and miserable life.

I woke up each day to the same monotonous routine for two years. I was emotionally and physically worn out. I had never been much of a killer as a child, cringing at the thought of even killing a mouse, but here I found myself killing one or more people a day in hopes that this would be the last. But sweet freedom never came and my energy was waning…and then one day, hope came in the form of a Roman Catholic bishop.

AN: Again sorry for the really long delay. But the good news is…I FOUND MY NOTES! HUZZAH! I originally wanted to go into detail about Mariah's enslavement but I figured I didn't want this to be too long, because lord knows its gonna be long enough with her interaction with the knights, so I settled for vaguely putting it into one chapter…who knows…maybe if you're good enough to me I'll think about make a prelude? Hmmm…well, if you're reading this that means you read my chapter so thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Your ever loving Inwe Tasartir