Disclaimer: Axel gotta post this or else the big heads will shut my project down and I'll end up sad and miserable for not doing it when I had to. Without further ado, Fairy Tail is the sole property of Hiro Mashima-san and Co. The only thing I own, are my original characters. Historical references and elements that I use in my story are borrowed and do not necessarily correspond with facts we know today. Onwards now!
Indomitable Heart
Chapter 11: Sun Greets A New Day
''Waste of fucking time...'' Sevius grunted out while walking side-by-side with Iona. ''Is there a point in finding culprit?'' He asked and waved at the passing former slaves and gladiators all busy in their own right. Many were carrying crates and packing whatever they could find useful to bring for the journey.
''The fact that there is a poisoner in our midst does not spark concern? I will not be seeing to every meal properly prepared free of death. If you would have the reason not cut from its roots, then start fearing for your life every time you feast.'' The sandy blonde healer replied with some bite that honestly surprised the Thracian.
For someone barely in her twenties she had a sharp and attentive eye, as noted by Sophus when they were trying to determine the cause of Domina's ailment. Turns out it was a nightshade poisoning and the only place it could have come from was the old Medicus' little workshop.
Julia Marcinius will live thanks to the quick intervention that involved lots of puking and then more fluid intake. Iona wasn't prepared to travel with a band that has a potential assassin who may or may not even know how to handle the delicate process of using medicinal aids and herbs.
Hence, now she was going with this man to the origin of the crime. The culprit will most likely try to cover the deed, which is why now would be the best moment to act before the Medicus' quarters are being dismantled.
On the other hand, the gladiator accompanying her, would rather indulge different activities. ''Hardly they would target any of the men. Their aim were Bellatorians, for whatever the cause. Instead of trying to find wolf in sheep's clothing, we are better off with helping others leave.'' The Thracian retiarus disclosed his view. Because really, what does she expect to achieve with the little investigation? Will the suspect just magically pop-up?
Yeah, right. Then he would eat his left sandal.
For the first time in their brief history of knowing of one another, Iona looked at him directly with the most scrutinizing he got since Doctore passed him as competent enough to become part of a brotherhood. '' 'They'? How do you know there is more than one person?''
She even sounded accusing if not barely restraining herself to outright call him a liar. And Sevius didn't appreciate that. Not one bit.
''Listen well, woman...'' Only a few steps from Sophus' quarters he rounded on her sharply and used every ounce of his frame to seem more intimidating. Nobody accuses him for plotting like that. If he wanted it done, he would have dealt clean-as-day blow, not resort to petty tactics like poisoning.
*CREEK*
A small gasp, likely female in origin was heard behind his back. And since he was damn positive it couldn't have been Iona, judging by her hard, unflinching stare, that only left him to turn and see another blonde girl hastily attempting to close the door. And catching her foot in the whole process.
''Fuck...'' That wasn't Sevius who cussed out. Despite his penchant to use the word frequently.
So it turns out there is someone. Now the idea of left footwear sounds very unpleasant. Easiest thing to do is forget he ever thought about that silly promise. Yes, that's for the best.
Swift in on her own, the young healer moved around the larger frame of the still nonplussed Thracian, Iona yanked the shabby wooden door open. ''Παγίδα!''
When Sevius caught up with her merely three seconds later it was all over. All he saw was a flash, and all he was seeing right now were two bodies wiggling on a dusty floor. One belonging to a very pretty hand maiden of the House. He is sure he knows her from before, but not quite familiar to remember her name.
As for the second victim of Iona's magecraft...
''Livius? Fuck the Jupiter...'' Why isn't he surprised? Of all the others, he should have assumed it, but alas...
The other Thracian was angrily trying, and failing to free his legs. Unfortunately for him, the binds were not those so easily severed by simple physical means.
Sevius wasted not a moment in dragging the trapped man's sorry hide and placing him next to the attendant's. Regarding them for a while and then Iona, who went to rummage through the cupboards and turning the entire place upside down.
''Is this what we are looking for?'' She turned to catch a light pouch. Sevius simply waited for reply with one arm on gladius and other lax.
Peering inside and taking a short whiff, the medicinal savant nodded her head. ''Nightshade, finely grounded.'' Mix large enough amount with the food and bam! Agonizingly painful death to the consumer. If not treated, that is. ''Now then,'' leaning down toward the other woman and dangling the pouch as uncontested evidence, ''what were you attempting to accomplish with this?''
The maid had a shapely and voluptuous figure, fair face and eyes a darker shade than Iona's. Main difference was, that hers were trembling like a caught animal... In both senses of the words.
''Killing few Bellatorians is least they deserve... Guh!'' Livius didn't get to finish his line after his fellow compatriot prodded him in the exposed ribs a bit harsher than it should.
Iona furrowed her brow in thought. Deserve he says... ''Exacting vengeance? Now that the roles are reversed you deem fit to disperse personal justice.'' The young blonde surmised. She wasn't pointing fingers or anything with that statement. There is bound to be bad blood in the establishment such as this.
''...You know nothing...'' The downed maid began muttering loud enough for every listener to hear. Resistance was long forgotten. ''I was not like the rest of slaves... Myself and my husband took upon the chains until our debt was payed... All was fairing well, yet four years ago the freedom was denied for us...''
Tears filled in her eyes and soon enough they were falling freely on the dry floor. ''T-Those two fiends... –broke every promise given... My husband was not to fight in the fucking Primus then... I-I...I hate them... Fu-Fucking Marcinius the lying cur and his bitch!'' She would speak no longer as her throat could only make out the sobs of sorrow along with those of impending fury, the anger long nurtured...
Iona sighed at the emotional outburst and Sevius rubbed his temples. What a great way to part ways. Now he was feeling sorry for letting those bastards live. But it was not up to him to question what orders Igneous gave them. ''This is not for me... Shit.'' The rebelled gladiator grumbled in his head.
Kneeling closer to the Nexi slave, Iona carefully canceled the spell on her legs and mad the still crying woman sit upright. She wasn't really good with this, but here's to hoping the woman would at least listen to some reasoning the young sorceress has to offer. ''Your vengeance toward Lanista and his wife will not, cannot compensate the loss you suffered... However, should you wish to further pursue that goal, I will not stop you.''
The alleged poisoner's mouth opened in shock, but Iona quickly interrupted whatever would come from her mouth. ''But make no mistake... The tides have shifted and the consequences are to follow. What happens with your life is by your choice and yours alone.'' She stood and straightened her robes of any creases. ''Let us be off.''
Finally. Sevius made a mental cheer. Counseling the broken hearts was not his forte... Unless he had to resort to that way. ''What of this little dog?'' He pointed thumb at Livius. The man in question also directed an expecting look at the young blonde.
Iona didn't bother looking back as she slowly made to exit. ''The spell will fade by itself.'' Her magic, the one she currently used, was no where near potent enough to last too long. Five minutes max.
Sevius only shrugged at the perplexed and indignant way Livius was gaping at him. ''You heard the lady.''
He too strolled out, leaving the man whose rage was going to burst his blood vessel and a contemplating former plebeian turned-slave-turned free again.
The one known as Chadara had a lot to think about of her future and the choices it presented to her now. One thing that was nagging her brain and that she couldn't comprehend is: what to do with free will? Years of servitude almost made her forget, but when Igneous started the revolt, she could maybe hope to... ''Igneous...'' Chadara thought of the rebellion leader. ''Perhaps there is yet a way...'' Her delicate lips parted into a small, decisive smile...
And Livius cursed his luck in getting caught in all this shit. The schemes of a woman. Who would have thought it could lead to this kind of muddle.
Luckily no one noticed the little mishmash, so it went surprisingly well in Sevius' opinion. ''That is one bother less, now to finally... Aaaaggghh, why? Why of all people?!''
''What we have here? Domina poisoned and you happen to leave Medicus' quarters.'' The figure blocking their path mused. His stance may look relaxed for any normal person, but a trained fighter's eye would notice how his right hand inches back for the blade, and his right foot positioning slightly behind its counterpart.
Not that suspicion is unwarranted. Anyone with the shred of cautiousness could potentially draw conclusions based on what occurred just couple hours ago.
For Ganicus, it was a security nightmare. Not only was there an attempt at captives lives against his friend's orders, now he wished he was born with more than one pair of eyes. Encountering Sevius and pretty lady in a compromising positions made his already wary mind whirl for miles to no end with all kind of possible scenarios. Bad scenarios. The kind that can bring them to another clash if someone doesn't start giving the right answers.
Feeling fed up somewhat at the ridiculousness the whole thing took path, the Thracian graced him with answer. ''And what of it? Are you not the one Igneous appointed watch in his absence? The entire incident shows just how competent you were.''
That was not the answer their best dimachaerus wanted to hear. Of course, his fellow gladiator could care less. When insults are thrown amongst battle-ready tense men, the end result involves scrubbing the blood off the ground and picking knocked out teeth.
Iona grew in a place not too dissimilar from Ludus. Recognizing the imminent tussle about to take place she could but one thing to do. ''Enough! Both of you!'' She hissed the harshest tone in her life. Getting in between the fistcuff of men was not always a good idea, but she could care less now.
And how dare they turn this into a spat ignoring her and what knowledge she can provide on the case?! ''Men, sometimes...'' Grandmother warned her long ago, but to experience first-hand is something else. ''You,'' she pointed at bemused Ganicus, ''did it ever occur to ask me of what happened before you start spilling blood?'' Turning attention to a smirking Sevius, likely at blonde male's expense. ''And you. Only a brief accusation and you lose capacity to use your head? You are not children.''
Breaking from a short stupor by young woman's brusque tongue, Ganicus was first to react to a scolding. ''Hahaha.'' What a reaction that was. ''Brave little thing you are.'' Iona's narrowed eyes didn't stop him from trying to check her out top to bottom. Defiant girls with such lip on them by itself was a rare thing. All the women he has been with...
Iona might as well have been naked in front of this man, because the way his eye glided over her form and face appreciatively made him look like an animal she would rather run and find a place to lock herself up until it loses interest. But this is to be expected. She is not a little girl anymore, and she can decide for herself on whom to share affection with. This one, Ganicus, was not amongst them.
''Someone has to make sure you do not cause our numbers to needlessly diminish.'' She stated as a matter of fact.
To her annoyance, he didn't drop that smile by one bit. It merely grew more. ''Intelligent, capable and well-versed with words. Tell me, brave little thing, do all women of your coterie bear such semblance?'' He shifted on his foot and crossed arms, now making it all appear as an everyday conversation on a street.
Her eyes and lips almost parted at the information Ganicus just layed out. He specifically indicated a 'coterie', meaning he is more privy than she originally thought. Also goes to show he is not another run-off-a-mill mook. Yet how much does he actually know? ''Oh? Whatever fool has told you that?'' She challenged him and he just continued to stare at her, through her. Exactly who is this person and was he so important for Igneous to divulge anything on Crypteia?
''I fear the fool should be familiar to you. Bright hair, fire in eyes, blemished face, dislike for mulsum...'' The dark-blonde casually counted the well-known traits.
Sevius sighed in exasperation at getting caught in a mini-debate and wit exchange like this.
Iona on the other hand blinked at the fact that Igneous isn't fond of alcohol. That's a rare thing these days. And very admirable quality...
Wait, this was quickly getting out of hand. ''Stop there. I understand...'' Tucking a stray sandy lock behind her ear, the young healer had to admit that the man they were talking about had a good reason for spilling such intel. She hoped for his sake, that not more than a handful of people know for now. ''How much has he shared with you?''
''Enough to ignore voices telling me I suffer from mind depravity.'' The motives and whys for being part of the rebellion is for him alone. And his crazy friend who can smell better than animals. ''Now to my original purpose. What were the two of you doing there?''
His grateful colleague gladiator decided to run his tongue least they end up in another, more than less necessary, drivel. ''Preventing misuse of bane. If you do not mind, I have other duties to attend.'' He started walking away leaving the girl with Ganicus, and if there's an attempt to stop him, sparks will definitely fly.
The dark-blonde swordsman let him through without bother, even giving him a passing friendly pat on the shoulder.
His fellow blonde barely withheld a twitch of irritation. It's like they communicated in an unknown language on the other plane and Ganicus was aware that Sevius had nothing to do with the mischance that affected the Domina of the house. Yet they were this close to butting heads a moment ago... Honestly, the affairs of men...
And now there were two of them... Alone. The location offering enough cover from prying eyes. The way Sevius so abruptly left... ''He would not...''
''Calm yourself, little thing.'' That only served to make her more agitated, if her renewed glare was anything to go by. She is good at masking it. ''We were not properly introduced. I am-...''
''I know of you, gladiator. The entire city speaks great lengths of the last Primus.'' If not for the whole revolt, he might have become even more famous in the future. But right now... ''Curious. Why do you decide to leave all the coming fame behind?''
The inquiry made the dimachaerus' disposition more sullen. And his eyes more darker, akin to a stormy clouds. ''No further point. Perhaps in the past...'' He trailed off slightly before gathering thoughts. ''There are things I would die for, things I deserve to die for, yet this house stands no longer as such. What I have witnessed among these walls...''
''Yet you are fine with dying for another's cause?'' Iona prodded.
Ganicus gave her a calculating look. ''You mistake intent. Joining rebellion was for my own reasons. I do not plan to leave this life before seeing them fulfilled.'' Either way, rebellion or not, it was what kept him going in improving his skill. What made him win all the previous matches, whoever the opponents, they would fall. This was simply a detour. A quicker way to freedom. Risky as hell, but going accordingly for the most part.
Wasn't that a mystery, this man? ''Very well. Apologies for speaking out of turn.''
Appearing unconcerned, Ganicus waved her off like it was nothing. ''Fuck apologies, let us give wind to our step and leave this place.'' As they too followed the path to the training grounds, he could have sworn a chortle-like sound escaped her throat. Maybe, or it could be the noise coming from their liberated brethren. Was it the last thing he said? He will never know.
And now, all of a sudden, he wishes to see her smile. She is bound to have a staggering simper to match such face. ''I am yet to know your name.''
What a persistent person. He will probably never let it go. Since he is a part of Igneous' inner circle their further meeting are inevitable. ''Iona Colchis.''
A Hellenian? Well isn't that convenient...
XxX
(Bellatorian Capital Tibrus – Arena's Dungeons)
Most of the interior design of the Arena like the cages where they keep animals or gladiator's waiting areas were left intact. Honestly, all the exterior constructions were directed to expansion of stands, better entrance points and and miscellaneous other touch-ups to make the architectural miracle look pleasing for the eye.
For what's a better way to flaunt wealth and prosper if not with garish masterpieces that is this huge masonry construct. Yet for a man experiencing first-hand how slaves and animals spend time before their uncertain demise, it was far from amusing.
''They will pay for this... Every last one of them...'' The foreigner occupying the cell thought and went into another coughing fit. The air was foul, and his lungs along with his throat were dryer than Sinharat desert. ''Dammit...'' Speaking hurt and made his hoarse voice sound more pathetic than what he would prefer. Soulless cretins, they could have spared a cup of water if nothing else.
The two guards were in no mood to even talk to him, so he had stopped that a long time ago. Anything of note he would have to tell them would have just passed through their ears. Considering who they worked for, not unexpected.
The amazing story of Andres Kraus started with him as one of the families close to the big names in the Empire. They were merely a retainers, but better than anything, they could afford to avoid getting their members sent or forcefully conscripted to the army and have one of the more safer options. As much as desk jobs or tents on a front lines were.
As a middle of sibling he had that fortune of working through, relatively light-based positions in the government until they needed a fresh, but not too young lad to carry out a diplomatic mission into another land on Alakitasia. This country was developed enough to have their intricate governing system not too dissimilar from that of his homeland, but different all the same.
For one, they had slavery. Genuine slavery. Where one is considered nothing more than a property of another. A mere commodity. Frankly it's a waste of resources and pure hubris on Bellatorian side. Not at all being a heavy-lifter and more adept in using his silver tongue and keener than average observation skills, Andres managed to pull together that the number of free-ridden people surpasses the number of truly free.
Did it ever occur to them the danger of a possible rebellion or alike happening. Clearly not. A nation that has an official anti-mage policy, yet the very same people have contact with the highest officials like a freaking Consul of Republic! Next you know, they chase around in cloaks out in the countryside, sniping the potential threats and whatnot.
That man, Leonidas, or something. And that young gladiator... Andres allowed the goosebumps to cover him and shiver to run its course. That man carried himself with confidence and had a gait of a powerful leader. If he were with the Empire, the top-brass would have offered him the title of a Spriggan, no doubt. And the power he demonstrated...
Yet a single man like him is not sufficient to create influence and be in touch with the top without having more aces in the sleeve. The approaching war will not end the way his countryman might imagine. But before all that, there needs to be a signal indicating the start of the invasion. And he has the means, but lacks the ways.
He can only sit here and hope that at least one of his attache managed to get out of these damnable borders alive. Something deep in his gut tells him not to get his head in the clouds.
A rattling of guards gear and voices rushed him from his brooding. He can't even make out what they're saying, much less is he any interested in moving in this pathetic condition his body is in. He just relaxed further and tried to get some more shuteye. There's not much in a form of entertainment that a gladiatorial jail under the Arena can offer... Trapped beneath the object meant for pleasure and fun (by Bellatorian standards). Irony has never been so amusing...
''Rock bottom...'' Mayhaps that be the proper way to kill time?
*THWACK*
Or not. ''Ughhhhh...*cough*cough*'' Great, he can barely show his displeasure. Opening his bleary eyes he spotted a figure standing in a holloway dimly lit by a torch. ''Have you any shame? Let me die or kill me for- *coug*cough*''
''Perhaps after you deliver as promised.'' That voice, he recognized it from somewhere. Can't exactly put his finger on...
''I am waiting.'' Now it was irritated. ''There is only so much time my coin can buy and lips to silent.'' He said casually and juggled a single pebble in his hand.
Ahh... Now he recalls it. This man... The supposed ally and his allies on back-and-call. ''You... schwein.'' Dragging himself with all the remaining strength he had left, Andres spat at the man's feet.
The man didn't offer a blink nor any kind of reaction to the unfamiliar term. ''Now you witness what becomes when you decide to frolic out of Tibrus' confines.'' Regarding the imprisoned ambassador he lifted a mocking brow. ''How do you find our hospitality?''
Andres felt another coughing fit that he tried to suppress. Arguing on who's fault it was and about the lack of intel would be a moot point. ''Have you come to laugh at my misfortune,'' swallowing precious spit he gripped the bars separating them, ''or can you save the plan from the shitstorm it turned out to be.''
''Interesting choice of words.'' The conversationalist mused, rubbing his chin lightly. ''My part is largely done, you have yet to give any contribution, good ambassador.''
Andres looked down, away from the eyes judging him. ''If only one of my men survived, then...''
So there is still something this man is useful for. ''One yet lives. He is confined to young Cataline's housing but never to show face.'' Because bad, bad things would happen that even money can't hope to fix. Not with that man pulling many strings. ''Brandt, if memory serves.''
One spark to make the envoy's eyes lit like he has just gotten promotion. Best news he has heard in days. ''Erich... then not all is lost.'' Falling to his knees again he made a little distance from the entrance.
''What are...?'' The visitor couldn't finish the sentence as the action followed by pungent smell hit his ocular and olfactory senses. Andres was rummaging through his own vomit, which consisted of mostly fluid. Shows how long he hasn't eaten anything decent.
Breathing raggedly in quick successions, the envoy crawled to the bars and stuck his shaking hand. It was a spherical object the size of a thumb approximately. ''To Erich... He will know... The horns of Imperial marching...'' Collapsing on the ground the metal ball rolled to the feet of the visitor.
Carefully wrapping it in a piece of cloth and breathing through his mouth he inspected the item Kraus just provided him with. To his credit, it seemed perfectly preserved despite being in the man's gut for who knows how long. And this is supposed to be the share of the opposite party? ''Clever... yet plenty disgusting.'' Running out of time, the stranger turned to leave before overstaying his welcome and raising more eyebrows than needed.
''Antonius...'' The raspy voice of the lying ambassador called. ''I... implore not a soul should find of how my death came about...'' Dying like this, like a common filth... For the Empire and his sovereign he would give his life, not in the way he dreamed to be, but oftentimes you can't choose how or where you draw your last breath.
The last request he could make and that's all he asks? Neither he pleads for the last meal nor anything of value? 'Loyalty to the very end.' Antonius noted. How laughable. Try living like that all your life and see where it gets you. But at least he served his purpose. And his name? Who will even make effort to recall about a man that failed his duty so miraculously?
No, the one whose title will be etched through time in the books as the successful veteran of the last Hellenian conquest, the greatest of the noble line of Antonii, shall be himself. His initials will be carved to stone, lasting centuries to come.
Though, there is still another who bears the share of triumph. ''If only I had enough power to alter fate...'' Carefully sneaking out of the Arena, looking left and right, the head of the family and great adversary of people's current favourite vanished into the dark streets.
Had only he noticed that more than one shady character roam the night...
XxX
For Bellatorians, when you had a bad day, you either drink it off, or spend quality time depending on your stature, wealth and preferences. Happy endings of a long day turns into the long slumber, worries forgotten and left for upon wakening. That is for most plebeians.
It just so fortunately happens that Septimus Antius is none of those. He is not a plebeian, despite his family pulling roots and beginning as a common folk.
Right now he was breathing evenly as he stared down at the blamed and body wrapped in the purest cloth of white. A burial rite. Menat to be done so the soul would descend to the afterlife pure and clean, not like the filth undeserving of such honour.
So really, now some things were starting to make a lot of sense. The frequent absences, pulls from his purse of funds, That Shit Of A Man Who Should Not Be Named...
Yeah, in the end, this was beginning to look like some tragedy piece written by a half-drunken lunatic on a low-grade paper whilst his cock sucked by whatever greasy lips... And one tends to wonder how philosophy can be considered a science...
And whoever the grinning shit the author was, had to include his family to the whole mess. ''Gods have mercy on my child...'' He whispered the plea under his breath. If someone's listening his elder shall live by the time he's back ti the capital. If bot, then to shit with them all.
See, publicly all Bellatorians revere their Gods. Someone questions them, they would list the entire pantheon with Jupiter on his throne right to the rabid animal Mars, the all men's wetdream Venus to the creepy undercrawler that is Pluto. Privately, for all their smarts one should and can use the Gods' name for any convenience. If in peril you can pray, they might listen. Facing unmerited death, curse them all above and below.
The question is, should he curse Gods for making things complicated and taking away his son-in-law? Or be relieved that whatever scheme him and Justus were concocting was put to sleep. Permanently.
''When faced with such dilemma, one should abstain from breaking words. Least he calls upon more grief.'' Wisely so, he picked the silent option. All things aside, his mixed feelings on the matter were not helping him think clearly. ''Fuck the Gods...''
See. Way easier.
''Master.'' The other lone figure called his attention from the entrance. Drusus stood, alive and well. After making small arrangements with Sepius on how to deal with the crowd on the morrow, Antius hastily mad his way to his old Ludus. Only to meet the extended hand bringing unfortunate news.
There are so many things he would ask of Drusus to explain, but right now they are racing against the schedule here. When that young rebellious leader leaves this place with his band of comrades and his son is delivered to his arms again, then they will have a lengthy discussion. Bonding of father and son never looked more appealing, right?
''Yes, I am aware of the deadline. Have the men been gathered?'' He asked of the attendant.
Dipping his head politely, Drusus kept with his cordial tone. ''It would appear we have slight... obstruction.''
If one of his blood vessels doesn't pop consider him above natural health. ''And this obstruction has a name?'' Not that he couldn't guess who exactly is responsible for the hitch in the road.
''Ulpianus, Master.'' Ever diligent, he supplied the answer.
Of course Doctore would object against any sudden action that was out of order. He was a rough and stubborn trainer, that Ulpianus. By the book even more so. ''Come, let us shed light onto good Doctore's troubled mind.'' He walked with Drusus in tow to the training ground entrance. ''And when this is over, we have much to break words.'' He glanced behind to see Drusus not reacting in fear or showing concern for the reprimand he might receive.
How strange... The punishment may as well be death or bodily harm, yet he... ''Not now, old fool. Focus on task at hand.'' Plenty of chances for the slave's future later.
The duo reached the trainer who looked grumpy and full of nervousness by the way he was tapping his finger against his bicep. His mood did one-eighty when he spotted the real master of the house and family head. ''By Gods, I thought the squab was spewing false tongue... Master, you are truly here.'' With his expression in awe, he bowed quickly.
''Indeed.'' Antius noted not half of the gladiators were out, and those that were were looking at each other confusedly and talking in whispers. Out of present forty, he scarcely identified the few that remained from his last visit years ago... Is it that the house has fallen to such levels.
Unlike Marcinius, the Antius could always brag of quantity. And until recently, he so foolishly believed that quality was there somewhere. Are these the results of personal neglect of duties as lanista? The way things stand, keeping the school running would bring more harm than good if left under poor management. Is it even salvageable?
''What is the extent of damage caused by my son?'' Ulpianus didn't reward it with answer. In that case. ''Speak! Must I pry words from mouth?!''
Gulping a bit, Doctore couldn't, wouldn't look him directly in the eye, the gaze of the Master to harsh to bear even for him. ''...Apologies, Master. We were all bound by the will of young Master. Even my own words of advice oftenly presented would fall to deaf ears.''
All too true, the elder Antius knew that well. ''And with the performance in the last Primus, the fate of this Ludus all but sealed.''
''Master?'' The gladiator's teacher exclaimed in quiet shock. ''What meaning do the words hold?''
''The very same falling upon thought. This Ludus is but a distant memory soon to come.'' Ignoring the man who struggled to find words, Septimus turned his eyes to the gathered fighters and those still in training. ''All of you! It is with grave truth that I greet you upon this night! Due to maladministration of your Dominus,'' saying the title through gritted teeth, Antius' voice swept the entirety of the sacred ground of training, ''this Ludus, this place meant for creating Champions and making lesser man great, is to be disbanded.''
He paused on purpose, knowing that they would break to a unified chorus of mismatched words. Each one likely with one particular question on their minds: What happens to us now?
''All of you will are to be given purpose outside of these walls. I expect every gladiator woken and prepared to leave this place. You can carry whatever coin you have won, and clothing you own.''
''Dominus?!'' One man called out. It was Rhaskos, one of the more seasoned of fighters. ''You are granting us freedom?'' The Galian man asked uncertainly.
If only you knew, were the unspoken words. ''I give nothing of such. Now make haste, the night does not wait.''
And what other could they do but obey the order of the actual owner of the Ludus. However confusing and strange it seemed.
''The wisest choice often the most hardest upon heart.'' Drusus muttered next to Antius. The old man is keeping it together miraculously. A wonder he hasn't thrown himself in a fit of rage or tears considering the decline of his legacy. Of work that set him off to much favoured position.
Steadily breathing through his nose, Antius leveled a small glance to the slave. Was he always throwing this casual references in his absence? ''Do you have reservations about my decision?''
The man in question did well to mask being off-put by the sudden inquiry. ''It holds no weight in the end, does it?'' He half-shrugged.
While the noise of gladiators being roused from sleep and Doctore's awkwardly standing to a side could be regarded as nothing out of the ordinary, Drusus' comeback most certainly was not. With a sharp nod to a trainer, Antius quickly retreated to a Villa for the duration and his servant, as expected, followed.
Sealing the doors of the Villa's study with a snapping sound, the head of the family's gaze turns more hostile to listlessness he showed minutes ago. ''Answer me this. What seized fucking mind in last years?''
''Master? I do not understand.'' He sounded genuinely confused all coupled with a right facial expression being presented.
It only served to worsen the situation as tension raised by several degrees in the air. ''What manner of promise has my son given you to forsake your true loyalties, my friend?'' With each syllable, the old man's tone was steadily shifting from grave to more solicitously tender.
''Not good, not good...!'' 'Drusus' was inwardly panicking. Clearly there was more to it than he originally anticipated. Things that couldn't be obtained or counterfeited by sugarcoating and other means of deception. Seems that some Belaltorians do actually consider their personal slaves as more than day-to-day service.
He will have to pick the next words very thoroughly. ''Young master Antius' leadership held auspicious qualities. There are things kept hidden even from my eyes and ears.'' His brain was in overdrive with planning how adapt a scenario and avoid possible debacle. Well, a savant of lies such as himself cannot allow that. ''Words cannot describe how much it lifts heart to see you coming to Ludus' salvation. Truly, the Gods have blessed us. Akin to a sun gracing us upon new day.''
Hearing his trusted, but still a little fishy, employee say that did in fact brought his mood to a better. If only by small degree. ''You were always the one with penchant for adulation. A philosopher would have envied you.'' Maybe even the likes of a Senator. Alas, it was not permissible. Not in a long future yet.
Shaking his head and smiling somewhat ruefully, Antius said. ''I fear that whatever 'salvation' awaits us, my actions can only move us into insecure position.'' He half-leaned against the wooden desk and looked at his feet, the dreary thought of his lifework falling to ruin returning to haunt him once again.
This man... There is something that he is trying very hard to suppress. One should be considered a fool to not have in mind that Bellatorians, especially the upper echelons never do something or renounce it without it being somehow favourable for both sides. What does he get from handing over his fighters just like that, is the real question.
Not battling the curiosity, the serf used the apparent bond of trust Antius had with Drusus to the end. ''Then, is it your intention to sell our gladiators to recompense for the losses?''
Septimus frowned a bit, but didn't raise his head to regard the man. ''Had I only time to find merchant mad enough to buy them all.'' His light chuckle was completely hollow at that point. ''No... those men will have their role to attain. Sadly not the honorauble death that should come from the sands of the arena.''
Straightening himself once more, the senior Antius stopped when he was shoulder to shoulder with the slave. He has yet to pick up his downed gaze. ''Least I could do is have it done far from the streets of this city.'' The old man muttered, mostly to no one, but it might as well have been said now than later.
If he was more focused on Drusus, he would see a display that he has never witnessed before on his close friend's face. It's always about them. Lies have a funny way of serving as amusement to those with acquired taste. Like a sweet, sweet ambrosia. For gladiators, it was the blood of their adversaries, for him on the other hand...
''Deception is after all, one of the key aspects of a grander conflict...'' The voice that was not Drusus' own exclaimed that. Yet at the same time, it was more than familiar to him, because...
''...!'' Before he could show or act in surprise and confusion, Antius was roughly planted against a wall with another person's body firmly against his own to keep him from moving. A hand, not slightly dainty like Drusus' but more rugged clamped on his mouth. Not a moment passed as with a tiny flash that he could have sworn he saw not hours ago, in a different place, and the other hand held a dagger that ended inside his heart.
It was done with such precision that any less trained person would have a hard time responding in self-defense accordingly. And Antius was an old man who allowed any sort of threat awareness to drop to zero.
The small blade twisted expertly, making the already grim state of the beating organ irreversible. And with it, the fate of another unfortunate soul unchangeable.
When faced with direct assassination a person last sight is the one that took their life. So that they might carry that identity to the afterlife, curse it countless times and maybe just maybe meeting them in the fiery pits for confrontation. No, Senator of Republic, Septimus Aburius Antius was denied even that privilege.
Terror and confusion is what was mostly inscribed upon his dying face. Both should be obvious considering the circumstances he was in seconds ago, yet why was he leaving the world of the living and the last sight he beheld is his own face leering at him?
''I...'' He tried to say anything, but it only came out as a chocked sound passing the hand spread across his mouth.
''Crypteia sends its gratitude to good Senator Antius. But I fear your services are no longer required.'' The person that should be Drusus... That was Drusus now spoke in a voice and tone perfectly matching that of a man on the other side. With the last words to a dying man, he gave a final, sharp twist of a knife.
Thus, the family Aburii was now reduced to two members on this world.
''What a clever ruse Sepius and you concocted in such short time.'' The now apparent Septimus Antius look-alike slowly lowered his unwilling counterpart to the floor. ''Tch, nothing but trouble. And it's about to become even more...'' The impersonator uttered with annoyance as he wiped his hands clean as much as possible.
Good instinct from Igneous on the other hand, though.
Here's where it gets complicated. There is an ambush prepared or at the very least a hunting party after the exchange. Hiding evidences, playing the part when he has almost to no knowledge on how to proceed further. He knows the general route on how the Senator planned to end the day, but numerous unknown factors could prove to be the missions doom...
Heaving a weary sigh, 'Antius' dragged his clean hand across his face. What a bloody mess. Pun intended. ''No other choice... Spontaneous and creative is the way.'' Suddenly the face contorted into one of displeasure. ''What a tedious voice he had.'' He commented offhandedly.
A mild knock on the door almost had him jump out oh his skin. ''Dominus?'' One of the female serfs called from behind. ''The men are prepared.'' It added with a hint of meekness. Probably that one which Justus saved for himself to vent up.
''I shall be there promptly. If that would be all, fall from sight.'' What's a little practice on the commanding tone?
''A-At once, Dominus.'' She scurried away with recurring steps.
Good thing it was nighttime. It's a whole lot easier to hide a carcass in plain sight. What? It worked well with that dim-witted Petronius. Not a soul noticed 'til sunrise. Speaking of... ''Hmm, now what to do with you?'' He asked himself regarding the dead Antius sprawled with the knife still firmly implanted in his chest area. It would do no good to outright take it out and splatter blood all over. That would be difficult to conceal.
With a new idea emerging, he grinned slightly and made to do a swift clean-up job. His hand glowed as strange patter appeared on it. Whoever declared that illusions are useless should be hanged by their feet. Oh, this is going to be so good to preform.
XxX
On the positive note, the part involving sudden murder attempt by slave had gone rather well. After a good, faux-threatening speech on servile disobedience, Antius stand-in ordered the body be disposed of promptly. The looks on the faces of guards and other house crew was priceless he almost broke the serious and intimidating facade.
It's like watching the comedy plays he heard about were preformed back in a day. Only this was going by his personal script. Lot of less composed people would be inclined to grin, rub their hands, do a celebrational jig but he had no such luxury. No, because the next part was complicated to the point of seeking exit out of the legendary labyrinth.
Luckily, he was more than enough familiar with the layout of Conlinia's streets. Perks of spending years in this place, you get to learn almost every corner and turn. And because of his job description, he was fairly certain that he new the town better than most residents.
Now for the fun part...
While trying to smuggle around six dozen gladiators would be considered foolhardy or hazardous move, the gist lied in that you had to adjust a scenario to suit your needs the best. There were three separate strategies revolving around the event. The first being the trap Bellatorians were ready to sprang upon poor, unaware rebels. Second and third should be seen as aligning with one another. There were changes that igneous wouldn't know, so in that case a hint was more than reasonable option.
The designated meeting point is a place near north-eastern part. Narrow streets and quiet atmosphere were doing the exact opposite of what it normally should. Guards were getting agitated.
Gladiators were ,despite the countless warnings and shoves, quietly whispering among themselves. About what exactly, one can only wonder. This was strange to them as it were for the men serving Antius. Any minute now...
''Master Antius,'' and there was that brave fool to open his mouth first, ''forgive my tongue, but what in Jupiter are we doing here?'' That was the first question, and the mercenary had many more in mind. Not concerning the gladiators, he could care less what happens to them, what was bugging him was the future of him and his service to Ludus.
Knowing the minds of those who provide private security services in Bellatoria, his employer turned a scowl at the guard. ''Do you wish for monthly wage?'' When the man nodded a little unnervingly at the dry tone, Antius further reprimanded him. ''Good. Then seize that tongue of yours, take hold of your cock and fall to proper command!''
The employer barked silently as he could, but the rest of the guards clearly heard parts of it or they already knew what Senator's response would be like.
The foolishly courageous one almost blanched at that. He retreated back to the hasty column, it would do no good to cross your benefactor. He quite liked the coin from Aburii family's purse.
''That went well. You retreated like small fucking hare.'' Rhaskos, taking the head of the group, sniggered derisively.
''Be quiet, slave.'' He grunted, elbowing the hand-bound gladiator roughly.
Rhaskos chuckled sinisterly at the jab. ''If my hands were free...'' He popped his thumbs to emphasize, the intent of his action painfully obvious. The guard only snorted at life-threatening act. Like that would ever happen...
Ignoring the tittle-tattle behind his back, Antius' sharper than normal eyes noticed a well-made sign meant for him to take. Finally, they realized the ploy.
Making a wide palmed stroke at the simple character engraved on the wall, Antius let out a small smile grace his lips. ''They are here...'' And indeed, a figure covered by the veil of shadows casted from moon's shine appeared from the corner. As expected.
What was not expected was another one who, presumably prisoner from Marcinius, being hauled by the person. Incessant cursing and that voice he heard countless times... ''Fucking Antius...'' Don't you just hate it when things can't go smoothly.
If one can call this whole shitshow going as anything but smooth...
''Senator Antius?'' The one who broke the silence was the man with younger Antius tied beside and glaring up until this point.
When Justus first heard the name of his father he immediately went stiff and with eyes wide stared in shock. ''What in Go-...!'' Any further exclamation the rebelled gladiator silenced with a sharp nudge and harsh scowl. It worked like a charm.
''You arrive behind proper time.'' Igneous noted neutrally after peering to quickly inspect the batch of gladiators and guards in the back. ''Quite the odd place for trade.'' He narrowed his eyes further. There was likely not many places in the city to even accomplish this kind of venture, but this one is far from ideal spot.
Only three paths with one offering any safe attempt at escape. Almost a blind alley.
Walking until he was only three steps from the older man, Igneous lowered his voice for the sake of privacy. ''You put us in precarious position, Senator. This was not how-...''
''Is such obstruction too great a task for one that wields ingle to deadly purpose?'' The Bellatorian man interrupted him mid-way through the sentence. With indication that Septimus Aburius Antius had not been familiar with... Couldn't be familiar with at all.
A deadly calm engulfed both parties.
Igneous came to several important conclusions.
One; This man was not the Senator he brought earlier in the morning. He was entirely another well known sleaze. And he owes some answers.
Two; Some non-favourable outcome is brewing and in a few moments everything goes snafu.
Three; It's think on your feet or die.
Four; Justus had enough brains to figure that standing in front of him was an impostor. And he just had to yell out the new-found discovery... Dammit. Shit just went sideways.
''Agggggh!'' The battle cry was followed by senior Antius stepping away to dodge a hastily thrown fireball. It was a decent size of a larger head and it hit its mark perfectly, the guard letting out a yowl of pain as it began spreading over him. ''Now!'' The sign was given and like a wraiths of night, two more gladiators swiftly intercepted another two guards reaching for their weapons.
All hell broke loose as the rear guards tried to shuffle to the front lines. ''GLADIATORS! KILL THEM ALL!''
It wasn't exclusively meant for the would-be liberators. And Rhaskos was one of the helpful who jumped from stunned to battle mode. ''Kill them!'' With one of their own brethren jumping the fray, the rest joined promptly enough. Let it be said that dying by a mob of gladiators is an extremely painful way to go.
''Jupiter's cock!'' The burly Galian cursed as he pummeled the disfigured, bloody face of that prick who dared to test his nerves. ''Ganicus?!'' He shouted in disbelief after the man cut his hands loose. ''Kastos?! What is this?!'' The short battle-high went over his head and now started thinking partly rationally.
''Freedom! Come with us if you want to live!'' Ganicus still a little mad-eyed from the one-wayed smackdown answered with cheer in his tone.
The confused man turned to Kastos who was busy liberating as much as he could with his gladius. Sad to say, but not all men were tied with hemp cords. ''Igneous shows us the way! We are giving you true freedom, brothers!'' The other Galian confirmed what was said.
Igneous had no problem dismantling the chains as he carefully melted the links. The men watching him work in awe as if witnessing a miracle. For all intents and purposes it might as well be one. ''There is no time.'' The redhead uttered in foul mood. There really isn't, they would catch up to them if they remain stationary for too long. ''Ganicus! Rush them all to the safety.''
The dark-blond was dumbfounded for a second. Since they can all run unhinged all the better. They could free them of shackles later. Yet Igneous seemed very anxious, not that he blames him, but the way he keeps looking around is worrisome. ''Why hurry?''
''This is a trap. Sepius has dispatched city's guards and will find us at any moment.'' That wasn't his ginger brother that spoke. Ganicus looked at the new source of information and found a man kneeling next to Justus Antius who appeared to be unconscious. And when he looked more closely...
''You!'' It was that snake! He would recognize him any day. A hand roughly grabbed him from his intended task. ''Brother, that man...!''
''...Is of Crypteia!'' The red-eyed fighter reasoned with his friend. ''And he speaks truth. They will be upon us. We must go!''
''You would have us run?!'' Kastos inquired from his side where he was directing the gladiators in the escape route. Surely they wouldn't pose that much of a challenge with Igneous here.
The rebellion leader managed to stifle a groan. Now was not the time for that! ''I would have us live!''
The stubborn Galian didn't relent that easily. ''Then we must fight and make our stand here! Least we end being hunted one by one!'' He argued more. If they could pull it off then it would be a huge boon for the future.
''We are not prepared to face them in the streets. It would see us to ruin!'' The distinct clanking if armour and swords being drawn entered his otherworldly vigilance. ''No...'' No, no, no, no! He had to act fast, think fast... It was not so easy when fate of so many souls depend on your single order.
Is this what being a leader means? Fighting with others for others and needing to think for the group? He had plenty of time to study how Ludus worked, all the fine details, and with a slight help from the outside. Surprise attack and unexpectedness of slave's revolt only served to work for their benefit. Now? It feels like the buildings are coiling around him, trying to suffocate him as he ponders...
''No!'' He mentally screamed. ''I will not die a slave upon streets like common animal. I am a warrior!'' And then it hit him. If anyone else tried it, they might have had their life forfeited. ''Brothers!'' He called for his best. ''Lead these people and join with the second group. I shall draw the Bellatorians away.'' When each was about to protest he cut them off vehemently. ''This is not a request! Go! I will gain us needed time!''
''By what means?'' Kastos asked unsurely, but was no less tempted to start running.
''I have no fucking idea...'' He muttered. It was a half-lie, actually. He had a concept of the idea, and certain factors had to align for it to work to its maximum efficiency. ''If I do not find you with morning sun, carry on without me. Do not turn back.'' He specifically pointed this to Ganicus.
The dimachaerus snorted quietly and let out a short, disbelieving snicker. ''You mad fuck. Come, Kastos.'' Taking one last glance to the back of their comrade, Ganicus added as a temporary good-bye. ''Good hunting, brother.'' And the hurried with the rest of their newly swelled numbers.
''You are certain he will live?'' Not that Kastos had a hard time believing. A man who can punch through a door surely can't die easily. Bearing in mind Igneous' overall prowess...
''Certain?'' Ganicus echoed as they picked up the pace, his breath barely slipping unlike Kastos' bullish huffs. ''All my wine and coin should he fail to find us!''
It came as a little concerning for the Galian on how jovial can this man be, shrugging off such serious matters. And his skill on par with Igneous. ''You are both mad! Perhaps you sprung from the same womb?!'' The stocky man quipped with a ragged pant.
''Hah! I have never given thought before!'' The blonde laughed, still not showing signs of exertion. ''Do we have a wager?!''
How the hell did he get drawn into a wager now? Ganicus took those to heart. Ah well, not that he brought much mulsum with him anyway. Kore only spared one or two pitches. ''Two jugs?''
Better than nothing, could be worse. ''Agreed! Now up the pace, you fat boar!'' He made an extra long trot to avoid a sloppy swing.
''Suck cock, *huf* you long-haired woman!'' More laughs, instead of a verbal jab, from Ganicus resonated throughout the night.
XxX
The first phase was done. Good, good... Now onto the second step- Ah, they spotted him. Not that he was trying hard to be inconspicuous. Not with both fists shining ablaze.
''Hold!'' No outright attack? Shame. ''You,'' the most likely commander of the unit shouted, pointing his gladius at Igneous, ''slave! Are you the one responsible for this?!'' He motioned at the pile of bodies behind the redhead.
''And if I am?'' Igneous crudely answered with question in turn. The squad leader looked like he was about to blow a gasket. Good. Second phase can begin. With a flick and motion of his wrist, a stream of fire from his hands swallowed the bodies of the dead, now illuminating the entire small area.
''Monster!'' ''Magus!'' ''It is Hellhound Igneous!'' The chorus of the troops went on and on.
''Calm yourselves! He is but one man!'' In spite of trying to install some bravado into his subordinates, the squad unit was breathing shallow breaths, and a drop of sweat already sliding his brow. ''In the name of Republic and its citizens, I Hostus Fabius, offer that you surrender without quarrel!''
He offers it either for being sure of victory or doubting that he could take him down. Come what may, Igneous has no intention on going back to the chains and what would most likely await him; torture and execution. ''Is it fear or courage that compels those words? Hostus Fabius, there is but one path to reach Hellhound Igneous...''
''...!''
The next thing Fabius knew was that someone pushed him down... There was an unusual amount of heat, he felt his body producing even more perspiration under his tunic just to keep the body temperature at normal... Why was it so bright in the middle of the night? It's like the sun came early than expected, or... ''Ah, the fire...''
''Uh?'' He took of his helmet, making his partly damp hair more wild and disorganized than usual. The stench... Oh, dear Gods, the burning corpses of people!
''...He is escaping!'' ''...After him, men!'' ''...Tend to commander!'' ''...Gods, send for reinforcement!''
''Commander Fabius?! Can you hear me?!'' The younger man's voice snapped him to focus. ''Praise the Gods...'' As he helped the older guard up, Fabius was now able to see the true extent of the damage.
The men were... they were melted! Parts of the flesh sizzling as if being held on a spit. ''Where...?'' He panted heavily, barely containing the bile in his throat. Grabbing the younger man by the scruff of his neck, he looked him with such rage that could rival mad animal. ''Where has he gone?! Where is that beast headed?!''
''T-The Ar-Arena... He strives path to the Arena!'' He blabbered with haste, never seeing Fabius lose his shit like this.
''Arena?'' Why would he made for the place where he has the least chances to escape. It's practically suicidal! Unless, he intends to... ''Oh Gods... Good Gods!'' Almost tripping on the random carcass he scampered to the direction of the public fighting grounds. The warning words to wait all but lost on his ears!
And when he managed to get there, body running on pure adrenaline, his heart working overtime to pump blood necessary to sustain his run and bring oxygen to his brain. Fabius saw the second half of the squad rushing to the Arena, probably led by that idiot Lysiscus who can't count to ten when he becomes eager as a kid to receive a treat.
He had to stop them, he had to...! He should have screamed, yelled, anything to distract them from the intended purpose! But the running took tool on his lungs and all he could do was make ragged sounds of a wheezing cur.
Making to most foolish decision in his career since he wasted all his money on hopeless dice game, Fabius plunged into the den of the beast.
The most pungent smell he felt for the second time today hit his nostrils. He tried to compensate with his cloth to cover. Bodies at every corner and turn, some still clinging to life, moaning for help, crying in pain and misery over lost limbs and various piercing wounds.
This kind of person actually existed and was living all along in Conlinia?! He finally saw the entrance to the sands, the gates were forcefully opened. ''What fucking strength?!''
And in the circle of the battlegrounds... A real battle took place...
There were patches of scattered fire burning, but how-Oil tar! That bastard made a barrier by spilling the flammable liquid all around. And he almost ran straight onto one. ''Gah!'' He just barely skidded to a halt and lost the footing as the wall of brilliant fire blocked his path further. How could he warn them now? That it was them that were being lured into a hideous trap!
As for Igneous, he couldn't be more proud on how his plan came to be. Always so confident in their numbers, so much that the notion of being bested by a slave trained to entertain by fight renders them incapable of seeing a bigger picture. Oh, they had him completely surrounded...
He still remembers the favourite line from associate in Crypteia; 'Hubris: a fine quality, often possessed by cunts who perish from it.'
Vaguely, he heard a battle cry, a promise of death and declarations of him being like a trapped animal in a cage. Quite the opposite. They truly don't seem to understand that he's not the one trapped in here with them...
''...You are the ones trapped in here with me.'' A calm before the storm as the flames on his arms steadily diminished until it looked like nothing but candle flickers. The enemies' charge didn't relent one bit.
I was taught to fight with fire from when I first became aware of my existence... Though the abandonment of a lively child and its imprisonment have all but extinguished the flames, a new face appeared through the darkness... I am the one that shall never allow its quench... Never again will I become enslaved by others... Never will there be chains, bars and walls to obstruct my spirit... That is why, with newfound strength I look toward the morrow...
Like the spate of streaming liquid, scars both beneath and the above were filled with the light of the bearer of its element. Extending his left leg back in a crouch with arms crossed over another the power awaited the command of its holder to release. Six steps closest, fourteen furthest, fifty strong and more that were prevented to enter the sands...
Do you wonder why 'Igneous'?
''...-to ashes. O' Helios!''
A flash. The one so strong it ignites the Arena... From the men who once did so with blade... Spectacles of blood and honour... Monument that stood to show the might of one caste above the other, now crumbled by one of the same man that gave entertainment of death in the past years... Now a fading construct, its broken stone turned to dust scattered in the night's breeze...
A primeval force from which fire came to be. If you believe in legends.
The spark taken directly from the sun that made the advance in every human civilization. Warmth, metalwork, weapons, engines of destruction... It's safe to say that it goes both ways. It gives life and takes it in return.
''Now we are free...''
...
Trudging with numerous shards of glass under one's heel is dangerous. That is why we all got proper footwear.
It warms heart how flickering flames, such beautiful colour, not orange, nor red but that of purest pigment bordering gold can seem so entrancing. Ah, he was lollygagging now. There's a promise to be kept, morale's to be boosted, points to direct... Work, work, work...
XxX
(Bellatorian overseas territory – Nubia – City Cyrene)
Dry. Dry. Dry. Rocks. Rocks. Rocks.
Occasional shrubs here and there.
Must not forget the sea breeze, for all it's worth, it does a fantastic job at making your skin look like a drained, plain old rug.
''Terrible, atrocious place.''
If there was hell on the world, or at least a place close to such description then it would be this Gods forsaken land. What was that it was so significant here again?
Ah! That's right! Herbs and grain. Opium and many other uses that could be found only here. Breeding was easy since the plants are used to a climate. Silphium, a plant of many uses only found here. Meant as a cough and digestion medicine, it is massively produced and made up a very sumely part of economics in these areas. Families got rich by having a monopoly on the rights on the special plant.
So, why was he here? Of all people?
'You lack the qualities to lead a nation and its people.' How dare that bumbling old coot?! Sticking that ridiculous nose to where it doesn't belong!
*SQUELCH*
''Hm?'' Oh dear. He got carried away in his private thoughts that he forgot what was in his hand. Accidents happen. As he made to leave a rude voice of a peasant stopped him in his tracks.
''Am I to receive compensation for that?''
''Compensation?'' He raised his eyebrow unimpessively at the merchant by a whole head shorter than him. Skin with colouring upon sun, brown eyes, dark hair with wart on cheek. Likely a descendant of Hellenians and whatever mongrels his ancestor came in touch with. Horrible thoughts.
The taller man leaned over the stall so much he loomed over the merchant like a cloud casting shadow over the small lump of hills. ''There are two kinds of people on this world; conquerors and those conquered. Which group do you think fall under?''
The poor guy gulped loudly and tried to stammer out a response. ''I-I am b-but a simple me-merchant...''
''Precisely. Remember the place you hold in the presence of your betters.'' He stated as a matter of fact, whipping the wet pulp mass against the textile covers of the booth. This uneducated fool had no idea just who was he trying to dicker with. ''Merchant or deceiver by trade? Trying to sell food of lower quality? Perhaps the Aedile should be noted...''
The little man might have had a heart attack there and then had a new voice not intervened.
''Spare the man's ears from your speeches. They get tiresome by day.'' A figure dressed in a soldier grab strolled by and yanked the offender from the booth. ''Apologies, continue with your work.'' He bid the man and pulled the taller one along and away from the market place.
One heart attack was successfully prevented that day.
''Gods, do you never tire from the same routine?'' The soldier complained as they passed the last few stalls, many eyes on them. Great, just great. He simply had to make a scene on his shift.
The one in question shrugged, letting out fake dramatic sigh. ''Ah, what more can this unfortunate soul do to pass time? I am bound by this city.'' He explained as if it's the well-known fact. ''To the house this early? Can you not show mercy and allow purchase of drink?''
His handler rolled his eyes slightly. What a piece of work. ''Fine. But I keep one.'' He said in demanding no-nonsense tone.
Chuckling wryly, the man accepted the offer with no argue. ''Of course...'' for the moment, a thing caught his eye. No, not a thing, but rather a man wearing said thing. An interesting symbol. ''Oh?'' They made eye contact and with a brief curt nod he turned to the soldier at his side. ''Forgive me, Nemetes, for I fear the days of acquaintanceship comes to end. For all that is worth, gratitude.''
It didn't take to be a genius to pick up on what he was talking about. ''Gu...!'' The words were half-way from escaping his throat as something sharp came from the other end. The last he saw was the charge's face, but it held no sympathies as the gurgle of blood splatters on the sleeve of his tunic.
*THUMP*
All the eyewitnesses either shuffled away, some hiding frightened, some gawking at the assassination in broad daylight and finally the handful that will soon alert the authorities.
That only left the pair who stood acting out of common sense to the situation. ''Interesting weapon. I believe the word is: Great General Augustus.'' He passed the codeword for verification of sorts.
The man, likely in his late twenties with dark hair on the upper lip, dressed in out-of the place attire nodded swiftly. Hoisting the said weapon, which beared close resemblance to a bow, he gestured for him to follow. ''Mhm, sí. You are Felix? Good, now I suggest we run.'' He broke into a stride with Felix keeping track with relative ease.
''Where are you leading us?'' He asked the new foreign companion.
''You'll find out soon, señor.'' He took something out of his garment and grunted as he fitted it in the strange contraption. ''Mierda... They already found us?! This way!'' He changed directions to sharp left.
Felix took a peek behind his back and saw a group of seven heading their way, swords drawn. Not good. Then the other guy pulled him rather hastily to the alley. Eyes wide with realization, he soon figured out where they would finish, maybe dead, if they went that way. ''Harbour?! Have you lost mind, we will be in the open!''
The mustached man smirked slightly, not concerned about the implications. ''That is what we are aiming for.''
We? So there are more? Before Felix could ask something, he had to stop unless he wanted to crash into the other man's behind. On the entrance to the port was another batch of soldiers waiting. Not the kind he was hoping for. ''Shit. Is your plan foreseen for this occasion?''
''Stall them.''
''What?'' Felix whispered in indignation.
''I just need a little longer. You were a general, no? Talk to them, buy us time...''
Oh boy. That was easier said than done. These were hardly to listen to him without him holding rank. Or having any leverage in the ploy. But if that's what it takes, then... ''Centurion Granius! There are more civilized ways of solving the matter! I assure, should you choose to lower weapons we might come to an agreement!''
It seemed to work, since at least it stopped the swoop of metal upon their hides. For now.
''Agreement? One of my men is dead! And you are discovered with his assassin!'' Granius shouted. He stood out from the crowd of soldiers by having red cape and more refined armour. Bigger salary from his rank to be thanked. ''What games are you playing here?! Do you take me for fool?!''
That's how it's going to be, huh? Sometimes, the truth can be as stated in a thousand ways, yet each can be true. If you are someone of note or prestige. Fortunately, he is such. ''Games? No, you mistake the entire purpose. Do you know of the reason for your purpose here? First is representing the firm hand of the Republic. And the second, I believe most know not of, to keep certain individual from ever taking another step at the soil of our motherland.''
It struck as odd as a good number of soldiers exchanged confused glances. Granius could feel their determination for following orders slipping. ''Enough! This man is of depraved mind! You will step away from that assassin and come with us to the Magistratus!''
Felix sighed and looked at his partner in crime for reassurance. This one couldn't be convinced. It was appointed by that man after all.
The foreigner clutched something between his fingers as it gave off a faint glow. ''Preparations complete.''
''Execute Granius' cohort. The ones behind, leave them alive.''
Instead of an answer, all he got was a sharp, long whistle. ''YESTA! ATAQUE FRONTAL!''
Never before has Felix seen something so, so... Wondrous. When the signal was given he merely felt a strange gush of wind that made him feel like he forgot to breathe, yet at the same time it didn't appear to last one lousy second. The large cohort fell to the ground, majority bleeding from their necks and some were headless. They just collapsed like puppets cut from strings, completely unaware of anything.
And in the center of all that was ... another person? Just where did it come from? It's like it simply materialized from thin air. Then how come no one even came to notice its presence as the sharp blade in its hands robbed them of life?
All Felix could see from his station was a mop of the brightest tawny hair he ever saw on someone. Frankly, he was at loss for words.
''Shocked, señor?'' Felix could only move his head in a mute 'yes'. ''I would be too, every time I see that. That chica is another league altogether. Glad she's on our side.''
Wait? She? A woman just slaughtered Bellatorian soldiers like it was nothing?!
''Oye, Kiko! Qué hago con ellos?! (Hey, Kiko! What do I do with them?!)'' The girl pointed her sword at the stunned guards behind the assassin and Felix.
''That's Lieutenant Casillas... Ah, forget it.'' It's not like it would mean in the long-run. In his peripheral, he saw the Bellatorian former general still watching on in trance-like state. Can't blame him. And the guys in the back now looked like a bunch of lost puppies. ''Well general, what's our next course of action?'' For the prologue to war has officially started.
I know, I know, I may have promised one chapter per month, but let's just face it; I was a lazy-ass this past weeks. Can't really fight it when I lack any motivation or inspiration for writing. However, I'm far from being over with writing. If it comes to that, you will all be dully noted.
Our band of ragtag heroes are finally out of Conlinia! Igneous faced first-hand what it means to make decisions on the field and not having enough time for any preps beforehand. And his powers? Find out in next chapter the scope of what he just did to those guys. Nasty way to die for sure.
Oh and the little bit of what happened on the end? Words speak for themselves, no? Reminds you of cliffhanger I bet.
Am I missing something? Hmm, no more commenting on Fairy Tail? Well, the original manga is over, so nothing more to add. If you really want to have a more profound and thorough discussion, there's a better way than this, right?
So, in all likelihood, that about sums it up.
Read, review, comment, PM if you want or feel inclined to, I wouldn't mind either way. And enjoy! Don't forget that part!
Axel's out for now! See ya soon, hopefully, good people!