Marcus sat around a fire with four other men that he had met up with while following the Raiders. Two of them lost their wives as slaves to them, one lost his home, and the other lost his entire family when the Raiders slaughtered them.

Marcus' heart broke slightly at the stories as he imagined his Uncle trying to fight for his life against them, then he imagined Esca, all alone, what if the Raiders went to his home and took Esca as a slave? Or worse, what if they killed him and he never saw him again?

Marcus shook his head and picked at the deer meat on the spit, he didn't feel hungry at all tonight. He was more anxious to get to those bastards that killed his uncle, he would get revenge for his death one way or another.

He laid down on his makeshift bed and looked at the stars through the canopy of trees, at home Esca was probably looking at the same sky, wondering where he was or if he was safe. Marcus sighed and closed his eyes trying to get some sleep.

After tossing and turning he opened his eyes unable to sleep. It was so much harder without Esca laying beside him. To hear his breathing. To watch him sleep. Run his fingers through his hair. He missed him. After a lot of trouble Marcus was finally able to let exhaustion take him and he was able to fall asleep with dreams of Esca in his head.

Meanwhile Esca was looking at the stars from the courtyard playing with Marcus' ring. He sighed deeply and kissed it before going inside and laid in the empty bed. He snuggled into his pillow and curled up under the blanket.

"Marcus," he sighed softly and curled up. It was a while before he found himself dozing lightly his hand clutching a dagger. Sometime in the middle of the night he heard a loud crash in the house. He got up slowly and walked to the courtyard. He gasped when he saw the Raiders. He glared at them from behind a wall.

The time where he needs him and Marcus isn't here. He looked at them, Three of them were looking around the area. They must've been stragglers or they were sent to see if they missed anyone. He growled and went to sneak out the back until he was grabbed. He yelled out and was dragged in front of the two Raiders held by the third.

They stared at him, one grabbed his jaw and looked at him closely. They talked to themselves in what Esca knew to be Britanian. He looked up at them and growled lightly. When they stared back at them one punched him and he blacked out.

When he woke up he was on a horse his wrists tied up tightly. He was so sore from his face to his back. He looked ahead where he saw a village, their home. He looked around the surrounding area, mostly woods. He sighed and turned away. He wouldn't admit it but he was scared. He was far away from home, Marcus had no idea where he was, hell, he didn't know where Marcus was.

Looking around the village it was mostly very large huts. He looked in the distance and saw a large arena. It looked like the one he was at before Marcus saved him. He shuddered at the thoughts, he would do anything not to go there. However luck and fortune was not with him, they brought him to the dark entrance and threw him into a cage. An all to familiar place to Esca, a cage.

"Marcus, where are you?" he asked to the darkness. He gasped when he felt his chest. He sighed in relief when he found he still had the ring. He smiled and held it tightly. He would have to keep this safe from those Raiders. He kissed the ring and laid down in the corner.

In a short while his cell opened, hiding the ring he stood up and looked at the man that came in. His eyes widened at a familiar figure. "You, no you're dead," he whispered. The man chuckled and went up to Esca and held his jaw.

"So nice to see you too, Esca," he said smirking. "It's so nice to have you back to me," he chuckled.

Sorry for shortness I wasn't totally sure how to write this part. Read and Review I have cupcakes!