The extended version of this is going to be posted in a little bit. Please go read it :)
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Rome gazed longingly at the vast wasteland that was ripe for the picking… just as soon as his army caught up. However, as he was only a fledging nation, his people could only send a small scouting party with him, but they were taking too long! With a grin that could only described as devilish behind him at the flagging men he nimbly leapt down the narrow path that wound downwards… or at least he tried to. Hindered by his heavy armour that his boss insisted he wear he slipped and plummeted downwards, slipping gracefully into an all-encompassing darkness.
He was awoken by a guttural voice far above him. Dim recollection stirred in his head that this was a barbarian, but it hurt too much to think. Whimpering he pressed his head further into the soft fur beneath him. Wait, what? Brown eyes flashed open and focused on the angel that stood over him, who upon noticing that he was awake pressed a stone spear to his bare throat.
"Who you?" came the disjointed Latin, "Why you here? My land! Mine!"
Rome could only gape at this fierce warrior as they let out a frustrated snarl and roughly yanked him up and began to pull him back towards the mountain path he had fell down from the tiny shelter that the strange savage had constructed out of a tree.
"Go! You go! I no kill you. You take this!"
A small delicately crafted golden ring was pressed into his hand and a fist collided with his face.
…Five gold rings.