Hi! (original AN, no?)
We swam around for a bit, cleansing ourselves in first hot then cold water. Finally, yawning my cousin and I got out and put on some clean clothes.
"Come on, Helen, training, no getting out of it this time." August said, glaring at me.
"Please no!" I screamed dramatically as she dragged me from the changing room. By my hair, I might add. Bloody Romans.
We arrived at the training arena quite quickly (whoever invented speed marching plainly didn't have short, stubby legs like me) Thinking quickly I seized onto my only hope of escaping the torture that was sword training, quickly I latched myself onto one of the pillars outside the training arena, refusing to go any further.
August, tired of pulling me, called over her shoulder "Marcus, Julius, she's having another temper tantrum."
"Am not!" I screamed over my shoulder, my grip on the pillar tightening.
Almost instantly two heavily muscled arms grabbed me around the waist and yanked me from the column. "Marcus, you are the worst friend in the world" I growled as he set me down, I glaring up at him. I did my best to look intimidating, but me being 5'7 and him 6'2 it only looked comical.
"Come on short stuff." He said, throwing me an imperial gold gladius.
I caught the short sword with distaste, throwing the three soldiers looks of complete and utter disgust.
"Whose turn is it today?" asked my cousin Julius, smirking. You see the three of them each take turns attempting (usually unsuccessfully) to teach me the basics of sword fighting.
"I'll do it." Said Marcus, smiling sheepishly, as the twins snickered, as if they knew a secret. They were weird like that sometimes. I think its twin telepathy.
"Helen, how many times do I have to tell you that when you're trying to sword fight you should keep the sword in your hands. You do not drop it and run away screaming 'there's a psychopathic killer on the loose'." said Marcus, his chocolate eyes twinkling, as he ran a calloused hand through his black hair.
"Where's the fun in that?" I complained "besides, running is the only thing I can beat you at, I need to do it sometimes." I continued, punching him playfully in the shoulder.
"Yes, yes, we all know you're an okay runner, however, that does not mean you have to use everything as an opportunity to practice."
"Whatever, superboy." I said laughing as Julius and August trotted over to us, identical grins on their round, olive skinned faces.
"So, watcha wanna do?" I asked my only friends.
"I thought we could go to the movies in New Rome." August replied, tying up her auburn hair.
"Awesome, so long as we don't have to watch Gladiator, for the fifth time in a row." I said, relieving myself of my armor, and chucking it unceremoniously into the shed we were walking past.
The cinema (or amphitheater) in New Rome, was a huge stone affair, reminiscent of the Coliseum in old Rome, except not as big.
"I say we watch Gladiator." said Marcus, August and Julius simultaneously.
"Oh come on, we've watched that a hundred times, lets watch 300, it looks so awesome!" I said, jumping up and down "Come on, you agree don't you Marcus?" I said, grabbing his arm, and giving him my infamous puppy dog eyes.
"Um...yeah, let's watch that." he said sheepishly as I fist pumped in victory.
Sprinting off to get army issue popcorn I heard Julius tell Marcus, "If she starts kicking people in the chest, screaming 'This is Sparta' I will kill you."
What the hell does that mean? I wondered to myself, inhaling popcorn and soda.
That movie was probably the most epic thing I have ever seen; rage, intense battle scenes, armies which used real weapons and armor, not pussyish short swords and huge-ass shields, and most importantly people getting kicked into bottomless holes. Although some of the effects were admittedly a bit disturbing. I was definitely gonna have awesome, scary dreams tonight, I thought gleefully, as we walked out the theatre doors.
"What are we gonna do now?" whined August and Julius.
"Why don't we get a snack, I'm famished.' Said Marcus, rubbing his stomach. I swear, that boy is like a bottomless pit.
Suddenly a brilliant plan sprang to my mind, a plan so amazing in its total epicness that it made me want to laugh evilly.
"No." I replied loudly.
"Why not?" groaned the son of Mars.
"Because" I said, slowly turning to face him "THIS IS SPARTA!" I screamed, kicking him with all of my might in his chest. Okay, technically his leg, because I couldn't reach his chest, and somehow I don't think he'd appreciate being kicked in the groin…
The annoying part was he didn't even flinch.
"You know, you could have the manners to at least look hurt." I said peevishly to my laughing friend.
"You are so pathetic." All three said in unison, clutching their sides with laughter.
"Whatever." I said as I began to bound off into the night "Night Guys"
"Its seven o'clock." August stated confused.
"I'm still tired though." I shot back, as I entered my barracks.
Sighing I threw myself onto the bed yawning, curling up under the covers, still wearing my sweatpants and shirt.
"Night already?" inquired a soft voice from behind me.
"Oh yeah, all that training, ya know." I said to my centurion, Gwen.
"You haven't picked up a sword in two weeks." she said, arching her eyebrows.
"I'll have you know." I said, pouting, as my head hit the pillow. "that I trained for a good hour today, and that the sword was in my hands for at least ten minutes, thank you, come again."
"Don't forget we have war games tomorrow. And this time, I don't want you to run, scream, or sing. Is that perfectly understood?"
"Okay, okay, non torsil subligarium." I replied, a smile gracing my lips. You see, I may not be able to speak latin, but I had taken great care in mesmerized almost all the swear words or funny sayings that I could, this particular one meaning 'don't get your knickers in a twist'.
"I'll get my knickers in a twist if I please." Said Gwen as she laughed and waved me off to sleep.
Even though it was only seven fifteen, I knew I would need my sleep if I planned on waking up early in the morning like I usually did, so I snuggled into my not-so-very-fluffy pillow and, despite the cacophony, I succumbed to sleep within seconds.
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