Alabaster thought that he was not prepared for Roman life. The soldier life. His father always said that he was not ready for it. But he was more than ready. He'd only been here for a few weeks and trained and sparred with his First Cohort mates and he realised that this was the life. He was only six and in the Legion for fourteen days but he was beating people twice, thrice, three times his age and more. His Centurion, Amelia call him a machine that never tires. His fellow legionnaires call him Intemerata Romanus. The untouchable Roman.

He quite liked the name.

"Torrington!" He ceased his drills and spun, his training blade's tip pointed to the floor as he saluted the familiar but harsh tone of another of his Centurions, Cole Peters.

Cole was a stern eighteen-year-old boy, with short brown hair and wrathful purple eyes that made him wonder if he left his sword on the floor and Cole tripped on it again. His face always held a scold, as if the very idea of checking up on his cohort or anyone that wasn't Amelia Roberts, the First's second centurion. It was awkward, watching them fumble around, as they reminded him of his parents. Skirting around the topic while not at the same time.

"Come, you're missing out on the Trials," Alabaster blinked and after dropping the blade in the rackets he followed his commander. "We got a demigod?"

"Two," Cole grunted out as they made their way towards the pavilion. "Came with goddesses too. Blessed children why are,"

"How old?" Cole looked at him and scoffed. "Just fall in you'll find out," Alabaster wondered about his foul temper. His blade tripping Cole wasn't his fault. It was happenstance.

He got in line, the whispers of "training again?" and "Late as always," slapping a smile on his face before he straightened. All chattering ceased as two children from the pavilion stepped towards them, the Mother of Rome, with her wild but beautiful redhair and a modest purple and gold dress with a laurel on her head and the Queen of the Gods, with a white dress with a gold sash on it, her brown hair and blue eyes cutting a striking figure. With the Mother of Rome slightly trailing behind Lady Juno, the Legion knelt as one, their knees touching Terra's soft body.

"Rise, loyal servants of Rome," came a harsh female voice and they slowly rose, before breaking ranks and circling the two goddesses. Whispers broke out.

"One I can understand, but two? Something is going on," A legionnaire beside him whispered and his friend nodded. "Something big must have happened because there is no way two goddesses would just meet up and come here with two children,"

"We were going to explain our presence here but you seem content with speculating instead of listening," Lupa barked. "Be silent lest my pack and I take a more active role in training the legion," The cohort's murmurs stopped, and though they dare not turn their backs on a goddess, or heavens two all glanced at the two who spoke the loudest. They gulped. Juno gestured and the blond child stepped forward with little to no hesitation.

"This is Jason Grace, my chosen and the son of my Husband and King. He is to join the Legion and my word is his recommendation," The praetors nodded and watched as she handed the pipsqueak a coin. "When in danger, flip it," She told him as she glowed, her magical aura condensing before it went supernova. He closed his eyes and felt a bout of dizziness before it faded.

"You heard her," Lupa told them. "So do as she says," She rested her hand on the other child and looked at him, who looked back at her and nodded, a warm smile on his pale face.

"This," She started, her voice much rougher and harsher than before, as if she expected someone to interrupt her. "Is Hadrian Corpus, my son," The boy looked nothing like her, with her eyes a harsh yellow and his a cool emerald green. Her hair was red and his a messy black. His face was well sculpted, like her own and his lips a healthy pink and sported a scrunched appearance unlike her's which held a distasteful scowl on it. "He will gain no recommendations from me, as he wanted, but he must have a probation period. That," She said as she looked at his face and touched his mouth, silencing him. "Is non-negotiable,"

She turned to the praetors. "Have your war games," She told them as her form twisted and before they stood a wolf that towered over them. "Farewell," With a howl that shook the earth, and had a few legionnaires on the floor she bounded away.

"Well," said the male praetor. "That happened,"

"Alex," started his partner as she rubbed her head. "The centurions would be clamouring for them. The son of Lupa? The Mother of Rome's child? It'll be the biggest flex of the decade, nevermind she was to be a virgin goddess," Alex chuckled. "Figured that out, and you a plan in mind. Let's hear it,"

"War games first, then the selection," Alex nodded as he faced the steadily rising legion.

"Attention!" He roared and those that sat on the floor scrambled to their feet. "War games start in," He checked his watch. "One hour. As of now Jason Grace and Hadrian Corpus will fight on the Fourth and Fifth,"

"I guess the Forth and Fifth really need children to win war games now huh," One jeered. Alex found the jiber and he jumped. "We never had that behaviour and we will never tolerate it. We are a Legion. United we stand, divided we fall," He looked down, suitably chastised.

"See me for your punishment," Alex's partner told him and he nodded, his body getting smaller and smaller. "Well?" She asked when none moved. "Get ready for the games,"

POV Change

"Aren't you a curious one," It mused as the hounds tear into what was left of her. "Wreath in chaos yet blind to its uses. Mistress would be disappointed. With a wave of its hand, her body sunk into the floor and a carcass filled its place. The hounds were none the wiser and continued to tear into it.

It touched the earth, and her body, rose from it, some chunks of flesh missing and her clothes covered with blood. It sniffled.

"None have the aptitude for chaos like you," It said as its hand, black and thin as if its hand was scorched bone touched her. "Granted you are my mistress' child," A gasp escaped her throat as her wounds healed, dark intricate makings where the wounds were. She looked at her saviour, draped in a grey cloak that covered its entire body as it leaned on a scythe.

"Come," it beckoned. "The wolves will find out of my trickery soon. We must depart now, lest their patron realizes," It extended its arm and she looked on, a bewildered and pained expression on her young face.

"Do you want to live or not?"It questioned, its tone changing and she took its hand and disappeared with it.

It was content with the fact that its mistress' last child was still alive.

But it will be happier when she can defend herself.

"Welcome to mine home," It rasped as she looked around, seeing without eyes.

"It's so confusing, all these lights, all these colours" She murmured and it floated forward. "You're confusing too," It chuckled.

"I must be." It told her as she walked beside it. "An emissary of chaos cannot be monochrome,"

"An emissary of chaos?" She wondered aloud before she stared at it, with no eyes. "My mother's servant,"

"Clever girl," it praised. "Now it is time for you to learn something besides chaos enhancement and lightning. Are you ready?" She nodded, and it swiftly embedded its scythe into her chest.

POV Change

You have rested in some furs!

You have been fully healed!

I rolled out of the furs, the crackling fires the only sound I can comprehend as I blearily got up, and dusted away the dirt on myself. Dorrin sat, his eyes on his blade as he sharpened it. "Have you rested enough, human?" He questioned, and I nodded. He grunted. "Wanda, he's all yours," I blinked as something warm touched my hand. I was pulled and my eyes met brown, chocolate brown eyes as she raised my hand to touch her cheek. She gasped, and I blinked, as her hand cupped my cheek.

"You're real," she breathed as her eyes moistened. "You're real," she said, as drops of tears ran down her face. She brought me into her comfort zone and I stiffened, her chin resting on my shoulder as it got damp.

"I thought I was the only one, left," She said and my arms went to wrap around her when Dorrin suddenly stood behind her, his blade slapping my hands away, as he scowled and shook his head. My hands limply fell to my sides as I gave him a look that had him raising his eyebrow. Wanda sniffled, as we parted.

"We must depart. The Rotten will be upon us soon," Dorrin uttered as the flames died out. Wanda nodded and with a wave of her hand, the furs disappeared. I wondered where they went before Dorrin commented, "You're getting better," She nodded, a determined look on her face. "I have to."

Dorrin looked at me as he sheathed his blade. "Can you keep up?" I nodded, checking my status. Full health. "I could," He looked as if he didn't believe me but he nodded all the same. A snarl that felt more like a cry for help broke through the snow-filled clearing and Wanda and Dorrin moved. With nary a glance at the source, I followed, easily keeping up with them. Dorrin noticed and nodded in something. They jumped into the trees and I followed, my chakra decreasing slightly as I utilised it for the jump.

"Keep off the big ones," Dorrin told me as we jumped. "They break easily, and don't look down," I nodded and glanced downwards to see blue zombies chasing after us in a horde-like manner. I thought it terrifying, as one leapt into the air and grabbed a big branch. It snapped and it fell back into the horde, only to never be seen again.

"Kid!" I turned and pain exploded from my nose as I slowly fell, the wind a furious scream as I descended. I slammed into a zombie, and the snow. Snarls and grows ceased as I got up. The zombie crowd all stared at me, suddenly docile as I rose to my feet in confusion. I reached out and touched one, and his life flashed before me.

His name was Boris. He was a farmer once, with a wife named Alice and one child. He met her on the beach, with the sun setting and the sand wet with her tears, hair tied up in a bun whilst her white gown in tatters, a pool of blood tainting the bottom of the dress and a knife in her hand as she raised it to her neck. He saved her. Avenged her, married her and had a child who was named Nagor. They'd often go to the sea and fish at noon, where they'd watch the sun go down. He'd watch her as her brown skin glowed in the cool sea breeze and sunlight, her hair billowing in the wind as she tickled their child.

They were on their way to the sea when they were attacked. He knew nothing of what happened to his child, only that the Winter King stabbed him with a knife that his hand that was colder than the sea when a shark pulled him in it. After that, he was a slave to his body and his master.

He did not deserve this.

I gasped, as my hand went through his body, an inexplainable feeling of my chest being burnt as he faded away, a happy smile on his face. Ashes dropped at my feet and the Zombies surged, their cold hands grabbing my arms and placing them on their chests.

One was a hunter of renown. The Master of the bow, Salvin. He was zombified by saving his family from the Winter King himself. He watched in his body as the Winter King killed them and gave their carcasses to the werewolves.

One was a housewife that fled from her abusive and cannibalistic husband after she freed a girl from his hunger. They met the Winter King and he brought them back to her husband, had a werewolf bite him and watched as her husband punished her and ate the girl. She too was stabbed by a knife colder than ice.

These memories were painful to watch, as it felt as if I was the person, but the stabbing was even more painful because it felt unnatural. As I lay on the floor, my vision blurred as someone scooped me up a notification popped up.

You have freed three hundred zombies!

+1200 EXP

You have levelled up!

You can now select a different class!

"You," I heard someone say. "Are going to change the tides of this war,"

POV Change cuz I'm a douche.

Alabaster rushed in, his blade a blur as it deflected a thrust. He rewarded his opponent with a shield bash and stepped closer to the forte, trails of bodies left in his wake as he took the stairs to the flag. He raised his shield, a sword glancing off of it just in time. He trusted forward and was surprised to have his hand diverted, the clash of blades familiar to him as he stepped back and assessed the situation.

Hadrian and Jason stood before him, clothed in armour. "Nice deflection," Alabaster commented as he got into his stance, his legs tensed and ready to spring. "But can you keep it up?" He lunged with a cry, his sword arm outstretched and shield covering his chest. Jason lunged at him and they met in a shower of sparks, both exerting pressure to force the other back. Hadrian raised his arms, and a black bow and quiver of arrows appeared. He grabbed the bow and quiver and notched an arrow.

"Move," He said in Latin and they disengaged. Alabaster batted the arrow aside and tensed Jason's blade stabbing into his shield with audible clangs before he stepped up the stairs, forcing them back with his experience and strength. He saw the flag, and the dozens of legionnaires ceasing their battle and staring. He inhaled, subtly enhancing himself before he launched himself at them.

It was frustrating fighting them. Whenever Jason ducked, he had to deflect an arrow. Whenever he had Jason on the ropes, Hadrian would step into his guard, a black blade whistling at his neck and forcing him to retreat lest he dies from a training simulation. Whenever he turned his attention to Hadrian, Jason would be attempting to flank him from his sword's side, stopping him from attacking. He deflected a stab from Jason and bashed him with his shield, once in the head, and the other with the edge of his shield going into Jason's stomach. Jason doubled over, and he made to jab in his knee to stop the nuisance but Hadrian stepped forward, his black blade deflecting his and his bow swinging at his face. He raised his shield and stumbled back as the bow smacked at his knee.

Hadrian's blade flashed and Alabaster found himself without a sword. He raised his shield and grunted at the force, it carried him over and off the forte-

He slammed into the ground with a cry and tumbled, glad that the forte was built on a hill as his shield cut a small line in the earth. Hadrian came up soon after, fist swinging wildly as he stepped back. He raised his shield after he slammed into a legionnaires shield and he grunted as he felt the weightlessness of flying, the shield gone from his arm as he slammed into the ground. He got up soon enough to catch his shield in his cheek and receive an uppercut from it. He groaned as he was sent sprawling into the dirt. He rolled to the side just as his shield embedded itself into the earth and stumbled to his feet, head spinning as he caught two more blows to the face.

He stepped back and raised his arms just for Hadrian's fist to punch into them. Alabaster grunted, before swinging at him. Hadrian ducked and his arms snaked around him before the almost familiar feeling of weightlessness assaulted him again. He was reacquainted with the earth's hard uncaring soil before he quickly departed, dodged a punch and landed his first blow to Hadrian. Alabaster's body tackled him to the ground, near his shiled as he stumbled back and after positioning himself on top of him, rained a series of blows and punches on Hadrian's forearms.

Sweat came down Alabaster's cheek as he broke through Hadrian's guard, his punches now striking his face. He mumbled something as attempted a punch, but his fist was not clenched so he batted it aside and with his hand trapped it and continued the massacre. Another halfhearted fist caught him in the chest and with a snarl, he landed a heavy blow on Hadrian's face that hand him coughing, grabbed his shield and raised it high. Hadrian's arms raised to cover his face and Alabaster could hear the shield wall breaking as someone stepped forward to stop it.

Alabaster's shield was descending to Hadrian's unprotected face before he was body tackled away from Hadrian, the purple and gold flag of his cohort for him to see before Jason smashed his fist into his jaw. The horn blew and sounded the end of the war game, and Alabaster found himself trading blows against The son of Jupiter before Cole dragged him away.

Cole flung him into the tray of training swords. "Calm yourself," He ordered. Alabaster inhaled and exhaled deeply before he was on the ground gasping.

"You know why I did that?" Cole man sneered as he looked at him. "I did that because since the day you came you never fought like a legionnaire, like a soldier but like an individual. You fight by yourself, steal the glory of your fellow men as if you won us the war. You took an opportunity and won. And what of the buys that fought for that opportunity? You give them no thanks. What happened here was a long time coming to you, Torrington. You fought like an individual and you fell like an individual, just like your father," Alabaster shot up, fist swinging as he screamed "You know nothing of my father.," Cole man kneed in him the stomach and gripping Alabaster's hair he looked at him.

"I know more of your father than you ever did!" He roared. "My father served with him, bled with him, and died for the same cause yours abandoned. I know that when your father killed Lamia, he slept with her and killed her in her sleep! He was a disgrace of a Centurion, a Praetor, of a child of Jupiter! He slaughtered greek children, butchered his men by bringing them into fights they can't win and abandoning them, made deals with Roman enemies behind his Praetors' backs and burned people in ships after the treaty was signed!" His finger poked into Alabaster's chest.

"And I know of you!" his heart sank. "I know there were three children of Julius Torrington. I knew you abandoned one near your ruins, how you left your sister to die because of recommendations!" He screamed, and Alabaster turned to see the Legion and his cohort staring at the commotion, some gasping and whispering about what was said. He started to tap Cole but he was not listening. "You were a disgrace of a Roman before you even joined the Legion!" cole punched him, and he fell to the floor. Heart beating rapidly, he watched as Cole stalked away, watched as his fellow Romans, his friends, turned his back on him.

He collapsed to the floor and cried.

A/N

MUAHAHHAHAHAH

Tell me how you like this way of writing cuz ion think I'm gonna change it. LOL

Anyways reviews

"Damion Hollow Sounds good and it has a lot of meanings that seem to mesh with this Mc."

-Laplase

Hummmmmm... hmmmmmmmmm...

"Great fic looking forward to the cannon arcs and how powerful he will be if with losses"

-Aruz Uchiha

Same bro same cuz like it's getting agonizing writing this grind arc and not actually getting into the canon. All my stories never get to the canon and I think that's my curse.

"Holy shit stop with the status screens it takes up 65% of the chapters"

-herohero21

Ayo buddy...that was the point of me writing a gamer fanfiction; me just plopping filler-type shit on your screen so you can read it and I can reach about 40,000 words MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Stay safe tho

"you know what i hope you get writers block for the next 12 fics you decide to right for killing off diana"

-shypunk

Ayeee look, I kinda implied her and killed the implication. Are you happy?

"Kinda bullshit everybody else gets those stat bonuses upon "leveling up" as well. Makes like 0 sense but whatever"

-moose3333

So you're saying you don't work out to get stronger, exercise to build stamina and stuff. got it. You're not from my universe mate. Come on mate with every age you get stronger and can do more stuff and me giving the NPCs that levelling up bonus is me taking that into account. Fuck no one stays stagnate the more you eat and do not exercise the more unhealthy you get the less stamina you have. What are you fucking stupid? Anyways as I said before THIS IS MY FANFIC AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT, LIKE KILL DIANA AND MAKE THE MC SUFFER MUAHAHAHAHAH.

Anyways shout out to my boy Death Fury he's the most consistent reviewer so far.

Taking out my anger on my reviewers because in real life I can't at peoples cuz I'm too shy anyways stay safe

Avoid having a wack relationship with yo boy especially if you know you just do it cuz u can.

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