A Gladius, A Crown and A Broken Empire (Reichpol) [Hiatus]

In the heart of Rome

Poland's POV

A few weeks had passed and the car hadn't reached its destiny.

It was weird for Poland. He knew the Roman Empire was big but seeing the landscape changing with the pass of the days made him realize how powerful it really was. It almost made him feel sad, to know that his people had believed they could defeat this gigantic empire. Now he knew why the roman soldiers had laughed, it had been a game for them.

He sighed before feeling the car stopping suddenly.

The merchant was probably going to rest in this town and it was his moment to steal some food and rest too. He got out, hiding in the shadows and approaching a little bakery.

He reminded himself that he needed to do this if he wanted to survive before entering the place.

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He was woken up by some noises outside of the car. He stretched his limbs and yawned, peeking outside.

A buzzing town welcomed him, tall buildings made of wood were scattered around the streets, colors and noises filling the air as he wondered the city with his eyes.

He had heard about this from his previous master, they were called insulae or something like that. He watched everything in amazement, gasping slightly when the car stopped close to a enormous sculpture.

This was the Colossus, a god-like sculpture of a past Emperor who believed he was an actual god. Now he knew the reason for the name,it was immense, but if this was that Colossus... He had to be in Rome, the center of the Empire.

He was interrupted when he saw a pair of armed men walking towards him. They were going to check the car. He looked around trying to find a way out, but there was just one entrance. He took his stuff, breathing in and getting ready to run.

As soon as they approached he burst out, hearing the screaming of the men.

"Hey! Come back here!"

He ran as fast as he could, hiding his face with the hood of the paenula and trying to lose them in the maze-like streets, but soon he found himself in a dead end.

He turned around, some people were looking at him as the soldiers or guards took their swords out.

He got in a fighting position. He knew if they found out about him being a run away slave, they would contact his master and punish him. A fatal punishment.

He hadn't scaped death just to be killed here.

"Identify yourself and your position, stranger. What were you doing in that car? Where do you come from?"

He stayed silent, knowing perfectly that his accent would make obvious that he wasn't a Roman citizen.

"So be it, you'll come with us" said one of them raising his sword.

Poland opened his empty bag, running towards the talking man and quickly dodging the sword, getting behind him and putting the bag on his head, closing it and choking him.

The second man tried to attack but he put the other in front of him, a human shield that made the other stop dead on his tracks.
The first one released his sword, driven by his instincts to use his own hands to free himself. Poland was quick to take it and push him to the second man, making both of them stumble while he ran away.

He looked in front of him just to realize there were more guards, probably called by the people.

His grip on the sword hardened and he continued to run, quickly hurting the new group in non lethal parts.  He evaded them fastly, getting behind them and attacking with precision, adrenaline making him see everything clearer.