"What does a slave do?"
While the story that started in the Black Sea Region continues on the Antonine Wall, there is a call for miracles from the lips...
From the beginning of history, a fairy tale from A.C. 140...
She was the last slave of the Ant...
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The young girl breathed the quiet air of the plateau. Her eyes followed the sun sinking on the horizon; and felt the coldness when the light fall. As she poured a momentary chill on her body, then she smiled because of the warmth behind her. She was at the foot of the immense mountains.
With the assurance of being away from the Roman cities, Arunas was even further nurtured by the warmth that had spread from her husband.
She had taken her name from her mother's ancestors. The rest of her father's ancestors was a medallion she never took from her neck. In the spirals is the representative of eternity. The medallion was a bullhead figure representing power and fertility.
It wasn't a small thing.
So she felt his physical weight constantly on top, which always reminded her of the power in her blood.
When she was little, she knew from her father's stories that they came from remote and deserted lands. Nobody knew the Romans at the time. According to her father, their people came with a great army to crush other great people of the time, people filled with evil just like the Romans. But then, some return to where they came from. Little clans like her clan settled down there and joined with the locals. Arunas turned to her husband and waving her red hair they came from her father. She got away from the tales and put a smile on her lips.
Young man; he was the warrior commander of the clan with his lengthy, strong muscles and strength. His duty was difficult and exhausting, as he brought responsibility. Alb's most important job was to keep the Roman soldiers away from the clan.
"Tomorrow we will move towards the mountains," he said while whispering his wife.
On the one hand, he kisses his neck, causing the young girl to stop breathing.
But Arunas' body was tense in his words. During that time, when the winter was about to begin, there could be only one reason they moved.
"They're coming, right?" The young girl's heart hit with fear. In the clan; each person could fight women or men, but the young girl was very afraid of the brutality of the Romans. "Alb, maybe we should stop running," her husband silenced her with a kiss.
Arunas was the daughter of the clan leader and her husband would rule over the clan when his father died. They had never needed such a system before. But they had met the Romans long before Arunas was born. For three generations, this was how they worked in the clan because they had barely escaped the Romans.
"Don't think about it ... Trust me," said Alb from his lips.
Then he muttered slyly as he pushed the young girl hard against the grass; "Or don't trust me."
The devilish grin spreading in the face of the young man caused the short but sensual laughter of Arunas to spread into the forest. At the same time, there was nothing left to wear on Alb.
