"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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Arunas began to move on to her husband, who spoke to his father, among the tumbrel and horses left near the caves where they reached near the dark. She felt they were planning something, but she didn't like being left out of it.
"What do you think?" She approached the fire.
When Alb motioned for his wife to sit down with her eyes, she did as the young man asked without hesitation. At that moment, his old father was following them, was happy with the harmony between the two young people. Arranged marriages were not always so good.
"Alb has a different plan," the old man said, looking into his commander's eyes.
Actually, his plan was good in the long run, but in the short run, it could have caused a lot of loss.
"What?" Arunas grimaced, seeing the indecision in his father's eyes.
The slightest desperation Alb would see in Arunas' eyes would hurt him. So he lowered his eyes and muttered.
"The old can't stand it." Before her husband's sentence was finished, the young girl's eyes found her father.
But the old man spoke, looking into the eyes of his commander, son-in-law, who, after slamming his fist twice on his chest, focused his gaze on him.
The authority in his voice showed that the savage warrior, who was swinging a sword in the battlefields and battlefields of time. He was still in his heart, if not in his arms, and that he was trying to overflow his soul. "Old people," said the man; "They will choose to go to the land of their ancestors." His eyes found his daughter at that moment. And adding, "We'd rather die on the way than running from the Romans here like rats." Then he began to stir the fire with the stick he took in his hand.
He gave her daughter some time to digest his words.
"Let me make the preparations ," Arunas said. She placing a kiss on Alb's shoulder and standing up.
She couldn't suppress the bad feeling in her heart. They had wandered in these mountains for a long time. Of course without being caught by the Romans and without disasters. But she knew that this tranquility would definitely end one day. As a matter of fact, she doesn't like to leave these mountains; where she knows every stone, knows the climate and will not go hungry. She was saddened when he thought about how many people could die who could not stand the long journey. But both her husband and father were right. The Romans began to oppress them so much that they did not yet know about their clan. Any day, when they stumbled upon Roman troops somewhere, all hell would break loose.
But Arunas' biggest concern was how many Roman troops they would have to dodge on their way to their ancestral lands. For a long time, they didn't even know if there was life in Tavium. In fact, the city was under the Ancyra region, and they knew that the Ancyra region was in Roman hands, leaving nothing of their ancestors there. In that case, Tavium might as well have disappeared.
