140AD - The Rise to Empress || [GxG] ||

Chapter 41

A very merry Christmas to every one & I know it's late but I hope everyone enjoyed the holiday. Also, A happy new year guys. I hope everyone propers this year, and everything just goes well. Furthermore, I hope everyone enjoys this piece. I spent quite a long time on it.

Here's the view I've had for the past week.

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A malevolent copious torrential rain blew over the Flavius farm, rustling not only the trees outside but also the thatch rooves of many buildings on the acres of land. The branches of trees bent and broke, pots blew from patios and smashed to pieces on the ground below.

Servants on the grounds ran around anxiously, trying to save what they can from the winds, but their attempts were rather fruitless. They were no match against the ruthless weather, and certainly no match against Zeus who rained his wrath down on the lands. Many believed that they were being punished ... for something. Something unknown.

Lexa on the other hand laid in her room on the second floor, absentmindedly staring out into the darkness of night, counting each and every lightning strike that flashes outside of her window. She couldn't sleep, it was too humid, and more than that, as foolish as it was, every loud crash of thunder raised chills on her skin.

She wouldn't call it fear, but it also wasn't not fear either. So that's where she leaves the thought. Lexa suspects the uneasy feelings stems from Egypt; on one of the few nights when the war horn was sounded. She remembers one gibbous moon in particular where the horn sounded, barely audible above the fall of the heavy raindrops and strikes of thunder.

Lexa had sprinted out of the tent she shared with Elena that evening, gazing throughout the darkness as the camp was only lit by fire pits that were protected from the heavy rains. Her hair quickly matted to her head, and soon enough to her loose armour as well. The General wasn't sure why the horn was being sounded, let alone which one in camp was being blown into.

Yet even at these outrageous hours of the night, or perhaps even morning, Lexa was ready to take on whatever battle may come. Once she reaches the area where the loud noise echoed from, the piece of the camp was already mostly empty, only a few stragglers remaining. Men had already stormed up the small bank, taking the attack to the aggressors directly.

She followed up the hill behind them, quickly blowing the whistle that hung around her neck. "Formation!" She bellows before blowing the whistle again. "I said form your formation!" The soldiers scrambled around, struggling to find their footing while simultaneously trying to fight off the savages.

Once they formed a half-decent line of men, and the shields covered the entirety of the front line, Lexa blew the whistle again. "Forward!" The princeps thrusted their spears through the small openings on the sides of the shields. One after the other barbarians dropped like flies into the sludge of mud and blood, occasionally impaling themselves on a stray spear once they became overzealous.