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Far from Home Chapter 2

 Far from Home Chapter 2

After some time, and within the city of Vale, and in a police sector of the city, we see the Centurion, stripped of his armor, hands bound to one another to prevent him from rustling harm as the Centurion grunts from the restraintsHe shouts curses at that beyond the iron door as he was thrown in what seemed to be a prison area as he got up and banged his head against and bound hands against the stone-like material.Soon enough, his energy was spent as he retreated to the bed, which, admittedly and rather strangely was soft, something unfit for a slave and prisoner, but he did not complain, it was better than sleeping on the grass as he tisks from the lack of his supplies and materials.Cursing at the savages for locking him up, he sags on the bed, looking up to the flameless light, which shined an incandescent white light as he turned his head to the side.All he did was simply fight off those fight those wolves and them asking something, and all he asked was help, this really is another land from the Roman Empire, can be something far from the oceans, especially that damnable ruin he passed through.However, when he came across the city, he was astounded by the architecture as well as how the guards treated him, overall, a brawl occurred and he was incarcerated.Though, the most intriguing thing he had ever seen on another man: Whenever he slashed his sword over their seemingly unarmored bodies, he found that his sword failed to make a hit and thus was seemed to be blocked by a shimmer of light, as if it were protecting them.He continued to ponder on this revelation....Was it a blessing of their gods? A devious display of foul magics? Or something within these people that made them special?So many questions pestered his mind as he soon shoved them aside and resigned himself to rest, preferring to sleep while he could, if he could speak their tongue or read their written tongue, then he would be able to find some way to understand this and perhaps, once Lord Caesar was on the Throne by the time he came back, he could offer these people to him, allowing their power to be used for the good of the new republic! Yes, that would be a sight to behold.The barbarians from the Britons and those from Germania would tremble before Roman Legionaries being blessed by Mars himself!This would be good...but for now, sleep is needed. ______________________________________________________________________________

Hours had passed as his hands were released by one of them, though instead seemed to install a chain over his left leg as the man in front of him left behind a tray carrying bread and what seemed to be something made of meat as well as a simple glass of water.While not much for his pride as a Centurion himself, is more than enough and cannot be complained, lest his stomach continued to cry out in agony as the man awkwardly got up and brought the plate to his bed and slowly used the utensils to eat the food available.He sliced into the meat and took a portion as he slowly nods. Whilst dry, was similar to salted fish as he nods whilst eating the meat available to him."Non Malus (Not bad)..." He says as he chewed on the meat after taking a bite, ate the bread which to his surprised was softer than the ones back in Rome.Incredible! He thought to himself as he sipped on the strangely shaped glass-like goblet as he sipped his water and continued to eat his meal as his thoughts ran wild.He pondered on the various aspects of what they had available and compared them to the Romans, how to his pride, found this land to be something familiar yet so alien to him.Moreso this flameless light above him! He glanced upwards for a few moments to peek at the bulbous container holding the light on him as he squinted his eyes and soon closed them once done, soothing the pain from looking at them too much.Then he pondered what he should do, they have him chained, no way for him to be released unless those guards felt like it, or wished to beat him up even. And the Centurion had no way out, that only solidified given their various chains, ones for his feet and ones for his arms, can't quite escape properly if your limbs are bound together.He tisks at his predicament as he tore off a piece of bread and snacked on it.Time passed as his meal was finished as he gulped down the liquid as he let out a somewhat content sigh.One thing he can commend about this place is that he can't go here, even if the quality of food is quite similar to the Roman armies.He began to ponder on his predicament and soon noticed a guard come up to him."Quid vis? Dice mihi!" The Centurion demanded off the guard, who simply opened his cell and, as the one entered, one secured the entrance."You have a visitor here!" the man shouts as whilst it was confusing, he figured he'll go where they want him.Though it will be irony should they want him as a slave."Optime." The Centurion says as he was soon released and had the binds on his wrists again, tighter than a ropes as he was escorted off his cell.

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The Centurion was escorted somewhere more fancy and more Roman to both his pleasure and concern. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead and as he eyed the similarities, and began to wonder if their civiliazations happened to meet? No, if they did, tales of those black wolves would have spread by now.And when they came to a stop and a guard opened two doors and was promptly shoved into the room by the lead guard."Barbarus." The Centurion tisks as he spits on the floor and was shoved onto a chair behind a table of unknown make.Silence emerged and soon enough, a man in green clothes, both light and dark shades of it, like those of the forests entered, what seemed to be a man in his 30s or 50s perhaps? Not easy to tell, though his grey hair is a good sign of age. The man seemed to carry an iron stick and used it in conjunction with his pace.An aid for walking perhaps, ah, he'll figure it out soon enough. "Now aren't you an interesting one." He says in that strange tongue of theirs, that proved to be quite confusing to determine, yet a few of the letters and how this old man said them seemed to be similar to what he knew as Latin.The Centurion listened to the man who sat down on the opposing chair as he nods."Hmm, strange that you attacked the wall guards after they saw you fight off a Beowulf, and interestingly had no Aura or any of our technology." The man comments once again as the Centurion raised an eyebrow at him."...You do not understand our language do you?" the old man asks as the Centurion nods as he sighs."Non ego facio." The Centurion says as he looked around the area, and figured that if this man is somehow the sage of this town, especially with the forest-colored clothes."Et ubi tela mea et arma posuisti? (And where have you put my armor and weapons?)" The Centurion asks as the old man leaned forward on the table."Hmmm, I'm afraid I do not understand your language, is familiar to Common..." The old man ponders out loud.'Hmm, interesting fellow' the old man thought to himself."Young man." The old man starts as he fixed up his sleeve, but was interrupted by the Centurion and his confused face."Huh? Quid Decis?" The Centurion asks, in his tongue and to the confusionAnd with the two men confused at one another, they sigh at the possible long day that this will be.

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