“So you wish to start a war on two fronts?” Zachary smiles sat at his war table,
“Do you believe we cannot fight one?” Nero laughs in a horrified way,
“Legatus, her imperial majesty with all of her grace will destroy you.” Zachary laughs at this man we call Germanicus. Five men on his war council, six including myself: Gaius Uin, Nero Ceaso, Germanicus Helge, Augustus Alexander and Claudius Tiberius. These men try to guide the tyrannical mind of my half brother, but only I shall be able to teach him in better ways.
“Germanicus, do not hassle the legatus with your worries from a distant land, if he believes that the legions he has been gifted by the empress both the XV and the XXII, I assure you we can destroy the Druids or make them kneel, then we can regain back our independence from the empire.” The men look at each other and then to myself and Zachary. The war council is stood around the table whilst Zachary sits upon a throne behind it dressed in a regal version of the legionnaires armour.
“With both the XV and the XXII we have forty thousand men, with the defecting Druids that adds another thousand or so… we can make more fight for us as well.”
“I hope you know that the empress triples that, her lands and power run deep.” I stand firmly and watch my brother calmly look up to Gaius with his odd goatee and bald head, his nose crooked and face pox scarred.
“Gaius, if we have to fight for our lands back from the empire and release the grip upon The Maderms then I will fight and with the help of my brother we will take back what is ours.” They look to me,
“I you want a war… then you’ve got one brother.”
“Centurion Arkness… I give you command of your own squad of eight men, I will give you assignments and you will carry them out, you will deliver King Oswald to the loving embrace of Hades and send his daughter down with him… I hear they’re giving her a wedding with one of the local tribe’s chief… what’s his name?” Nero looks at Zachary,
“The man’s name is Prasutagus; do you plan on defiling a wedding?” Zachary smirks, a proud smirk and looks at me, those eyes are pure cockiness. The king stands up and walks around the table somewhat laughing,
“I do not plan on doing so… but if I know my brother, he will have a little surprise for the bastards.” They all look at me, they are in some disgust not knowing who or what I am,
“You tell me the dates and I’ll destroy their festivities… leaving their morale pummelled into the depths of Pluto’s realm.” The war council do not look pleased, their eyes and posture all show anger towards me,
“I’d like you to consider this Legatus…”
“Silence!” He bellows, “I will hear no more… Avenji, I wish to speak to you after these men have left.” He ushers them to leave and they do, all muttering towards each other. I stand and wait for Zachary to speak, but he stares at me for a time and moves back around the table to sit upon his makeshift throne.
“Have you actually sat upon your throne?” He looks at me and crosses his fingers together resting his elbows upon the war table; the little pieces move slightly, wobbling but not falling.
“I have… I’ve also planted the seed of Reotheon in the womb of the queen… the queen’s daughter and I get along well, but you see after you cut the head off of the last king, I was taken aside for you know… my mother being of royal blood… I was told to become the king, or Legatus as the empire will have me known as and all I wanted was to have my brother… but then again, I searched for four fucking years to even talk to you, I employed some bastard goblin to track you, who you and Feredir killed… I worked for the king’s guard and look what happened there… you, now you cannot do anything other than listen to me and do as I wish.”
