Scottish_writer
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Once, we were certain we could drive the Roman Invaders from the land.
Now, more and more of our kin in the South lay down their spears and kneel to foreign rule.
I never thought we would fall too; not with the strength of our warriors, our intimate knowledge of the land, and tactics that had driven the invaders back time and time again. Yet, it seems I know nothing at all.
When the chief of my tribe seeks to strike a truce with the invaders, everything changes.
At a time when I should be learning from the elders of our tribe, or how to rule from my father, my hand itches to pick up a weapon instead. Yet the steel-eyed General who leads the soldiers camping outside our walls feels familiar to me in a way I can't explain, and for a man raised in Rome, he has a fire in him that I've only seen in my people.
But talks of peace are threatened when a power that's lain dormant for decades is woken. . .
. . .for our paths have crossed before.