Pontius Aurelius
The Legate
War...war never changes. In the year 189 B.C.E, the Roman empire was the most powerful force on the face of the planet earth. They controlled most of the AfroEurAsian continents, and ruled over most of the land. At the time, the great Antoninus Aurelius was Emperor. His nephew, Pontius, was a legate in the Roman army. As a matter of fact, Pontius was one of the Empire's greatest legates since the time of Julius Caesar. And now, he was at the penacle of his campagne. A push into the Norse land...a great plan to attack those savages, and put them in their graves. Pontius stood with his Soldiers, the battle raging on...1000 strong, verses roughly twice as many Norse troops.
"Stay with me!" he yelled. Pontius's troops did as commanded. They stood with him. They did not falter as they cut down many of the enemy troops, putting them down and staining the ground with their blood. But then...he heard something. A cry out...a scream for a challenge.
"Romerske leder! Jeg vil udfordre dig! Knus din splejsede skull!" were the words that came from a huge mountain of a man....a dane...and presumably the enemy's leader. "Back away!" Pontius yelled to his troops....they did as ordered.
No more than a few minutes later, Pontius found himself standing in front of the large Dane. He twirled his sword in his hand, his eyes narrowing. A duel...obviously this man didn't know who he was up against. The Dane rushed at Pontius, but the Roman stood firm. When the Dane closed in, he swung his axe down apon Pontius, cutting the air and making a loud whistling noise as it did so. However, air was all that the man's axe had cut. Pontius had skillfully moved out of the way. He laughed at the Dane.
"You're slow. Perhaps you'd rather fight one of my recruit legionairs." he said. This only angered the Dane even more.
"Fanden romersk! Stå stille og dø!" the Dane yelled.
Pontius toyed with the man for another few minutes before finally realizing something...he had grown tired of this...sorry excuse for a fight. So finally, he went on the offensive. The young Roman waited for the man to swing again. And as he did, Pontius jumped up on his axe, then his head before coming down, bringing down his Legatus Gladius (his sword) down on the man's back. It pierced the dane's heart, and severed his spinal chord, causing him to go down with ease. But just then...pontius saw something odd. Something he hadn't expected to see. A spear, coming right for him. It was aimed directly at his chest, and there was really nothing he could do about it, as he had no time to recover from jabbing the man in his heard. And so, the spear appeared to his Pontius, and everything went black. Only one thought filled his mind.
'Mars Preserve me'.
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When Pontius opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the ground in a place he had never seen before. He looked at his chest...there was no wound. Not even a crack in his armor where the spear would have hit. He looked around...this was not the battle field. No...it looked more like a holding area. Pontius stood up slowly, still looking around as he was amazed at the fact that he was still alive. And he wondered what this place was.
Pontius walked to the viewing area...and his heart nearly sank...though it filled with excitement as he realized where he was. This was an Arena...a collesseum of sorts. There was a woman...fighting some manner of beast. Pontius had never seen anything of this sort. The woman seemed to stab at the beast...but it did not waver. He wondered why he was there...where his men were.