"Sagittarii, fire at will!" Centurion Arceus Gaius Imperium ordered, his voice echoing across the area. One of them, a young man of twenty-five, three years younger than Arceus, nodded, signalling his men to fire. Their strings pulled back, they launched a volley of arrows that whistled through the air as they impacted with the charging Gaul horde, felling many. One, a fierce looking woman, an ox skull serving as a helmet, yanked an arrow out of her arm, growling.

Unsheathing her curved blades, she pointed one at Arceus, "Roman filth! Today is the day you die! For Cocidius!" She roared, rushing at the Centuion, who blocked her wild swipes with his scutum, grunting as he was pushed back, until she stopped, smirking. "Today is your lucky day Roman, you have the honor of being felled by Aideen the Fearless, slaughterer of the Ninth Legion!" She chuckled, swinging her blades, as Arceus parried them with his gladius and shield, before her left sword rammed into the scutum, and the blade was stuck halfway in. Arceus bashed her with the shield, dazing her for a moment, as he tossed the nigh useless tool aside.

"Now then, you said it was my day to die?" He grinned, thrusting the blade into her abdomen, and twisting slightly, "You were wrong, Aideen, it was yours." The woman sputtered, spitting in his face, as Arceus retracted his blade, and she collapsed to the ground, quavered, then fell silent, her blood pooling around her.

"We'll have these barbarians rounded up by supper!" Arceus chuckled, wiping the blood of his sword. And he was almost correct, the Gaul were rounded up, but it was around lunch when they were herded and imprisoned. He stood infront of his men, his fellow Centurions, aswell as Legatus Marius Petros Dexani, standing next to him. "Alright men, now that those Gaulish savages have been dealt with, you may take whatever spoils, and I mean whatever," The men cheered, "spoils you find. Now, shall we?" He turned his head slightly, as the others marched towards the keep the Gauls had taken. The troops began ransacking homes which had been built in the walls, as the screams of women and men who, for one reason or another, could not fight, echoed around the stone walls.

Arceus entered one of the buildings, made of wood fastened with a heavy rope, the smell of herbs and spices seeped from within. Kicking open the door, he found an older looking woman, dressed in a hooded robe made of wolf furs, stirring a cauldron. "Ah, a Roman comes knocking at my door. What a pleasant surprise." She smiled.

Arceus raised an eyebrow, "Y-you speak Latin?" He asked, puzzled, the old crone chuckled shrilly.

"Oh, you think that just because I am a Gaul, that means that I can't learn your tongue." She clicked her tongue, "I am Aela, the village shaman. And, do not worry, young one, I will not resist, I am an old woman, what could I do?" She fixed her sleeves, sitting down in a chair, "Oh, and you might want to look behind you. It seems my son has come home."

Before the Centurion could process what he was told, he felt a sudden jolt of pain. Groaning, he looked down, an iron sword jutted out of his gut, the blade retracted, as he collapsed to the floor. A man, in his mid-thirties, stood over, the blade slick with Arceus' blood. Blackness enveloped his vision, as he passed into the Underworld.

Arceuss' eyes fluttered open, as he lay on the floor, groaning., and looked around, he was standing in pure darkness, no discernible floor, sky, just darkness. Then he saw the echo of a light behind him, and he slowly his body turning around, he found a woman, or rather, what appeared to be her ghost. She was beautiful, her lower body billowed in an absent wind, her silver hair flowing, her pupils were stormy gray, like those of Minerva. "Rise, Gaius, son of Rome."

Arceus did so, grunting as his joints cracked back into place, "I should be dead? Why am I not before the three judges of Pluto? And, for that matter, who are you?" The spectre chuckled, placing a hand to her lips, a thin smile graced her face.

"You may call me, Lucretia, as for why you are still clinging to life, is because I have sensed in your heart, a desire for peace, to live quietly in your villa, start a family, have children. I can send you to a place where that, minus the children unless you choose to adopt, can happen." Lucretia said, hovering closer to the stupefied Centurion.

Arceus gaped, "Where is this place?" He asked, his mind reeling. Lucretia smiled and wave her hand, as a blue portal appeared, a peaceful looking meadow could be seen in the center.

"In another realm, young one. A land where magic is real, and creatures from myth roam. In fact, the species that rule this world, or atleast the country you shall live, are sentient Pegasi, Unicorns, and normal ponies, aswell as ruled by dual demigod sisters, who raise the sun and the moon. I have already sent severalhumanoidand noble champions there in the past, they visit often, and there is already another arrived, a human from your Earth, from the year 2014, so, will you accept my offer, Centurion?" she asked.

Arceus thought this over, absorbing all the new information he had gained, before exhaling and looking up at Lucretia. "Yes, I shall, what must I do?" He asked, gazing at the portal in awe, could it really allow him to find peace?

"You need only to step through the portal, though, be warned, you will be quite fatigued when you get there, and may pass out." Lucretia said, nodding her head.

The Roman slowly stepped through, as the darkness faded and was replaced by lush trees and grass. He felt the air rush out of his lungs as he stepped through, he fought to stay upright, but his knees buckled and he felt to the ground, his armor clanking. He heard hoofbeats in the distance, one of the natives?he thought, panting. The last thing he saw was a butter yellow Pegasus with a pink mane, her eyes concerned, followed by several other mares, for one, they lacked a stallionhood, and two, they looked more sleek than the stallions that he owned, and a young boy, maybe sixteen at best. The mare looked up, "What's your name?" She asked, in a language that Arceus had never heard, but could understand perfectly, it sounded like the language of the Bretons.

Arceus groaned, "Arceus Gaius Imperium, Centurion to the Emperor Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus." He muttered, before darkness clouded his vision and he fell unconcious, the concerned voices of the mares ringing in his ear.

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(Christian's (Me) POV)
"Girls, hurry, we have to get him inside, Christian, can you get his armor off?" Fluttershy asked, frantically as she gathered medical supplies.

"Right away Fluttershy, though I'm not really comfortable with getting another dude's clothes off." I said, leaning over the unconscious Roman, to think, a Centurion from one of my favorite ancient civilizations, and I met him, awesome. As I started fiddling with his locrica segmentata, I realized, having never worn a Roman costume, I had no idea how to get the dang thing off. "Screw it!" I said, throwing my hands off as I tugged the metal over his shirt, placing it on Fluttershy's table, followed by his manticae, and caligi, wiping my hands on my shirt. "Its alright Fluttershy, I think he was just winded, though there is a scar." I ran my hand across a large vertical in the center of a chest, "Looks like someone skewered him like a barbecue." I chuckled, "Still, I'm no doctor, but it could have broken a few bones in his arms and one of his legs." I stated, feeling something shift as I prodded them. I placed some plastic boards along his arms and his left leg, as Fluttershy held them fast with gauze. We all collapsed into our chair, panting.

"Now, we wait, you all get some rest." Fluttershy said, as the rest of us fell asleep, Rainbow, Pinkie, and Applejack snoring like the lovechild of a jet turbine motorcycle, with Twilight sucking her thumb and cradling Mrs. Smarty Pants in her right foreleg. I sighed, as I close my eyes and slept, Fluttershy tending to Arceus.

Author's Note

Yes, this is a crossover with Wandering Equestria, aswell as a partial crossover with a few other stories, like Past Sins