Centurio De Iteris

Arceus gulped his stew down with gusto, famished, as three empty bowls were stacked to his side. Granny Smith smiled proudly, chuckling, "Always nice to see a stallion who enjoys mah cooking. Yah remind me a lot of mah husband Arceus, he was a soldier too, Maker rest his soul, and loved to eat.well"

Arceus wiped his mouth, placing the bowl into the sink, "Thank you for the compliment, Granny Smith." He cracked his neck, as he looked out the window. "It's getting late, we should head to bed." He muttered, as he got up, and started heading to the guest bedroom assigned to him, his armor clanking as he climbed up the stairs, his galea held underneath his bandaged arm, and a bundle in the other. Rarity, with her keen eye for detail, had been able to make his some clothes, one was an alabaster white tunic with gold trim, and the other was a type of clothing he had never seen before. He laid them out, and took his armor off, alongside his gladius, keeping them within arms reacb.

"She called these pants." The Centurion muttered to himself, "Leather, hmm." He rubbed his chin, as he pulled them on, they fit perfectly, "I read that there is a Griffon kingdom to the north, and man-bulls, what did the Hellenes call them, ah, minotaurs to the east, they must import it." He said, as he laid down on the bed, "It's good to be in a real bed again." He groaned, as his back cracked. It took him a few minutes, but he was able to turn off the light. Exhaling, he turned over, and fell asleep.

Arceus' eyes slowly opened, as he stood up, he was back in his villa in Rome, but there was no one. "Alexia? Adrian? Viera? Where are you?" He called for his family, though there was no response. "Strange." He muttered, as he began walking around.

"Hello Roman." A female voice called out, causing Arceus to turn, finding a midnight blue mare sitting behind him. "Strange, your own culture reminds us of the Roamans, which, might be our version of your Rome. Perhaps we inspired you to make this." A small smile appeared on her lips.

"Who are you?" Arceus asked, running a hand through his hair, as he sat down across from the Alicorn. "By your regalia, you seem like royalty." He observed.

"I am Princess Luna, my sister is Celestia. I control the moon, the night, and I am a guardian of dreams." Luna said, her ethereal mane flowing in a non-existent breeze. "Do you miss your home, your family?"

Arceus sighed, "Yes, I do. But, since, as of now, I cannot return, and apparently I have some....destiny in your land, then the Fates have tied my hands." He looked up, "So, what exactly are you and your sister? What of Twilight and Cadence?" He asked.

Luna rubbed her chin, "In this universe, we are, what you would consider demigods. Our mother and father, Solaris and Laurel Faustis, are in control of the city of Aetherius, in another plane of existence. The Maker created Alicorns in order to keep the balance, among other species, like the Draconqui. The original Alicorns who controlled the sun and moon, a marechild who had a similar name to my sister, Celesto, and his sister, Selene, went rouge, as did many of the nature Alicorns, which is why plants can grow wildly, they can grow by themselves in the settled lands, but they still need a helping hoof, they all left for elsewhere. Our mother and father, after giving their lives defending a multi-racial settlement known as New Hope, they were given nigh-immortality, and we were picked to take control of the sun and moon." She smiled, "Is there anything else you wish to know of our realm? For I have questions of my own"

Arceus nodded, running a hand through his thin beard. Through the rest of the night, the Centurion, and the Lunar Ruler, asked, and in return, answered questions about their respective lives, families, and cultures.

Watching them was a dark armored figure, who vanished in a puff of black smoke, a smirk on its face. Luna's ear twitched, and she raised her head skyward.

"What is it, Principem Luna?" Arecus asked, as he willed a cup of wine to appear, which it did in a swirl of green light. Carefully, he gulped down the liquid, "This is good." He muttered.

"It is nothing, Centurion." Luna said, shaking her head, "I thought I had sense a malevolent presence nearby, but it seems it was only mine imagination." She smiled, as she poured a glass of Prench brandy for herself, taking a sip, "In the Dreamscape, food and drink, even though they are not filling, can be as delicious as marshmallows, or as bitter unsweetened chocolate." She shuddered.

Arceus had already learned of marshmallows and chocolate from that pink baker, What was her name again? Pink Pie? No, it was Pinkie Pie, strange name. Arceus thought to himself, running a hand through his black hair, "Your realm seems very much like a utopia, though, I wonder about the Guards, they remind me very much of my nation's Legionnaires, Caesar's Praetorians or those weak Greek Hoplites," He downed another cup, as the memories flooded back, "Though those Spartan warriors gave us some trouble." He chuckled.

"They act not just for show, Arceus. Thhe Royal and Night Guards do not protect just the Royal Family, they are also used for high risk operations when the local police force cannot handle the situation, or for militaristic purposes." Luna said, smiling. "And thank you, while Equestria may seem like a veritable utopia, a number of the outlying countries, Griffonhala for one, are on rocky ground with Equestria. While they are cooperating, many of the old, militaristic noble families would rather see us either destroyed, or enslaved. The only reason they haven't tried is that, if they wrere to behead my sister or I, then the heavenly bodies we control would either collide with Equiss, the planet would fall into the sun, crash into the moon, or both the sun and moon would fly off into the darkness of outer space." Luna chuckled darkly, before hearing the sound of a cock crow.

"AH, it seems dawn is breaking, I hope I shall see you in the physical world. Nunc Vale." Arceus smiled, as the Dreamscape started breaking apart, fading into whiteness, as he awoke.

Groaning, he got up, stretching his limbs, and stared out the window. There was a light overcast, but the sun shone dimly from behind the cumulonimbus clouds that hung lazily in the sky. Pegasi were flitting about, shaping the clouds in unison.

That was when Rainbow Dash crashed through the window, and plowed into the Centurion, and sent them into the wall opposite the shattered glass.