Chapters The Centurion walked amongst his men in close formation with the standard bearer to his right. His dark brown eyes constantly scanning the dark horizon much like a crow trying to inspect for food. The collective steps of the first Cohort in the Seventh Legion were thunderous but it was something you could drown out with enough practice. The weight of his equipment, the Gladius in one hand and his decorated, but beaten, shield in the other was more comfortable than anything he wore in his time as a normal pleb.
As the Seventh Legion began to crest over a single hill it became evident exactly where blood was going to be spilled today. The Centurion squinted as he started to recognize the small dots in the sky as Pegasi which could only mean that the enemy was getting ready as well. It was bound to be the last time that Centurion was going to see Pegasi clearly due to the overcast that was spreading through the sky. Silent prayers through his Century of Lightening striking down the “Damned flying beasts” were passed along as most laughed but the newest to the ranks only gulped at the sight before them.
The 7th legion and her sister the 8th, took an hour to get into proper formation in the valley but it was needed as the enemy was doing the exact same thing.
“Lucius, what do you take our odds at?” The Standard bearer spoke with a chuckle as the Century was taking it's final rest, front rank standing while the rest took to a knee. The bearer sniffed as he took a moment to look at the long line of enemy ranks. His eyes, unlike his Centurion, were a bright blue as it shifted left and right carefully as if counting.
“Depends, Spurius. Most of them seem comprised of Earth ponies but if Intelligence was correct, Celestia is leading their army. She has yet to lose a battle for a reason,” Lucius Vor, Centurion of a First Cohort Century, divulged some of his thought to his veteran brother in arms. Something he almost regretted as he turned behind him to see a young lad look up to him with both fear and surprise. “Stop quivering, Lad. Ponies will try to attack your shield first if they find you scared,”
Spurius only let out a chuckle at the comment along with most of the other veterans in the ranks who were in earshot of the conversation. “Coming from the man who has never been beaten at battle. Didn't you also kill a Dragon, I hear?” Spurius asked as he stood tall with his Standard in his hands and a smirk on his face.
Lucius only let out a huff because he knew exactly why Spurius brought that memory up. The entire Century was quiet now as they strained their hearing towards their Centurion. Lucius breathed in one last big breath of air before letting it out to sturdy his nerves. “Yes, I've never been defeated in battle and yes, I critically injured a Dragon. Last I recalled, it swallowed my last Bearer whole,” Lucius boasted loud enough for the rear ranks to hear.
The Century spoke quietly but elated amongst themselves, mostly the newest ones about the rumour being true, while the Vets simply lost most emotion due to the memories resurfacing. What the new Legionnaires don't ever hear was how most of them got to be in this Century to begin with. It was because most of the people who should be standing in their spot have been buried in honour. Seventy five percent lose of an entire First Cohort. Lucius remembered stepping off to battle with one hundred and sixty men in his Century that morning and returning with only twenty nine...
“My predecessor was gobbled whole, hm?” Spurius spoke before letting out a soft chuckle. “Well let's hope that Ponies don't have the same appetite as Dragons!”
Lucius gave him a nod as it was refreshing to have a joking attitude in all of this mud and blood. “Yes, let us hope that they have no Dragon hiding amongst their ranks, yes?” Lucius spoke back with a grin as he rested his free hand on the pommel of his Gladius. In all his experience though, they would know if they were about to face a Dragon or not by now. Damn beast didn't like hiding but instead flying around and spouting flames to show their superiority. It destroyed troop morale, something Lucius found out firsthand.
Spurius spoke up again after his laughing fit was well and over. “I also heard that your Helm's hair was made of the late General Trueshot. Is that one also true?” Spurius spoke but Lucius shut his mouth with a smack against his ribs. Spurius was about to apologize until he seen the Centurion watching the enemies ranks.
“Century!” Lucius called out with the true force of authority. Immediately, the entire force stood and reassembled into fighting formation. All down the line both Legions were calling their men to attention. Lucius seen it with his own eyes. The Mother to Equines, Destroyer of Man, The Devil's Whore, The Supreme Commander of Equestria Celestia. Lucius was educated enough to know that Celestia probably didn't deserve most of the names both the Senate and the Legions cursed her with but it gave them hate which fuelled their fight.
He witnessed her for his first time. Her light was, praise to Mars for his treacherous thoughts, completely welcoming and warm. He couldn't see her armour or her face but her silhouette could not be denied. It was as if the Sun and the Princess were one. Beauty, but what happens when you get to close to something hot? You burn to ashes like the flame of a Dragon's breath.
Lucius grit his teeth as he witnessed what would likely be the hardest fight yet. Humanity and Equines were about to shed blood upon spear and sword.
A horn blew across the ranks in three successions which Lucius nodded too. He gave a quick look to Spurius who nodded in turn. The Standard was raised then spun a slow circle twice then came to a stop before dipping forward towards the Enemy. It was a quick symbol that every Legionnaires learned to be as 'Century – Forward'. Lucius blew a whistle that hung around his neck and the march began. The long, flat valley was dry which helped the entire army stay in formation although the Centurions had to constantly keep an eye on their Century's speed to match the middle.
The Equestrian army held their ground for most of the advance with the probability that they wanted the Humans to be somewhat fatigued by the time anything actually combat related occurred. Lucius knew that thought process was pure folly however. Each member of the Legion was fit down to the last man, even the ageing General on his horse was still something not to scoff at. No, Lucius thought it was something else that Celestia must have in store for them. It was then and there that Lucius paused before blowing his whistle as long and as sharply as he could.
It took most of the Army a second before they took the whistle blast as an indication to come to a full stop. The Entire Army came to an unexpected stand still as a man mounted on a horse came thundering towards Lucius and his Century.
“Centurion Lucius Vor! What in the Gods is the matter?” the Messenger spoke as the entire battle came to an unexpected halt.
Lucius rose his Gladius to point out a spot twenty to thirty meters or so in front of him. “Tell the General that the Enemy has deployed Dragon Powder in defence. Tell him that Centurion Vor would suggest that we have the Auxillary spread flames to the fields in front of us,”
The Messenger and his horse both nodded and sped off back to the General. Lucius watched the Messenger for only a moment before returning his focus back to the Enemy. Most of the Ponies were stoic in their appearance although none of them wore plate armour like the Legion did. The Ponies only wore chain mail though it did little to stop a Gladius or Pilum. It was used when the Ponies did their little engagement with Gryphons years ago. Very little weapons in the Legions did slashing damage these days.
Lucuis kept his focus on the one being who seemed to be staring right back at him. Celestia wore gilded armour of bronze and gold linings that had many decorations upon it of past victories. He couldn't read any of them from this distance as he had enough trouble seeing her facial expressions. She wasn't smug nor angry but obviously deep in thought. They shared their glance for several moments until Spurius shook the Centurion's side slightly to ruse him from his gaze.
“How did you know there was Dragon Powder in the field before us?” the Bearer asked with plain curiosity as he tried his best to look for the most volatile solid in existence to no avail.
“You only need to smell it once and see the effect on Human flesh for that scent to be permanently implanted into your very being,” Lucius spoke in a hushed tone before returning his attention back to Celestia. It didn't take long till a twang of a bowstring was heard somewhere behind his Century and a single flaming arrow came to stop only for a moment before the field caught aflame in a long line of blue flame. Lucius only stood to face the hot flame without flinching unlike some of his century that hid behind their shields for a moment. The Centurion grit his teeth once more as he seen where that line would be if the Ponies had lite it and not them. It would have cut the Century in half to the point where the men would be stranded from reinforcements or reliable support.
“By the Gods,” Spurius spoke for a moment as he witnessed Dragon Powder for the first time.
“Thank the Gods that the wind was in our favour. If we were not downwind, I may have not have gotten a single whiff of that foul powder till it was too late,” Lucius corrected his bearer as the two Sister Legions waited for the flames to die down.
Word spread throughout the ranks that Centurion Lucius Vor saved them all from the Dragon Powder. They didn't know that the General started the rumour but it nevertheless had the same effect to boost morale. It was slow but soon a chant started to grow throughout the ranks of the Seventh Legion.
Vor, Vor, Vor!
Gladius' smacked with their blunt sides against their shields to create a thunderous noise. Lucius ignored the cheering but if it pumped up the men to help fight against their enemy than let them cheer. His focus was on the obscured image of Princess Celestia that stood on a small boulder to overlook her army. It was hard to get a clear image of her but he could tell she was looking right back at him although it seemed she was also talking to her Officers.
The cheering died when the Flames were reduced down to small flickers and the horn blasted three times to signal the advance. Lucius blew his whistle and his Century advanced inline with the rest of the Legion's front line. Lucius watched the Celestia at all times just over the brim of his shield. It was the moment that he witnessed her turn her head slightly to issue orders that he could not hear was when he issued his own.
“Century! Testudo!” Lucius called as he hunkered down and his Bearer, Spurius retreated back on rank as a Legionnaire took his spot and copied Lucuis exact position. Soon the entire Century was covered in a tortoise like shell of shields and not a moment too late. Luckily the other Centurions have come to trust Lucius hunches and suspicions as they quickly ordered their own Century into Testudo formation.
A shower of arrows came down upon the Legions and all they could do was take it to the best they could, which they did well in their current formation. Lucuis could hear a few screams of pain amongst the ranks but he was thankful that none seem to come from his own Century. The hail of arrows stopped and that is when Lucius yelled once more. “Century! Slow March!”
As an entire century still holding Testudo formation they moved. With each stomp of their right foot they sounded off to keep in sync of one another. One shield out of place could mean a fatal arrow that could kill you or a comrade.
Lucius was adamant as his gaze never left Celestia's. The two seemed to have a battle all their own but Lucius knew full well that she couldn't win that battle for she had an entire army to lead. Soon enough her head would turn left and right to issue orders. It was the advantage he took for granted knowing full well that Rome had the superior numbers in this battle, something that was an odd advantage to have over Equestrian forces. “Century! Ready Pilas!” he ordered out as they neared the Ponies front line meter by meter.
Gladius' were sheathed and the rear half of the Century wrestled for a moment to ready their throwing weapons. The moment to spring was close but before he issued the charge he finally ran some things through his mind. Ponies main strength was in their charge both by spear and speed yet they stayed glued to their starting position. Celestia wouldn't be so foolish to just let her army get chewed up in close quarters on purpose did she?
The twang of bowstrings strummed out as arrows arced towards the Ponies lines before stopping short. The arrowheads collided with a shimmering bubble upon contact. The shafts of the arrows mostly shattered as they begun to litter the ground. It clicked in Lucius head as he knew now that Celestia was not so clumsy as to just leave her army astray. But the test now was to see if the shield only blocked high velocity objects or everything from entering.
“Bearer!” Lucius called and on Que Spurius answered. “Grab a stone and toss it at the enemy ranks. Make sure to give it a slow toss. Prepare to give the bearer room to toss on my order, Lads,” Lucius instructed amongst the front ranks as they called out their acknowledgements. Spurius plucked a decent sized stone from the ground and waited as a hail of arrows clattered amongst their shields once more. Lucius waited for one moment after the volley then shouted “Now!”
Four or so Shields separated enough for Spurius to stand fully moments before he cocked his hand back and tossed the black stone towards the magical barrier. The Bearer didn't even bother watching his efforts at work before crouching down again so the Legionnaires could once again make the Testudo whole.
Lucius watched however as the stone successfully pass through the shield and came to a peaceful stop right at the hooves of the Equestrian Army. Lucius granted himself a gaze once more at Celestia as he gave the whistle blast once more to begin the slow advance. The Century moved with a singular purpose as the shield was soon passing over the men. It was then that Lucius called it with a quick order of “Century, Throw!”
The rear ranks of the Century removed their shields from protecting over head. Several men armed with Pilas, which were much like Javelins in shape, cocked their arms back and followed through to release the weapon in beautiful form. Hours and hours spent tossing the Pilum made every Legionnaire masters at it. Just like their Standard Bearer, they quickly resumed Testudo formation without seeing the fruit of their labour.
Lucius marched in disbelief as he witnessed every single Pilum pass right through the Ponies. It was like tossing a stone through fog. Luscius quickly glanced back at Celestia now that he was much closer to her and examined the Princess closely. Her form seemed under great strain as if carrying a heavy burden but it couldn't have been the armour. It was then that everything was starting to click in as Celestia's horn began to shine a blinding light before disappearing along with both the barrier and ghost Army.
It was at that moment that Lucius knew that Celestia had successfully pulled off a grand manoeuvre. Wide spread panic and confusion erupted through the ranks before it was squashed by the yelling of Officers and Centurions.
It was then that Celestia unleashed her army on both sides of the Roman flanks. As if a curtain was pulled to show off a grand release, an entire army was covered in an invisibility field. Ponies shouted to the top of their lungs as they charged forward. The Cavalry who were quick to react fled from the charge but the Archers in the rear ranks didn't have neither the speed nor the protection of the front line Infantry. They were cut down quickly upon spears and swords while the Centuries had to face bombardment from the sky. Heavy rocks fell from the sky as shields were heavily rattled while some found their way through to pulverize the poor sap underneath.
Lucius didn't wait a second longer for his General to reorganize the entire two Legions. With all the force he could muster he blew once into his whistle then shouted at the top of his lungs “Seventh Legion! First Cohorts! By the left!” Lucius paused for a moment for the next order to sink in. “Left turn!”
Like clockwork of a well maintained machine the front Centuries of the Seventh Legion turned to face the on coming threat. The First Cohort of Centuries ran to speed the manoeuvre and with ease they stopped once in position moments before receiving the first Equestrian charge.
Lucius shouted even though he was only to command just his Century. “Century! Brace!” He screamed as the front row of Legionnaires shifted their feet and prepared to get ran over. The men behind the first rank did their best to help in bracing the first rank by placing their shield behind their back.
The Ponies collided like a wave of fur and iron as some flipped right over the formations. The poor Ponies that managed to somehow jump or get flipped over and into the formation of the Century were immediately stabbed to death by several Gladius'. Luscius had to breath hard when the black and white furred Pony slammed into his shield. He could hear the very grunt the Stallion made moments before all his momentum was halted. Lucius was glad that the young lad behind him at least had strength to push back. Lucius quickly took the chance as the Stallion made the foolish swing as if to hack at the Centurion from above. Lucius did the well trained two hit combo as he smacked the enemies sword hilt with his shield to keep it up while jabing with his gladius into the Stallions exposed jugular. After every jab or attack Lucius' shield returned to position so no Pony could break through the lines. Another Pony tried to do the same with his sword but this time went low as if to try and get through the small crack between Legionnaires. Lucius quickly countered as he pushed with enough force to crack the shield against the Mare's face. She let out a yelp before falling for a mere moment, a moment Lucius took to slam the bottom edge of his shield down on her now exposed face repeatedly until her movement halted.
The battle raged on and Centurions rotated their forces through the ranks so front ranks in the Centuries didn't have to constantly fight till they either died or succumbed to exhaustion. This rule never applied to the Centurions themselves. It was a rule that them nor the Standard Bearer shall be cowering behind their legionnaires. So when Lucius blew the whistle the front shields gave way as fresh Legionnaires quickly filled their comrades empty spot. It was at this moment however that something happened that surprised even Lucius.
A blinding light caused all fighting to cease immediately. Ponies backed off from the Legion as a single figure wielding a flaming sword marched forward to meet the Legionnaires. Celestia in all her glory came out and soon levelled her weapon towards the Seventh Legion Veteran Hero. “You, Centurian, I challenge you in one-on-one combat. What say you?” Her voice called out loudly so all could hear.
Lucius stopped for a moment before doing something he thought he'd never do on the battlefield. He began to start to laugh behind his shield. It got to the point were the men standing beside him were a little awestruck as if the enchantress Celestia did some awful magic trick. Lucius gathered his nerve to look upon the Princess once more over the brim of his shield before calling out. “I apologize, Princess Celestia, but my heart belongs to our Mother Rome! It would leave a sour taste in my mouth if I danced with another!”
Celestia gazed back at the Centurion as the Roman lines began to erupt in baths of laughter. Insults were soon shouted up and down the First Cohorts Centuries towards the Princess. It was easy to see that the Ponies didn't take too well to having their Princess openly mocked at. “Is this the most that Humanity has to offer? Some idle threats and insults while they cower behind their shields?” she retorted with ease as she returned her attention back towards Lucius.
Lucius couldn't let her goad the men into a stupid brawl which would break formation nor let her run the Centurion name into the mud. “I believe you are seeing this battle wrong, Princess. I'm pretty sure even with our Legions surrounded were winning. Why don't you do your entire Nation a Favour and lay your arms down?”
Celestia scoffed at the idea “And give myself or my precious Ponies up to your corrupt Senate? I'd rather see my Ponies fight to the last then being Crucified down the roads leading to Roma,” Celestia spoke before raising her sword high.
Lucius knew full well that Senate wasn't what it once was but he was a simple Soldier. Politics were never his thing. “You have courage and honour, Princess, but those don't stop arrows and swords. Century! Forward!” he ordered moments before another brilliant flash consumed him. This time Lucius was standing before his Century alone before Celestia. He was so close to her, he could feel Celestia practically breathing down his neck. Their gazes were like stone for moments before Lucius held his shield up and his Gladius at the ready.
“I command you, Centurion, please lay your arms down or feel internal imprisonment. I have Magic that no Human could deflect. Please, I beg of you as a being who relishes peace,” Celestia pleaded upon Lucius once more with a tone of a lover begging for her special someone not to leave.
Lucius lowered his stance but didn't sheath his weapon. He responded with a hush whisper that only Celestia could hear. “I wish I could, Princess Celestia. I wish that all I had to do was order troops around in fancy formations to impress Nobles. I will die on these battlefields with my men the way the Gods have decided it for I have no family back home to welcome me. I hope this conflict had a happy ending for both sides but it has been almost a year of fighting, Celestia,” Lucius spoke as honestly as he could before sheathing his Gladius and removing his helm to show flatten dark, brown hair and the rest of his stubbly facial hair. He extended his one free hand which Celestia returned with a shake of her hoof.
“I'm guessing you won't reconsider?” Celestia asked once more as she sighed with knowing defeat.
Lucius donned his helm and unsheathed his sword once more. He gave Celestia a small smile but still shook his head. “I rather be with my only Family in death than being known as the one to surrender his friends and family,” Lucius replied before walking back to his Century.
“I hope we meet again, Centurion,” Celestia called out.
“If the Gods will it,” Lucius called back before taking back his original position. The Century was quiet as they waited for the inevitable clash of charging Ponies again. What they got however was Celestia slowly ascending into the sky with what looked to be six orbs of different colour circling her. It happened almost instantly as a rainbow of colours flashed down the line of the First Cohort and all of the Seventh and Eighth Legions.
In a flash it ended. Every remaining Human that still stood was in cased in stone. Celestia knew it to be mass killing to turn all of them to stone but she had no other choice. This War had dragged on way too long and too many lives were lost. Slowly she made her way up to the nameless Centurion who captured a slice of her with him when she encased him in stone. She levitated him from his formation and began to walk away with stone Soldier.
The War lasted only a month more until the Senate was forced to concede to Equestria's demands of surrender. Rome was demilitarized and housed more than a few Garrisons of Ponies to keep everything under control. After the Incident of the Seventh and Eighth Legion, all Legionnaires who were encased in stone were returned to their respective home to be displayed in the Halls of Remembrance. All Legionnaires except one Centurion by the name of Lucius Maxis Vor, Seventh Legio: Invictus.
It has been Two Hundred Years after the war and ever since that day, Lucius has been standing proud within Celestia's very own Chambers. Some say she has kept it there to remind her how great power can often lead to many lives lost. Some say she secretly feel in love with the Centurion after their secretive talk on the battlefield. Whatever was going on in Celestia's heart and mind she simply never discussed to any, even her favoured student, Twilight Sparkle
It was standing still before small shards of stone fell to the floor revealing a bright red shield underneath...
Author's Note
I wanted to do something with the mighty Roman Legions for so long and have a longer story line thought up for this but I doubt I have the skill to pull it off.
I hope you all enjoyed this although some may have to look up some words :P
-Sil
Author's Note
So I've decided to continue on with the story in my mind much thanks to my friends for prodding me in my direction.
More added to the glossary.
Gemina
Celestia's Bed Chamber's were silent when excluding the happy chirping of birds from the balcony. The Sunlight was streaming in through both windows and balcony doors while the drapes danced along with every fresh breeze that trickled in from outside the room's walls. Many things from original Paintings to artifacts of long lost ages decorated shelves and tables but the most grand and visually demanding object within the large room was the lone statue held up by a reinforced pedestal.
The statue was of an obvious Human warrior dressed in Ancient Roman Lorica Segmentata armour and a large rectangular, semi-cylindrical shield held in a defensive stance as if expecting an attack. His Gladius held as if to jab anything foolish enough to approach him. The Roman Centurion's helmet had a large cropping of what many remembered was simply dyed horse hair proudly displayed. The detail in each aspect was amazing craftsmanship but there was no plaque which dedicated the piece to Celestia nor of the Artist's name and signature.
The statue had remained still for many years to whom very little still remained alive during the conflict to recall it. It has been over two hundred years, as it constantly watched over Celestia as she slept and as she relaxed by her fireplace. It has felt many blistering Summers and chilling Winters with nary a single movement till this very fateful day.
Celestia had long donned her royal garments and trinkets after extensively trying to make both her coat and mane acceptable, by noble standards. She didn't notice the crack that ran along the blade of the Gladius nor the slight chipping of his helmet before departing to attend to royal duties. It wasn't until the Sun rose to the highest point in the day's cycle till the Roman Centurion fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground. Stone scattered in a wide arc as the Man tried desperately to fill his lungs with such fresh air.
His body ached as if every muscle and bone was tightly constricted for long periods of duress. His coughing fits slowly subsided as his knuckles whitened on both his Scutum shield and Gladius. It only took him one dazed look around the room to instantly know that this was the trickery from Princess Celestia's 'Unblock-able' magic. Was he teleported? Shifted to some sort of damnable plane of existence? The small moment of thought that he could gather to himself was shattered as the large double Doors opened by the Royal Guards who were stationed outside.
Shock turned to disciplined training and years of experience. Lucius pushed against the marble floor to help him get to his feet. His first few steps in over two hundred years were shaky but he managed after a moment of steadying himself. His shield was up in a defensive posture just enough so that he could inspect the threat before him. One brown Earth Pony with a spear and a grey Unicorn with sheathed sword, both were fit Stallions. What Lucius took note of with a squint of his dark brown eyes, were the Ponies armour style. Unlike the chain mail that he was just fighting against moments ago before Celestia's magic, these ponies were wearing gilded plate armour which only meant that they were special amongst regular troops.
No matter what they wore, Lucius knew what had to be done so he could escape and return to his Legion and Century. The War wasn't over while he was breathing, a prayer he made under his breath to Mars.
“Halt, Intruder!” The Earth ordered with as much authority he could muster while also sticking one hoof out in display. “Drop your weapons,” was all the Earth Stallion could muster before he witnessed a quick two step the Intruder performed. It was sudden much like the sensation of pain that was a shield smash to the side of his face. The metal boss fitted shield hit with such force that the jaw was easily dislocated along with a tooth or two.
The Unicorn watched with shock as things suddenly turned from what seemed like a thief to a sudden assault. He lite his horn to subdue the man until the Stallion witnessed things flash like the gleam of the Gladius' blade which cut along his exposed throat. The cut wasn't deep but the shock was as the Stallion tried to back away while clutching his throat with a free hoof and desperately shielding himself from the incoming shield jab with the other.
Lucius stood victorious over the two armoured Ponies for only a moment before retrieving the Spear and making his way to the Balcony. Instantly his eyes screamed with pain as the Sun's light showered him in what felt like an age or two. He blocked the Sunlight for a moment with his shield as he soaked in his surroundings. All of it caught the Centurion off guard. He was used to unsettled landscape, battlefields, Legion Camps and conquered Cities consumed by fire. Here he was meet with lush green land stretched before him and a vast City from which he has never seen before. The construction of them seem similar in a sense but also so foreign. Nothing made sense except for the prime principal in his mind: Escape.
He turned towards the double doors and quickly made his way out to find a wide down wards spiralling staircase. Every so often, as he descended, did he find a vase of flowers and torches from which he made a mental note not to touch in case he made unwanted noise. Upon reaching what he suspected to be the bottom of the stairs he witnessed a single guard Pony look up with a stoic face before fully realizing what was staring back.
Lucius used the moment of surprise to kick the Stallion in the head to canter him off balance than a slash to the back of his two legs to stop any sort of chase. The cutting action caused the Pony to shout in pain however which caused the Patrolling group to quickly turn their attention to the Centurion at the bottom of the staircase.
The Centurion grunted with distaste of his situation as he sheathed his Gladius and instead switched to the spear he held along with his shield. The courtyard was quiet for a moment as Lucius raised and cocked his arm back. He could smell the odd aroma from the flowerbeds and the weight of the spear in his hand. It may seem chaotic to some but to Lucius, it was a home without family. He needed his Legion to complete the missing link in his Chain mail soul and he was willing to fight for it.
The spear was released with efficient exertion as it made its way to strike the leading Guard in the chest plate. It didn't pierce very deep but it did halt any movement the Stallion was making which tripped up the Stallion behind him in the confusion. Lucius took the moment to unsheathe his sword and quickly run down the other corridor of the square courtyard as stray rays of Sunlight bathed him through the breaks of columns.
The Centurion breathed hard as he sped as fast as his Caliga sandal clad feet could carry him. He ignored most of the shouts and orders for him to 'stop' and 'drop your weapons' as he aimed for an open door at the end of the hallway. Lucius allowed himself one glance back which quickly made him regret doing so as the Royal Guards were almost caught up to the point that they could tackle him. The Roman grit his teeth for only a moment until a door to his right opened to reveal a taller than average pony with an ethereal mane that seem to sparkle like a starry night.
Lucius could see her shock and utter confusion on her face as a Human was practically charging her. It was now evident that it was either him or the large Mare in his bid at escape so he played his only card. Using her surprise as an advantage, he raised his Scutum shield and prepared to bowl the dark coated Mare. The impact was sudden as a yelp cried from her lips before being carried along with the momentum of the shield. She fell onto her side with a thump but it didn't seem like anything life threatening; Lucius didn't have time to check as he was only a few more strides before the door!
Everything came to a screaming halt as a pair of hooves caught him by his leg. All of Lucius' momentum worked against him as he become acquainted with the ground on a face-to-face value. In only a moment, he blinked hard and twisted onto his back to fend off the attackers. One Stallion pounced onto his arm which held the Gladius, so the Centurion responded with a thwack against the Stallion's helmet by a shield bash. Another soon pounced onto the shield to decommission it as a weapon choice but Lucius struck against the last Stallion that had a hole in his chest plate by kicking his chin with his one free foot.
It wasn't long till all five combatants were struggling against either side although the outcome was obvious. Lucius was losing feeling in parts of his body due to the weight cutting the blood stream off. His last option was born from pure frustration and desperation as he screamed with all the force his lungs could produce.
Having heard more than enough from the Human, a Hoof struck hard and fast to stop the roar. The Human's head bobbed for a moment until the Hoof struck again to sent the Centurion helmet off and bouncing before coming to a rest at a certain Princess' hooves.
The world rang for a moment as Lucius slowly began to awaken from a forceful sleep. His groans escaped his lungs much like a drunkard the night afterwards; both suffering from the same symptoms. His vision was blurred and the edges of his peripherals were black until he properly gave himself a shake and a few blinks. He witnessed flawless, moving Marble beneath him and a scraping sound as he witnessed his feet slowly dragging behind him. With a slow tilt of his head he noticed his hands were constricted by a sort of metal cuffs and he was escorted by two Unicorn Royal Guards.
This was it. This was the moment of failure that Lucius was hoping to avoid. He was going to be killed and his remains never returned to his beloved Rome. His Legion and Century would go one without him. The only thing the Centurion could absolutely hope for was that one day, a Roman Legion would march through these halls to erect the golden Eagle so high that Mars himself would bow his head in acknowledgement.
His motion stopped and whatever force keeping his body upright immediately gave out which caused the Centurion to collapse to the floor with a small groan of protest. The chain of his handcuffs rattled as he slowly pushed his body up so he could face his accusers. Lucius had to blink a few more times until he witnessed something that made his blood boil.
Princess Celestia sat on a large throne which was accompanied by a similar throne that held a familiar Mare. His eyes narrowed on the damnable Celestia as she simply stared back but with eyes that matched something akin to sorrow. The single reason he was imprisoned at all was because of her sorcery!
“Prisoner!” A voice beckoned for his attention as Lucius shifted his gaze to the smaller and darker Mare. “I, Princess Luna, Sister of Princess Celestia, are here today to stand you on trial. The charges are as followed. Multiple accounts of Assault, one attempt at Pony slaughter, Trespassing on Royal grounds and Assault upon a Royal family member,” The Mare read out and as she finished she gave a slight scowl in his direction. “Not that it matters, but, how do you plead?”
Lucius responded with a cold gaze before spitting on the marble floor.
“You barbarian!” Princes Luna scoffed at the display before smacking a Hoof onto the arm of her Throne. “You don't even have the shred of decency to admit to your crimes?” Luna questioned as her anger begun to rise in leaps and bounds ever since she felt first hand what a shield to the face was like.
“This is war, committed to by the Senate's will and enforced by Roman Legions. You Ponies have no right to pass a law like that onto me,” Lucius retorted to Luna's comment with defiance. “Kill me or release me but by the Gods, don't drag this along,” The Centurion ordered of the assembled court but only received odd looks and utter silence in reply.
Luna was quiet for a moment before turning to see her Sister with a saddened expression. Something wasn't right and it was obvious Celestia knew something about it but has yet to speak a word about the odd Human in the court. “What are you speaking about, Prisoner? What war? What Senate?” Luna questioned as the court waited patiently for Human.
Lucius kept shifting his gaze from Celestia to Luna before speaking with a more calmer tone than before. “Do you jest, Princess? The war between my Mother Rome and Equestria, of course. I am Lucius Maxis Vor, Centurion of a Century in the First Cohort, Seventh Legion,” Lucius declared proudly as he cut his shoulders back and puffed out his chest. “Is this how all Equestrians think of the War? It is no wonder that we are winning; all negligent Nobles this lot,” The Roman spoke as he tried to study Celestia's expression. She refused to look away but her face showed Pity and regret.
Luna was quiet for a moment before laughing slightly “The war between the dismantled Rome power and Equestria has been over since 756 A.B. It is currently 1003 A.B. Do you honestly want me to believe that you are over two hundred years old?” Luna explained before covering her muzzle to stifle any sort of laughter.
Lucius stood slightly dumbfounded as he narrowed his vision to Luna. He shifted his gaze back to Celestia who rose a hoof to silence any noise within the Throne room.
“Do you remember our fight, Lucius Maxis Vor?” Celestia spoke much softer than her Sister, who was now just as curious at the question.
“Of course I do. Teleport me back to my Legion before I catch whatever mind decay that your fellow Princess has,” Lucius responded.
“The Magic I described to you was a powerful spell that turns living beings to stone. When I committed to the spell, your entire Legions were the target to prevent any more blood shed,” Celestia began to explain as she closed her eyes for a moment as if recalling something deep within her mind. “You have been encased within a layer of stone for over two hundred years, Centurion,”
Lucius stood there in confused silence as he searched Celestia's facial expression for any sort of hint to a cruel joke. “What kind of a joke is this?” Lucius asked.
Celestia shook her head slightly without losing her frown. “I am only telling you the Truth, Lucius. You have been encased in stone all that time,”
Lucius was quiet until he had to laugh at the poor joke. “Say I believe all of this mockery upon my people. Please, pray tell, what happened after my Legion's demise in the valley?” Lucius asked although his laughter started to sound hysterical at the end.
“Both the Seventh and Eighth Legion were encased in stone. My Army marched towards Roma and it wasn't long till the Senate witnessed almost all of their Legions being defeated did they agree to Surrender. The Senate was disbanded and the Roman Empire's land was separated. Most of it was returned to it's rightful owners while what ever was Native to Rome was split three ways to be governed by the Gryphon Empire, Equestria and the Ponies of Germania,”
Lucius listened to the explanation with disbelief.
Celestia only continued. “Rome suffered for a decade to economic crashes and slave uprisings. Gryphons and Germanic Ponies were quite hostile to the Humans due to your Legions controlling most of their lands for quite some time. The Rome as you knew it is no more, Lucius,”
The Centurion stood still for a second as his mouth hung open for a moment. It was impossible, inconceivable and down right insane to think that everything he knew was dead or so twisted that he'd no longer recognize it. An evil thought wormed inside his head however as he thought that maybe what Celestia spoke was in fact the Truth. “My Legion?” Lucius asked quietly as he gazed towards Celestia.
The larger, white Mare gave him a sorrowful look before letting out a sigh. “Your entire Legion is gone, Lucius. They themselves were transported to Rome but they are held within the Gryphon section,”
“But what about the rest of the Legions? Surely Rome still has some sort of Military?” Lucius protested.
“They have a small garrison to protect Rome but it numbers less than a true Legion of old and is ill-equipped,” Celestia answered truthfully.
Lucius gaze fell to the floor as he examined the perfect Marble floor beneath him, his cloth tunic and the metal cuffs that were around his wrists. Everything just seemed too unreal from what he remembers. Why have the Gods abandoned him? What did I do wrong, Mars? Jupiter? Lucius cried in his mind.
“Lucius?” Celestia called out softly only to see the Centurion raise his head, small stream of tears rolling down his face. “Lucius?” Celestia called out again only to witness the man charge forward, hands stretched out as if to grab something. Celestia's horn glowed brightly as every Guard and even Luna soon found themselves immobile.
Luna tried to budge a hoof as she witnessed the Human quickly ascend the steps and wrap his hands around Celestia's throat. “Tia! What are you doing? Fight back!” Luna screamed in panic as she tried to fight against this Magical energy that was keeping her pinned.
Lucius soon found himself in a position he long since forgotten. He was overcome with rage and hatred to the point that everything in his peripherals soon faded to black. His gaze and grip solely focused on Celestia as she tried to inhale any sort of air to her starved lungs. Her eyes pierced into him yet never once raised a hoof or defended herself against the attack. “You took everything from me!” Lucius cried as everything that was built up finally spilled.
“You encase everything I knew in stone and reduce my people to ruins!” Lucius practically growled as he closed the distance between the Princess and himself. “Do you really have nothing better to do than bring a dead Soldier back to life? To mock him for your own enjoyment? I've killed hundreds, Celestia, but you are the true monster!”
Celestia only watched him for a few seconds more until her eyes started to roll back moments before a sudden weight was lifted from her. Luna stood over her Sister with her own horn alight. The Centurion flew violently until he was stopped by the much sturdier wall. “Tia? Please answer me, Sister!” Luna begged as she shook Celestia a couple of times until the older Mare began a coughing fit. Luna watched with a relieved look as she watched her older Sister's chest rise up and down.
It was hours till Celestia did finally awaken as she witnessed the Sun slowly dipping behind the Horizon. She was comfortably resting in her bed but it wasn't long until a figure to Celestia's left slowly stirred awake herself. The older Princess tried to repress a painful chuckle as she witnessed Luna wielding some magnificent bed Mane that struck out at odd angles.
“Tia!” Luna lunged for a tight hug as Celestia wrapped her own fore hooves around. “You had me scared to death back in the Throne room. Why, in all that is holy, did you stop both the Guards and I?” Luna asked as she retreated from the Hug to look her Sister sternly in the eye.
Celestia pushed herself up against the bed rest as she remained quiet. What her lips didn't speak, her eyes unfolded in multiple expressions that ranged from despair, love, rage and finally, regret. The Solar Princess just gazed at Luna for a moment before flipping the blankets off of herself and then proceeded to walk out the door only pausing long enough to beckon her little Sister to follow.
Luna jumped from her position on the bed and hastily caught up to Celestia's side. “Where are you taking me, Sister?” Luna asked but never received any sort of answer. It was a bit of a stroll but Luna finally found herself walking amongst the Grand Library within the Castle. Numerous scrolls and hard back books lined the ageing shelves which described most of the known history which was Equestria. Luna watched with patient curiosity as Celestia levitated a few scrolls and books down onto a nearby table.
Luna took a breath in before blowing much of the collected dust off of the parchment. None of the books were marked nor the scrolls but when Luna flipped open the first page she knew that this was Celestia's hoof writing. As she skimmed the pages she realized it was a Diary of sorts with dates and locations for each addition.
“Luna,” a scratchy voice cut the silence as the mentioned Mare tore her gaze away from the books to look up to her Sister. “You are not the only one with a Nightmare within you,” and with those words Luna watched Celestia disappear from the Library in a bright flash.
Lucius sat in the slightly damp cell as his eyes had hours to fully accept the much darker environment compared to the bright and cheery Throne room. Not a single sound besides an odd Rat here and there to fill his ears but it only meant that he was of a select view to resent the Princesses. He knew that he was that close to killing the sole figure that apparently imprisoned him and his Legion but what he was shocked at was how long it took for someone to stop him; why didn't she stop him? It was amongst a few questions that burned through his thought process before a creaking sound echoed in the Jail wing.
Lucius didn't care who it was unless it was some bloody Executioner. He could get this farce of a second chance over and done with so he could be reunited under his Gods and comrades. What happened however was a floating pillow that rested near the edge of his row of large, thick metal bars. To be honest, having Celestia slowly poke her head from the edge of his cell was both confusing and horrifying until she nodded and sat quietly on top of her lush pillow.
The two simply gazed at each other in silence as even the Rats decided that maybe now was not the best time for scrounging. Lucius bit the bait however as he cleared his throat before speaking to the gentle smile Celestia presented him. “When is the execution then?” Lucius spoke bluntly as he pushed himself against the wall so he could sit up higher.
Celestia only shook her head before speaking with a scratchy voice. “There will be no execution, Lucius. I never thought that you'd ever break through the spell but maybe over the years you have silently consumed any leaking magical aura that I fume in both sleep and study,” Celestia spoke before resting her throat once more.
“So you'd leave me to rot to death in a Cell?” Lucius growled at the Princess. “I'd rather cut myself open than giving you the pleasure,”
Celestia raised a hoof quickly and shook her head again to deny him. “I won't lie, my Sister would have you quartered and beheaded, but I will not allow such a thing happen to a man such as yourself,” Celestia explained as she never broke her gaze with the clothed Centurion. “Do you remember the words we spoke to each other in confidence? You words had found a place within me so much that I had plucked your stone form from within your Century. I have to apologize, Centurion, for I not only destroyed all that you knew but plucked you from the very death amongst Comrades that you wanted so,”
It was time for Lucius to raise his own hand to butt in on the conversation. “You decimate my Legion, my Rome and now hold me in this Cell to the end of my days?”
Celestia shook her head again bit more furiously this time. “I wish that I could present you with your own room and bed without the cage but after the charges pressed upon you, there is no longer a situation I can present,” Celestia spoke as she look slightly saddened at the fact.
Lucius paused in thought for a moment as he studied her more thoroughly. Her figure was slender considered her height for an Alicorn species and her coat shone even in the depths of these forsaken cells. Celestia's mane, ever flowing, refused to be still as the soft colours did wonder on the Centurion's eyes. She was beautiful, even to Human standards but Rome didn't give birth to no cross species Legionnaire. Even as he fought any idea of lust, or at least friendship, he noticed the bruised skin underneath her coat that surround her neck. “If you are not killing me nor releasing me, than what are you doing here in my fine company?”
“I want to know more about you, Lucius Maxis Vor, Centurion of Seventh Legio: Invictus. If perhaps we can unveil some of the facts during your time in the lost Legions of Rome, perhaps we can talk as friends in my halls instead of enemies of a war that is far behind us?” Celestia offered as she unconsciously leaned forward like an impatient child awaiting permission to play outside.
Lucius let a huff leave his lungs as he gazed at the unfazed Princess before him. “So I'm some sort of tool discussion in your Forum? Your Library?”
Celestia let out a painful chuckle before coughing slightly. “Trust me, Lucius, you are the talk of the town by now. Not many get to make a fool of several Guards ponies then assault a Princess of Equestria without some word escaping,” Celestia explained before returning to the original question. “You have taken my interest, Lucius, when we very first meet. Your eyes watched me so closely for the entire battle. Your gaze was so sure and sharp as a pin, it was almost impossible to gaze away myself. Your words felt so certain and your devotion was something that inspired me to the point of some idle fancies,”
“I want to know you outside this cell, these castle walls and outside of the constant armour you wear even when you are naked,” Celestia admitted bashfully before swallowing and continuing. “So I ask you again, Lucius Maxis Vor. Would you please speak with me tomorrow?”
Lucius was about to speak again as he had heard enough. Although he knew she had taken a liken to him, more then she should have, it was not too be in this lifetime or the next. Lucius opened his mouth until he truly gazed into Celestia's pleading eyes that practically begged of him in the silence.
“Please, Lucius,” Celestia said as softly as she could with her afflicted throat.
Lucius only let out a long defeated sigh.
Celestia had teleported back to her chambers with a shake of her head before walking to the pedestal that Lucius once stood, ever watchful. In its stead was a armour rack that displayed Lucius' Lorica segmentata along with all of his other gear. Each piece perfectly on display much like a muesum piece than anything else but Celestia knew better. One day, maybe years down the line, this armour would once again see combat with Lucius as it's wearer.
With that, Celestia gave the armour one kiss, blushing like a filly before contently heading to bed.
Celestia sat with soft smile adorned on her face as the Sun's shone down above her. The Solar Princess always gave off a certain glow in the Sun but it was ever the more present when simply siting in the courtyard surround by flowers and a single Cherry tree. She had a single table with a large platter to hold all her necessary Tea supplies and a simple vase for a single white Trillium. The only thing that didn't fit in this morning picture was the awkward Unicorn Stallion looking around with shifty eyes as if expecting a Guard to shoo him off.
“Dear, Fabulinus,” Celestia began for the fifth time that particular morning. “You're just fine sitting here with me considering I'll need your skill as a Scribe,” the Princess tried to reassure the Pony with a dull blue coat and grey mane.
Fabulinus, the Scribe, adjusted his thin brim glasses before replying “I understand that, Princess, and I thank you immensely for the opportunity but wouldn't you want your student Princess Sparkle to handle such an important event?” he asked with trying his best not to sound cowardly or lazy. “It's not every day a being that was alive for most of the Roman Era conflict is willing to tell everything about it. Princess Sparkle would, quite literally, be bouncing off the walls at the chance to learn more about them,”
The Princess quietly giggled at the mental image that was brought to mind of the newly appointed Princess. “To be honest, Fabulinus, I have yet to tell Twilight about this incident,” Celestia admitted before letting out a small frown. “I don't need another Princess trying to keep the Centurion locked away so he may never see light again. My dear Sister is doing quite fine on that category alone,”
“Begging my bluntness, your Majesty, but the Human did assault you and your Guards. From what I have through the grape vine, he held your life within his very hands,” Fabulinus spoke of the events as a chill went up his spine as he imagined the attack.
“He had every right to attack. When I had encased him in stone, he was in mid-battle with an Equestrian force,” Celestia defended Lucius with a cooler mind. “He did the only thing that was natural to him. He attacked any in his way as he plotted to escape the Castle which, fortunately, he did not succeed,”
The two Ponies of two different statures simply agreed in their silence as they enjoyed the warmth. It wasn't long until a Human was marched into the courtyard with both ankle and hand cuffs. Celestia watched as the human noticeably hid his eyes away from the bright Sun which made the Princess frown. Her horn glowed for only a moment as a cloud suspiciously hovered over the courtyard for overcast.
The Centurion took quick notice of it and the soft smile Celestia was now giving him. He quickly put the two together and let out a sigh before shuffling towards the table in his tunic and shackles. A single seat was set out for his Human figure so he simply sat down with his back straight.
Celestia let out a hum of satisfaction before speaking to him. “Good Morning, Lucius. I take it the bath was refreshing?”
Lucius paused for a moment before nodding his head. The shower was refreshing till the buddies of the Guards who Lucius gave a good beating too, decided revenge was in order. The Stallions were smart enough though, as they beat the Human where the Tunic would cover any bruise. The Centurion grit his teeth as his torso protested any unnecessary movement. “It was very pleasant,” he responded.
Celestia gave him a smile as she examined that there was indeed a man underneath all the filth and blood that was caked on his being from the battlefield Centuries ago. Her horn went alight as she released the locking mechanisms on both the ankle and wrist cuffs. With a hum of satisfaction she levitated the heavy shackles to a nearby guard who opened his mouth to speak until Celestia glared at him. “That will be all, Guards. I believe Centurion Lucius Maxis Vor will be a placable guest for the day, I would think,”
Lucius watched as he turned his head towards the two guards to smirk which they instantly scorned at. Theres was a heated moment as the two stared at each other with fury before the two Royal Guards saluted and retreated to the nearby hallway in a frustrated trot.
“You shouldn't tease them or your beatings will continue, Lucius,” Celestia calmly noted before pouring three cups of tea to both herself and the two guests.
Lucius sat in stunned silence before opening his mouth which Celestia calmly explained “If you were them, you'd want some tiny slice of revenge, wouldn't you?” she spoke before taking a dainty sip of her tea. The Human was speechless for a moment as he wondered if Celestia ordered the guards to beat him in the shower or not. He pushed the idea out of his mind however as he turned his gaze to the Unicorn Stallion that remained quiet.
Celestia noticed Lucius new target attention and levitated her saucer and cup back to the table. “Excuse me for not introducing him. This is a Scribe of the Royal Family that is particularly in charge of Old Rome. His name is Fabulinus,” Celestia introduced as the spoke of Unicorn bowed his head politely towards the now unpleasant Centurion.
“What authority does your parents wield to name yourself after a God?” Lucius went on the verbal attack as he pointed an accusing finger at the Stallion. “What authority does your Parents have to allow you such a high name?”
Celestia waved a hoof to Lucius that caught his attention a moment to look at the smiling Mare. “I apologize if his name disturbs you, Lucius, but he is the best Scribe and Librarian I have, short of myself when it comes to the Roman Era. He doesn't mean any offence to you or your Gods,” she tried to appease the Man and cursed herself for not remembering earlier. It already seemed like the meeting was getting off to a bad start.
“Be that as it may be, but you still dishonour the Gods by thinking yourself as so high to them by facading your name as such,” Lucius spoke before crossing his arms.
Fabulinus, who was speechless, could only open his mouth in shock before a magical assistance helped him close it. He heard the childish rumour that a Roman Era soldier had awoken from some slumber and assaulted the Princess. To think that he'd be speaking to a Roman Centurion face to face. Fabulinus coughed once to regain his posture before speaking with joy and hesitation. “I apologize to all the Gods, Lucius Maxis Vor of the Seventh Legion. I pray that Jupiter and Fabulinus will forgive both my Parents and my own transgressions,”
Lucius studied the Stallion for a moment in silence before shaking a head. “At least do a sacrifice to help appease them, for pity's sake,”
Celestia took that tone as a unsteady balance in their overall conversation. It could be better but she knew it could have been far worse by leagues and mounds. She took another sip before watching the Centurion take a sip of his cup although he was much vulgar about doing so. The Princess mearly smiled before asking one of many questions that was eating her up inside. “Where do you want to begin, Lucius?”
The Centurion finished the rest of his drink in one last gulp before letting out a small breath through the nostrils. He was a Legionnaire for over eight years. Many have fallen by Gladius, Shield, Pilum and feet; both friend and foe. He had endured betrayal, the reassurance of a true friend and the true meaning of fear. He has killed Gryphon, Pony, Human and even a Dragon. All of those tales have a start however as Lucius closed his eyes for a moment to draw out most of his memories of old.
“If you truly want to know everything then we shall start from the beginning,”
My father was a Legionnaire of the Senate and the Roman people and was immensely proud. It was one of the traits that my Mother constantly pestered me that I copied my Father so. She use to say “Lucius, my boy. You are like your father, half your heart belongs to family while the rest belongs to the Legion,”
I never fully understood until I officially donned the Centurion helmet more then a few years later in my Career. My journey however doesn't really start with training or a grand battle but with a few words my Father shook into my skull before his Legion was tasked to depart. These words would never leave my mind till the day I die. It was the words his Father gave him and his Forefather before him.
With two sturdy hands on my shoulder and strong eyes that reminded me of iron bark gazed deep into my very soul. It was some of the most tense seconds in my life as both my Father and I gazed at each other in an uneasy tension until he spoke.
“One day your very being will be judged by Jupiter, Mars and all others in the most holy of court. Don't let it slip away,” he spoke as he gave each of my shoulders a firm squeeze. “ Think of me if you are ever afraid,” he finished before pulling me in and giving me a body crushing hug and a kiss on the forehead before donning his helm and leaving our villa with the rest of his Contubernium.
Celestia gave him a soft smile as she could see the only lingering smile the man adorned since being awoken from stone. She extended Lucius another refill as she spoke gently “Your Father sounds like a loving and proudful man. I bet you were swollen with pride to have such a Figure in your life,”
Lucius was quiet for a moment as she finished pouring the tea into the cup. His smile faded back into the steely blank stare he accustomed when recalling memories that seemed so ancient at times. “He was a great man. I would also have embraced him with a tight hold if I knew that was the last day I'd ever see him again,”
Celestia and Flabulinus were quiet as the statement sunk in that the story was going to be turning rather dark if his tone was one to go by.
I was in the middle of my training session when the news hit our Legion. Someone apparently overheard the messenger from the Commander's tent that the Second Legion, my Father's Legion, was attacked. I didn't know at the time but a Slave uprising from north of Roma was stiring across Rome's small Empire at the time. Villa by Villa was being stirred, Slaver camp by Slaver camp.
My Century huddled around the lad who was spreading the news and that's when he spoke of the Second Legion being over ran by surprise. An entire Legion scattered by an increasing Army of Slaves. My blood boiled at the very thought. I lost my Father because some incompetent ruling family fool underestimated his enemy.
Never before had I trained till my body was exhausted and when the General noticed that I was the only one at the hacking post practicing my thrusts late into the night was when he asked me, “Why do you still stir, lad?”
I stopped my practice for a moment to collect myself. I slammed my fist against my chest and saluted my Superior officer before saying, “With the lost of the Second Legion, I also lost my Father, Sir. Mars has charged me with a debt I need to repay to the General commanding the free Slaves. A debt I can only repay in blood,” I spat out with utter hatred and fueled anger.
The aging man stared at me along with his surrounding body guards dressed in full armour. His skin has been overcome with the signs of age but his eyes were sharp. It was the only physical trait the man still seemed to hang onto that could remind him of youth. He cleared his throat once before waving his Scribe to his side. “You are Lucius Maxis Vor from the Second Cohort, Third Century, correct?”
I nodded my head, “Yes, Sir,”
“Centurion Tassios is in his final year of service before his twenty five years is up. Your Family owns the Vineyard properties east of Roma, no? My Wife is rather fond of the taste but my tongue has long since been dulled by food in the Campaigns,” The aged man nodded to his Scribe and signed his seal on parchment moments before rolling the contents back up and tossing it to the Legionnaire. “If you can Command a Century better than your Family produces Wine than I will give you as much blood as you can handle.”
With that signed parchment sealed my fate much like the Gods will upon us. The next Morning and every day afterward was tougher than anything I experienced before. Each day was consumed with Drills, Full equipment marches and endless combat scenarios. At night, Centurion Tassios hauled me to the Cohort's Officer tent. Drills, Signal recognition, Parade Formalities and Formations were constantly reviewed and practiced.
The first time I actually took command of my Century in a fake attack drill was exhilarating. It was amazing attacking as a unit but something else entirely when I was commanding the flow and tempo. Veterans within the Century sat me down and slapped me on the back as they both congratulated and thanked me. They apparently have seen more then a few Centurions who only looked upon the Soldiers as pawns. None of the men in the Century were stupid however; men will die on both sides.
I was full of myself but it wouldn't last.
The Seventh Legion was soon at full strength and orders were passed from the Senate. The Slavers were trying to make a push to the East. It wasn't a far fetch goal that they'd turn to Equestria for support and aid. Everyone knew that the Ponies abolished Slaves and although trying to stay diplomatically neutral, often took in Slaves. It was the Seventh and Fifth Legions that were to intercept and destroy the slow moving army as they tried to move every man, woman and child, from all races, to safety.
The whole mission would have been fruitless if the massive movement of united beings didn't need to feed and take shelter for both the elderly and young. It was decided upon the fields west of the Great River.
Fabulinus halted his penmanship as he recognized the estimated date and battlefield. He flipped open a book and nodded his head solemnly as he risked a glance towards the siting Centurion. The Human was starring right back knowing full well that they were both thinking of the same Battle.
The lull in the moment caught Celestia off guard as she turned to her Scribe noticing the two that were solemnly gazing at each other in understanding. “What battle was this again, Fabulinus?” she asked curiously.
“The Slaughter of Freedom, 748 A.B.” Fabulinus spoke out as any who heard him speak lowered their head in respect.
Celestia hummed in regret fulness as the memory dawned on her conscious. She was away at the Conference of Races to discuss a Continental Peace Treaty which Rome also attended when said battle occured less then a Kilometer from the Equestrian border. “So you were there, Lucius?” Celestia asked although she could already foretell the obvious answer.
“I killed fifty two beings that battle. Fifteen human men, Eight women, Eight Mares, Eleven Stallions and ten Gryphons. To this day I thank Mars as his will that the Leader of the Slaves faced me down,”
Fabulinus mouthed the word that made Lucius practically growl, “Spartacus,”
My Century held firm as the splashing of the Great River behind us consumed most of our thought. The border between the Roman soil and Equestrian soil was but a simple river. Towers that doted Equestria's border held Pony Soldiers watching the battle along with a large Army. Lucius didn't pay any of the Ponies any head though as his objective was in front of him. The Slave Army that was ordered by Spartacus held a long line of both Cavalry and Infantry.
Our own line, with our backs to the River gave us little breathing area but also little chance to be flanked unless the Horses amongst the slaves decided to take a dip in chest high water. I didn't really know at the time but the General probably saved a lot of men that day because of his battle plan. The Seventh Legion were ordered to live up to their name as they stood their line amongst the numerically superior foe.
My blood boiled as my Century stood on the front line with the other Cohorts in reserve behind our own. The First Cohort and all of the Equites and Auxiliaries were hidden in the lush forest to our left. The only thing that I really remember was the General ordering us to hold the line. Not one step back.
I pledged my life to that order. Before me was the very Army that killed my Father and smudged my Family's Pride. I can remember licking my lips before the fight and the nervousness that stretched through the ranks knowing full well that this would be the first fight many in the ranks would be witnessed too, including myself. I didn't get much time to really maul it over in my head when the enemy advanced forwards with shouts and cries for their freedom.
I was never so happy in my life to crush so many Dreams.
“Century! Brace!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as my shield found a familiar home in front of my body. My caligae, with the studs that ran along the bottom, dug into the very soil as the man behind me sheathed his own gladius and placed his weight upon my back. The Slaves first assault crashed upon our shields like a tide of feather, fur and skin. A Mare crashed into my shield as the momentum vibrated through my arm. Never had I felt so alive when, together with the man behind me, I pushed back to send the Mare off her centre. It was at that exact moment I got my very first kill.
I stabbed my Gladius forward but not at the mare but instead to the Gryphon that was assaulting my Brother in arms to my right. My attack struck true as the tip pierced through the jugular, and like a piston my arm retreated and struck again at the exposed throat. I could see the Eagle like eyes staring back at me, terrified, as blood splatted onto my arm.
The moment ended quickly as the Mare was once again upon me as a sword was raised with her mouth for a downward strike. I could tell that the blade was chipped and more then likely dull but it wouldn't matter if it connected to skin. I raised my shield slightly as the blade connected and with practiced ease I stabbed forward with my Gladius to dig it into the Barrel of her chest. My hatred began to flow and for a moment my peripherals began to eclipse in shadow. All I concentrated on was the bastard in front of me until a shrill scream echoed forth from my right. The same man that I helped from the Gryphon fell with an axe lodged into the base of his neck.
I watched in horror as a man I trained with since entering the service of both the Senate and Roman people tried desperately to clutch his neck where the blade was imbedded. It also didn't strike me at first at that moment how exposed I was with the shield to my right was on the ground. The man who killed my Brother charged forth with a dagger now in his hands. I knew that I had only a second to react. I pushed with all my might on my shield to gain some breathing room and then concentrated on the man with the dagger.
I was shocked however as the man was clutching his gut in pain. The man was stabbed by the Legionnaire behind me and as the Slave saw his life flashing before his eyes, a Legionnaire of the Seventh slammed into him with the ball of his shield which sent him backwards.
“I've got your back, Sir!” I heard behind me as a hand was once again placed on my back to help me brace.
I shook my head and focused once more on the situation at hand. After blocking another clumsy swing of what looked to be a simple human women who looks like she had the hands of a weaver rather than fighter, I put the whistle to my lips and blew hard once. “Century! Rank Rotation!” I shouted before pausing to let the cautionary command sink in. “Rotate!”
I watched with pride as the front rank pulled their shields back so the man behind them could push forward. All except myself knowing full well what would happen if they would see my helm retreat behind our lines. I would rather die by the hands of my enemy then live the life of a coward.
“What about their leader Spartacus?” Fabulinus asked as he leaned forward, completely entranced by the story thus far. He had filled pages full of info and personal thoughts as his tea had long since went cold.
Celestia smirked at the Stallion but soon refocused her attention on the Man. Before her was a man openly admitting to not only enjoying in his combat confrontation with an Army of Slaves but that Vengeance was the only way to calm his Father's spirit and Family's honour. She knew it wasn't far fetched as Roman standards for the time period and culture but if Lucius were to walk upon the streets today? Celestia knew the acclimatization to the culture of Equestria today would be difficult for him.
She continued her caring gaze at the Centurion who was avidly watching the ripples within his tea cup. He didn't stir for a moment until she reached out an placed a gentle hoof onto his arm that made him flinch. Was he that clear conscious about the battle or was there a scar deeper than he previously didn't let on? “You can stop if you wish, Lucius,” Celestia offered in an attempt to comfort her precious guest.
“No,” Lucius shook his head at the offer before holding his cup in front of him. “This was where the battle really gained it's notorious name,” Lucius spoke as he tipped the dark liquid onto the grass before him.
The battle carried on and it was obvious that the Seventh was getting overran. Many Slaves fell but Legionnaires that were holding the line were getting tired. My arms were weak themselves as I could remember the horn blast that warmed my spirit. A thunderous scream echoed from a far off existence I had forgotten even existed. The First Cohort charged with Pilas showering most of the surprised Slaves before them. The Equites atop of their steeds raced along the outer perimeter as any hesitant Slave was trampled to death.
It was a welcome addition as a shower of arrows rained down on the masses but just in case, I ordered my rear ranks into a loose Testudo. It was evident that the archers were aiming for the Slave masses but it only took one lazy archer to place an arrow into a friendly; something not uncommon.
What really saved the Seventh however was the delayed assault of the Fifth but my concern was on one sole man. He was surrounded by what seemed to be skilled veterans, no doubt Gladiators. A rock that was thrown at our ranks collided with my shoulder plates but I ignored the dent and mild pain as my sight caught on the approaching target.
Spartacus stood tall and handsome by Human standards which was probably part of the reason his Charismatic aptitude collected so many to his cause. He was armed with a rounded wooden shield and a Gladius which was obviously looted from previous battles. For all I knew, he was carrying my Father's very own blade. My blood that was calmed down after the initial contact with the Slaves began to quickly boil. My grip on my sword quickly tightened as my knuckles whitened.
Spartacus saw me and more than likely my Helm which bore the red hair that symbolized me as my Century's Centurion. I knew in an instant that I was his target and nothing excited me more as my Father's words echoed in my head. My vengeance was at hand.
His first strike was harsh as his shield battered against mine and even though I was starting to tire, it remained stoic in it's defence. Again Spartacus shouted as he slammed his shield with mine but my strength was starting to give as both myself and the man behind me groaned to keep me up right. The Slave General knew he gained the upper hand and I knew that everything needed to be settled quickly before my strength would fail. I couldn't fail before my men, my Legion and before my Father.
I waited as Spartacus came in to strike high and I pounced to thrust forth towards his abdomen. This however was fruitless as Spartacus was obviously used to normal Legionnaire style fighting. He had already relocated to his right and threw his shield over mine and pulled me forward.
I remember the feeling of everything crashing around me. The blue sky above teasing me with it's calm demeanour while the surrounding field reeked of blood, urine and death. All of this was halted as Spartacus raised his Gladius to strike down at me. The Veteran that was bracing me moments before lurched forward, yelling but it would have been too late. It was then that my Father truly entered my mind but not as a Soldier filled with pride but a man who loves his Son beyond anything else. The terror that held me moments ago fled as Spartacus thrust his blade with all of his weight behind it.
Spartacus' blade pierced through my armour plates and eagerly dug through my right shoulder. He wasn't smiling though as we both stood there for a moment as all pained washed over me much like Spartacus' blood on my face. My Gladius pierced through his throat and began to spill it's content on my face like a shower of death. I remember smiling like a fool moments before passing out.
The courtyard was quiet as the party of three let the story sink in. Lucius was quiet but unlike the mood his story had put him as, he was doing anything but smiling. He had been twirling the cup in his hands before settling it back upon the saucer on the table.
Celestia was quiet for a moment as she watched the man worriedly as his silence washed over her thought. The wound that was inflicted upon him obviously wasn't fatal but at the same time he described himself as glad or passionate about his deed of Vengeance. This was his first year in the Seventh Legion: Invictus and already he had one of the bloodiest battles in history under his belt. It was still eight years before the Equestrian and Roman conflict. So many questions ran through her head but one had to be voiced. “Fabulinus, why was the battle named 'The Slaughter of Freedom '?” the Princess asked although she remembered most of the deeds.
The Scribe Stallion coughed once as he regained focus on the situation at hand. It caught him off guard that he had just heard first hoof about the demise of the famous Freedom Fighter, Spartacus. If he had shown his likeness to Spartacus, he was sure Lucius would have his fist down the poor Stallion's throat and yanking out his tongue. Pushing his spectacles up he recalled the battle from all the text books, “The Equestrian General witnessed the battle as the greatest waste of life he had ever seen. After the fall of Spartacus, the Army was further doomed as the purposefully delayed Fifth Legion completely surrounded what was left of the Free Slaves.
“Some fought to the death while others simply gave up. Spartacus' head was shown to every single Man, Woman, Mare, Stallion and Gryphon to show that their leader was no longer going to lead them to foolish freedom. What was left of the slaves,” Fabulinus paused a moment to plan his next words carefully, “What was left of the slaves were crucified from the Equestrian border all the way back to the gates of Roma. A total of Six thousand slaves crucified to remind any slave against such action in the future,” the Unicorn finished with a long sigh.
The quiet between the three was tense before Lucius rose which caused the guards who were waiting along the outside perimeter to close in, hoofs on weapons. The Centurion made no attempt at an assault or any movement as he gazed to Celestia. “So what is your judgement, Princess?” he asked waiting for an honest disgusting look for his actions.
Celestia never did any such action but instead rose to close the distance between them. Her pose was so close that they felt each others breath, their gazes fixed on the other much like the battle that doomed Lucius' Legion. She spoke softly as she searched the Centurion's eyes for fault or trickery, “Did you feel glad or fulfillment when you killed those Slaves?”
Lucius refused to give her any ground as he gave himself pause only for a moment to look at her again. “I avenged my Father and his Legion. I won a battle against Rome's enemy in front of Mars and Jupiter's eyes,” Lucius spoke confidently. “I would relive that same memory again and again not changing a single thing,”
Celestia didn't break her gaze as his answer ran through her mind but she wasn't satisfied. “But how did you feel? How did you feel when you stabbed that Mare? Or that Gryphon? How did you feel when Spartacus fell by your hands?”
“Good,” Lucius answered instantaneously. “I felt alive. I wanted nothing more than my Century to crush our enemies into the riverbed,” he answered without smiling or flinching, without shifting his gaze or profuse sweating. He was serious as the Sun was hot and the Moon was cold.
Celestia was quiet for a moment before softening her gaze. She knew then and there that she was talking to a sane man. Lucius may have been in a dangerous and psychotic event but he was also grounded. He held his virtues true and looked over his Men within the Century. Many of this day and age would be appalled at the Professional Soldier but Centuries of peace would do that to Nations and its populace that didn't know of war. “It takes a killer to know a killer,” Celestia murmured quietly so only Lucius could hear her.
Lucius only nodded his head at the increasingly awkward position the Princess was pressing in his personal space.
“You are welcome to stay in the Gardens, under watch of course, until Dinner is ready. You are invited to eat with both my Sister and I, along with Fabulinus as well,” Celestia invited the man without retreating from their close positioning.
“I decline,” Lucius quickly answered moments before thinking that the Princess was very subtly, sniffing him? He shook his head to both rid the thoughts and the invitation.
“Oh, my mistake, Lucius Maxis Vor,” Celestia giggled as she leaned in further. “I'm ordering you to join us for Dinner,” she beamed before retreating back with a sway to her pillow. Humming she levitated another cup of tea to her lips almost ignoring the odd expression on both Unicorn and Human.
Author's Note
Updated the Glossary again.
If you were wondering why the Slaves with Wings don't simply fly to freedom is that Slavers would often 'Clip' their wings to make them pretty much useless. They could move them, often under pain, but there wasn't enough muscle to really fly with them. Only rare 'Specimens' would be allowed to keep their precious wings and were often sold at a higher price.
Celestia sat at the long oak dinner table with a pleasant smile as she levitated a spoonful of potato salad on to her plate. The last of the sun's light easily brightened the decorative dinner hall. It was an absolutely perfect setting for a relaxing dinner if it wasn't for a growling sister and a Roman Centurion silently glaring at one another. Celestia chose to ignore it however before humming happily at the chefs latest potato recipe.
"Sister, remove this criminal from the table at once. Having him here is an insult both to you and the Royal Family!" Luna demanded as she raised an accusing hoof at Lucius who crossed his arms defiantly.
"I committed no unwarranted crime! Your Sister casted me into stone amidst a battle then hid me away in her room," Lucius defended himself verbally as his plate remained clear of any food. "I would have you wake up in the same predicament and act accordingly!"
Luna scoffed at the very idea and easily waved her hoof dismissively. "I am far too fierce a Warrior as to be caught by such a simple spell! You Humans think yourselves so high and mighty until you have to contend magically beings,"
Lucius only rolled his eyes in disbelief at the claim. "Rome and her people would have won the war if your Princess didn't step in! Only one General in all of your armies was great enough to really give enough challenge but after his demise the rest of your Ponies crumbled under the weight of a true professional army!"
Luna slammed a hoof on the table which caused a bowl full of steamed and buttered asparagus to almost smash upon the marble floor till Fabulinus caught it within his magical grip. "If I was there, your Legions would be but bugs under my Royal Hoof shoes!"
"What was that? I couldn't hear you because you were on the damn Moon!" Lucius spoke as his hands clenched the edge of the oak dining table tightly.
Luna was about to retort with something equally offensive before some one coughed loudly. Lucius and Luna turned to see that Celestia was simply smiling with her iconic soft expression. It was quiet in the room which Fabulinus thanked a thousand times over in his thoughts.
"As much as I enjoy both of you getting to know each other, could you please be quiet for at least, oh I don't know," Celestia gazed at the expensive looking clock hanging high between two decorative windows. "Five or so minutes?"
Both Luna and Lucius returned to glaring at one another before lowering their attention to their own plate.
"Thank you both," Celestia said before levitating a small portion of pumpernickel bread onto her plate. "So how was your day, Sister?" Celestia asked as if the whole argument never even occurred in the first place.
Luna took a breath in to calm her nerves before turning to her older sister. "I managed to finish the rest of my paperwork and even invited Twilight and her Friends to come visit for a weekend," Luna spoke mischievously as she gazed down the large assortment of food to her but was satisfied with her Sister choking on the wine she was drinking.
Celestia, for all her merit, was never one for lies both politically and internally. Twilight has always been a caring individual although her methods or reactions were not always the 'norm'. She wanted to wait until she 'broke in' the Human before telling Twilight about her new companion.
Luna continued as she relished the semi-misery she inflicted upon her poor Sister. "She should be arriving on the first Train tomorrow morning if her usual personality is anything to go off of,"
Lucius switched his gaze back and forth between the Princess' until he silently groaned. He turned toward the only other Pony who was simply trying to enjoy his salad with Cherry Tomatoes. "By the Gods, who are they talking about?" The Centurion asked as Fabulinus gazed up from his food.
"Princess Twilight Sparkle lives in a small town less then a day's travel by train from here. She's a close friend and confidant of both Luna and Celestia here in Canterlot," Fabulinus explained before levitating another forkful to his mouth.
Train? Twilight Sparkle? Lucius only blinked a few times with confusion before concentrating once more on the Princess'.
"Oh yes, I also forgot that our Niece Cadence and her Husband is also coming for the weekend," Luna spoke once more as she fully enjoyed the expression Celestia was coming up with.
Celestia only groaned before closing her eyes to think about all the trouble that was going to occur during one weekend. She could however sabotage the train tracks coming from both the Crystal Kingdom and Ponyville. Knowing both the other Princess' however, she would also have to put up an anti-teleportation barrier around the Castle if not all of Canterlot. She opened her eyes once more to look at Lucius, the one prize from War she found worth keeping. His short brown hair, obviously military standard, was thick even with the evidence of it receding. His sun kissed skin that bore the same kiss of war was rugged with both muscle and scars. His eyes however is what truly kept her attention as she smiled at the hazelnut coloured eyes that we're gazing at her oddly.
Lucius watched as Celestia opened her eyes once more to simply stare at him, almost dreamily. The very prospect that had invaded his mind irked him but having the Princess romantically interested in him could have benefits. The first benefit evidently him being alive but he could use her feelings to escape. Perhaps one night when she wasn't expecting it, he could slip past both bed and sheets to flee the Castle.
The prospect of Escape however jauntily danced around his thought. If what Celestia has said was indeed true, he would have no home to return too. Rome was no longer Rome. A desecrated and separated puppet nation with little to no pride in her heritage. As dishonourable as it may seem to his past employment, he could take back up the sword and roam as a mercenary but in a continent that has known peace for so long, what need would someone have of him? Maybe some rich fool to show him off like some sort of prize or a criminal looking for some extra muscle. Neither sound appealing in the least.
"Lucius?" A soft voice called out as the Human stirred awake from his thoughts to see Celestia looking at him with slight concern. "If the food isn't to your liking than I can always ask the chefs for something else," she offered as her Sister gagged at the show of affection and concern.
Lucius was confused for a moment until he realized his plate was still bare of any food, although most of the occupants of the table have already eaten their share. Inside his mind he simply let out an exaggerated sigh as he knew the only way to gain any sort of freedom was through the Solar Princess. Doing his best at a genuine smile, he reached for a simple salad and olive oil.
Celestia watched him eat in the peaceful silence as she could easily tell how deep in thought the Soldier must have been. It was a continued peace until Luna decided that enough was enough.
"Hurry with your meal, Prisoner. Your cell beckons for your return," Luna smirked as it seemed she was the one with the last laugh. Her smile lasted long as Lucius glared at her while she smugly drank from her wine glass.
"Oh nonsense," Celestia chirped. "Lucius shall sleep with myself tonight," she spoke seductively which caused most of the wine within Luna's mouth to immediately propel over the food. The Solar Princess couldn't hep but snicker as her revenge was completely and utterly satisfying as Luna coughed up whatever was left. "Lucius, you shall follow me to a guest quarters. I have already legally pardoned your assault and your actions in the war against Equestria are hear by nullified,"
Lucius only sat with a mouthful of lettuce in surprise. Were the Princess truly this trusting? Did they honestly not expect him to not conduct any assortment of escapes?
"Of course you are legally bound to house arrest for a month unless pardoned by both Princess Luna and Myself or under guard of no less then a section of Royal Guards," Celestia finished her long speech as she took a dainty sip from what was remaining of inside her wine glass. "Basically don't leave the castle without me," Celestia summed up with a smile.
The Centurion could only swallow what was left of his meal and nod his head.
"You cannot be serious, Tia!" Luna protested as she levitated a dinner fork threateningly close to Lucius. "How can you trust a Human so much even after all he did? It is insane to even think about!"
"First of all," Celestia levitated a fork to deflect away the potentially dangerous dinnerware. "I trust him because I know him," Celestia explained which made even Lucius raise an eyebrow in confusion. "I trust him as much as I trusted you the day you returned from the moon with regret and apologies,"
Luna could huff in frustration and throw forks into the wall all night but she knew her Sister better than anyone. Celestia was one Mare that doesn't want many material goods in this world even though she is a Princess but when she does set her on something, she goes in head first, damn the consequences. Why in all that is the night's glow did it have to be the Human? "And if he stabs you in the night with a fork?" Luna proposed the scenario with deadly seriousness.
Celestia could only let out a huff before levitating the fork back down beside her plate perfectly in place. "If it happens, it happens," she spoke before turning her gaze towards the Human almost as if she was pleading for some sort of back up.
Lucius was at an awkward standstill within the conversation. His eyes switched from Luna's to Celestia in quick successions as he tapped a finger on his leg. "I don't know what to say but this. I want to return to my Rome even it is nothing but a disgrace of what it used to be," Lucius began and as Luna and Celestia were about to say something he simply rose his hand to stop them, which thankfully did. "If I don't seem like a reasonable citizen worthy of Roman standards by the end of the month's arrest, then cast me back to stone. I don't have my Rome or my Legion so the last favour you could give me is my rightful sleep,"
The room was quiet as all the heads were quiet and in deep thought. Luna was excited at the thought of such a trial and slowly nodded her head at the idea. Celestia on the other hand was slightly more worried about the future. She planned on simply subduing her sister into submission verbally and than slowly worm into the Centurion's heart to conquer him but this made things slightly difficult. It would only give her a month to make him want to stay by her side so he could forget about his notion about old Roman glory.
A rough couch echoed through the room as all eyes turned to the almost metaphorical invisible Unicorn. Fabulinus had resorted to pushing some of his meal around on his plate knowing full he couldn't excuse himself until the Princess' did. "I beg your forgiveness, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, but perhaps I could shed some light on this?" He interjected with some hint of wisdom to the already starved, ridiculous conversation.
"Please do, Fabulinus," Celestia beckoned with a returning, but weak, smile.
"Perhaps I can tutor Lucius Maxis Vor? I am a neutral party in the grand scheme of this trial. Perhaps I can be one of such a jury when the end of the month long arrest comes to an end?" Fabulinus proposed as he witnessed both Princess' arch their eyebrows in surprise before turning back to the Scribe.
"What kind of tutoring do you have in mind?" Luna asked as she shifted in her seat to better speak to the Stallion.
"Lucius has missed over two hundred years of Technology progression, Culture progression and the natural shift of Countries since the collapse of the Roman Empire and Humanities role in all of it," Fabulinus explained in the most logical manner he could compose.
"So be it," Luna spoke as she pushed her chair out from the diner table. "A month from tonight shall be your judgement, Lucius Maxis Vor. Best prepare yourself," and with that final word in, Luna trotted towards the door where one of her Night Guard was waiting for her. "Goodnight, dear Sister,"
Celestia waved lightly before smiling, "Have a good night, Luna,".
The room was silent for a moment before Fabulinus decided to take initiative and pushed his chair back silently. "Thank you, your Highness, but I must prepare myself for my new job to tutor Lucius. May the gods watch over you, Lucius," Fabulinus spoke before taking his leave.
Sub-consciously Lucius responded "To you as well, Fabulinus," before smacking himself as he let the words escape his mouth.
Celestia waved to Fabulinus as he exited and Celestia nodded to her remaining guards and made a shoo motion with her hoof. A stubborn Sergeant gave a back a stern look in defiance before Celestia used her tried and true puppy dog eyes. The guard simply scrunched up his nose in frustration then left the two alone with a echoing clasp of the door shutting close.
Lucius sat with his mind in a clustered, unfocused manner. If it was combat he'd have priorities and everything else would simply fall into place but it was this kind of fighting he was not especially accustom too. He slowly turned his gaze towards Celestia who was happy enough to just sit calmly in silence with him as company. "Why do you trust me so much?" Lucius asked as the silence made him succumb to his curious urges, especially now that they were alone.
Celestia was quiet for a moment as she studied his expression. "I like to think I know you more than anyone else alive or dead. Many nights I have sat in bed looking up to you as you stood with your last moments exactly where you wanted to be, in your Army, your Legion," she began as she levitated a large cushion beside Lucius side and made her way to sit beside him. She was close to him but without the claustrophobic feeling to it but one could accustom it to being clingy. "Every time I poured my magical essence into your very being, I always gained a feeling back in return,
"But you said that your magical energy accidentally leaked into my Statued self?" Lucius interrupted as he gave Celestia a quizzical expression.
Celestia simply waved a hoof before sipping on her wine. "I may have told a simple white lie. I leaked any left over magic from the day into you before falling asleep, which I must say is an excellent sleep aid," Celestia snickered as she gave the Centurion a pat with her feathery, yet soft, wing. "I often got regret, anger, accomplishment, failure and sadness in return for all of the magical energy but there was also love, care and kinship amongst all the swirling bad emotions,"
Lucius ignored the fact that the Princess was closer than he'd like as he digested the new information. However he ran such a thing through his mind however, it was unclear how he should proceed with the Mare. "Why do you take such a fancy with me?" His question was blunt as he drank whatever wine was left in his glass knowing full well that he may need it.
"I don't know," Celestia simply stated as she humoured herself with a small smirk, the wine obviously having an effect on the Alicorn. "At first I simply thought of you as a great mystery worth restoring. Our conversation before I did my final assault upon your Legion made me feel untold sorrow. I felt like I could have known you on such a deeper level that the moment you turned to stone, it was my obligation that you didn't turn into some museum piece.
"You may not believe me but when I first got the silly notion of any sort of relationship with you, I poured my magic into your statue. I will never forget the first emotion you gave me through the feed back," Celestia smiled deeply as she thought back to those long years ago. "It was happiness and contentment. It filled me with a warmth that I thought only the Sun could match. I was so over whelmed that I even slept at your feet that night on the marble floor beneath,"
Lucius didn't know how to take all of this emotional jargon. He had his legion and after the Equestrian Campaign he was going to find a decent maiden in her teens and start a family in his families estate overlooking the vineyard. It was the standard for Roman Citizens and he was going to keep the Family going. The Equestrian Campaign obviously changed all that and now he was stuck with a persistent creature outside of his species.
"Do many Humans mate outside of our species in this day and age?" Lucius questioned although he feared the answer if anything Celestia and Luna have said were to be true.
"Yes, in fact it is almost common place now that a Human is interested in opposite species as much as the same one," Celestia said with a warm smile as she sense that this question was asked for a certain reason. The Solar Princess lit her horn as a large scroll popped into existence in the sir before them. With a simple levitation spell the Princess moved multiple plates and dinnerware for the unrolling scroll.
Lucius gazed with amazement as before him was the most illustrated map of the continent that he has ever seen. Every detail was so flushed out and exact, every elevation of mountains and every city, town and village. His hand grazed across the map in amazement before it came to a shaking stop.
Celestia watched his finger stop over a small nation with bold lettering called 'New Rome'. It had three provincial lines that had split the nation like a pie; a slice for each survivor. The room was quiet as she gazed at him with worry as he ran a hand over what used to be his beloved home country. Each slice had Equestria, Gryphon Kingdom or Germaneigh to indicate who each slice properly belonged too.
Anger and fury burned within the old Legionnaire's heart. It was his home! He fought, killed, bled, cried, sweat and died once for her! He lost friends for the Mother he knew as Rome; he lost his Father for her. He was about to rip the map when a soft, pure white hoof pushed his fingers up the map until they reached a country named 'Kanada'.
"Kanada is governed by and populated by a mix of Human and Tundra Wolves. It is a welcoming nation that often par takes in fishing and hunting as a pack but relishes visitors as they welcome it as insight," Celestia eagerly explained in the hopes it would distract his wary heart and soul. She noticed he stopped his ragged breathing which made her continue by pulling his hand down to Prance. "The Prench is a neighbouring country to Germaneigh who cherish both culture and culinary arts. They also like to think themselves the ultimate players of love," Celestia snorted at but didn't say more.
Lucius just silently listened to the information as she continued.
"Here is Germaneigh, although I'm sure you know that well enough. Just like Prance, they are mostly a Pony and Human mix although a rising numbers of Gryphons have migrated there. Apparently it was a welcoming warrior society without the constraint of actual species regime,
Celestia dragged his hoof to another spot in the mountains that he also remembered quite clearly. "The Gryphon Kingdom still stands ever vigilant and stubborn. They are the only nation on the Continent that still endorse a strict Species superiority. Not many other species live there though I hear grumbling of unhappiness from old traditions preventing trade and free travel,"
"Bloody birds," Lucius simply muttered before huffing out in aggravation.
Celestia simply nodded her head so to simply end the conversation. The map vanished from view as the two sat in silence as Celestia gazed at Lucius intently as she ran a few things through her mind. She didn't need a psychiatrist or a Genie to tell her that the Map had brought and she knew one thing to make a Soldier's pride truly shine. "I have a gift for you, Lucius, but it is in my personal chambers. Would you escort me there so I can give it to you?"
The Centurion could let out a loud gulp as she watched the Princess saunter her way to the Dinning room double Doors that led to Gods know what. Would she really try to pursue this fancy of his being her mate and potential marriage partner in such a quick fashion? Whatever his mind was thinking however was soon drowned out as he found he had one foot constantly walking before the other. A small group of guards trailing behind as they kept their attention to the Human who was now free of any assault charges.
The walk was a mixture of awkward quiet and nervous tension as he wondered how he was to react when the Princess was no doubt going to press her advances. Perhaps the guards were going to lock the door behind the Human, effectively trapping him. It was also possible that the Princess had already drugged his food or drink and was simply awaiting for the effect to come to light.
All the inner thoughts came to a sudden halt as the Princess paused in front of a large decorative door that held many pictures of the sun and dancing ponies within the said Sun' warming light. As far as doors went, it was easily one of the most decorative ones. Celestia didn't waste much time as she magically pushed the door open and the fireplace instantly began to glow with a small flame; eventually roaring to a bright life.
Lucius stood at the door for a moment with his back straight, hesitant to walk into what could be a risk towards his escape. It didn't take long till two hoofs shoved him forward. Teetering forward, Lucius halted quickly only to find with a turn of his head that the doors were now closed. What stood before him though was a sight he wasn't sure he'd ever see again in his lifetime.
Celestia stood beside the armour stand with a beaming smile. She almost giggled when the look of pure amazement and joy easily washed over him. "I tried my best to keep it as clean and polished as possible. I've made sure to replace any broken or torn laces and even fashioned a red cloak for you!" Celestia admitted like a school filly as if showing a project she was immensely proud at. "I even fashioned a cloak for you out of spider thread! The dye in it was tricky but over the last century, I've managed to figure it out,"
Lucius was completely stupefied beyond words. His armour before his stone imprisonment was beaten, bloodied, mud caked, scratched and had many of its laces torn or starting to at least. It stood in front of him now completely cleaned and even had a light shine that came with the polishing job. It reflected the fireplace brilliantly to the point that he couldn't help but see the time and care that was placed into it. Then his eyes were caught onto the cloak that held such a rich colour of red he couldn't help but remember the day he first witnessed the Seventh Legion's Standard flapping proudly in the Spring air. Lucius, throwing caution to the wind, closed the distance and ran his hands over the strips that made his Lorica Segmentata.
Celestia finally indulged her self and released a few giggles as she witnessed the Centurion slowly run his hand through his helm's red hair plume. Her pride swelled as his hands moved to the cloak that almost glided like silk across his fingers but was as strong as steel. It cost the Princess a hefty coin to the Spider Queens but well worth it. It had taken her years to sew such a cloak with such fabric and the blacksmiths a decade ago crafted the very Aquila Brooch to hold the Cloak.
"I still do not think I should have been revived from the stone," Lucius spoke in a whisper as his hands rested on the shoulder strips of his armour.
Celestia's ears flopped over as he spoke and only began to move her lips in some sort of saddened plea.
"But," Lucius paused to have Celestia practically hanging on his words. "I will try to live this life till the Gods truly decide to remove me from my mortal coils," he turned his head to give the Princess a genuine smile.
Celestia gave her long and majestic wings a single flap in excitement before smiling back. "Well, what are you waiting for, Centurion?" Celestia teased with a hoof to his side, which it seemed that he didn't mind. "Don your armour and show me a true Legionnaire,"
Lucius didn't need a second thought as he undid the straps and began the process to secure his chest piece. A constant smile was plastered on his face as he tightened his greaves and the manica on his right arm. It was at a certain point he stopped to look at a strap on his back that was magically being tightened by a Mare that was softly smiling. Lucius quickly turned away however knowing exactly what this seemed like. He had seen his Mother do the exact same with his Father. His thoughts of emotional attachment ceased when he felt the warm cloak drape over his form, a gleaming gold Aquila Brooch keeping it firmly in place.
The room was quiet but there wasn't a hint of awkwardness or displeasure. Only his helm remained as Lucius slowly pulled it from its perch atop the armour stand to deeply gaze at it affectionally. He chuckled when he remembered this helmet being so uncomfortable the first day he was issued it. Slowly he placed over his head to feel his body completely at peace since he had awoken.
"Handsome and intimidating," Celestia giggled. "A deadly combo indeed," she said in almost a whisper as she took in the full stature of the man in his armour.
Lucius grinned but otherwise turned to Celestia, "I have to thank you, Princess. I honestly thought I was to be executed or forever doomed to a dungeon," he began, his hands at his sides.
"Please, just Celestia will do fine," the Princess asked with a smile.
"Well, Celestia, I plan on making the best with what I have and I'm starting with the Month I have here as your guest," Lucius said as he stood with a confident smile and a face full of determination.
"I hope to see you a month from now as good friends," Celestia said although Lucius knew that she would want to be much more than that if he'd let her. "Their is one more gift I can give you," Celestia levitated a bottle to Lucius side which he held before him, awed at the wonderful blue glow it gave off. "This is Dream Cloak. It is designed to keep others out of your dreams, a particular Alicorn for instances," Celestia offered with a suggestive wink and flutter of her wings before opening her door with a simple glow from her horn.
"My armour and a good night's sleep?" Lucius humoured. "Such gifts must deserve something in return?" The Human turned at the door way as the Guards watched stupefied at his new, and threatening, wardrobe.
"It does," Celestia purred before levitating his Helmet off his head and quickly nuzzled the side of his face. She felt the stubble of his face as she could only smile very contently as she was a step closer to what she wanted. Celestia retreated from his face but not before giving his cheek a quick peck. Pleased at both his shocked expression and her internal jumps of joy, she levitated the helmet back on and sat on her haunches. "Good night, Lucius Maxis Vor, Son of Rome,"
Lucius stood dumbfounded for a moment until a guard coughed for him to recollect himself. Snapping out of his intimate stupor he straightened his back and nodded to the Princess. "Goodnight, Celestia, Princess of Equestria,"
Celestia watched with her door open as two guards escorted the Centurion back to his own guest room. The only Pony other than her cleared his throat before giving her a concerned, yet stern, look. Celestia noted the Sergeant At Arms giving a look she has seen more than once or twice when she did something out of her usual character.
"Princess, I know he might mean something special to you, but you must see that he could be dangerous," the aging Stallion spoke. "He has years of training and more actual combat experience than most modern Armies today. How can you place your heart, patience and trust in his hands?"
"Because he put his very soul into fighting for what he loves and believes. Even when certain death had stared him in the eyes," Celestia explained as her mind went back to the trying day. "He simply smiled and went to his family, his brothers. I knew from that day, he was the one my Father wanted for me. I've waited many years for a being that I could honestly say that I wanted by my side in this life and the next,"
The Stallion stood there with a frown before sighing and giving the Princess a defeated smile. "You are only persistent on a few subjects, but I've known you long enough to understand a losing battle. I will support your decision, Princess, but I doubt many, including your Sister, will be as understanding. Perhaps within the month he can prove himself?" He spoke as to an old friend who smiled back to him.
"We will see, Sergeant, we will see," Celestia laughed before starting to retreat back into her Chambers. "Oh, and Sergeant? Prepare the new Recruits for a guest tomorrow," she spoke mischievously as they both wore smirks.
Author's Note
I apologize if many of you were hoping for some action but I need to start developing characters and progressing the other side of the plot! We'll get back to action soon!
Like/Dislike! I also would like to hear some comments because other then friends, I'm flying blind(ish). I know you History Buffs probably want to correct me here and there because I know I must have missed something.
Lucius fell through a sea of silk black canvas as his hands waved and legs kicked for all their might to hit any sort of surface. For all his exertion however, he was rewarded with nothing but the same feeling of emptiness. What feeling Lucius couldn't place in his heart was the content satisfaction of simply flying. If at the bottom of this dark pit was but a horrible death when gravity caused an object like Lucius to careen towards it, than there was nothing he could do but enjoy the fall.
With a relaxed breath and an unfamiliar smile crossing his face, he simply stretched out his arms like a bird and let his legs dangle naturally. It was a sort of peaceful, if not morbid, feeling as he truly let go of his worries, his cares and his affections. It was the most purest from a human could have; to simply be.
It all came to a sudden end as his fall ended in a sudden surge of cold water. Eyes shot open and his arms worked quickly to orient himself to his surroundings. Much like the air he had himself falling through, the water was simply dark as if the deepest parts of the Sea. Panicking, Lucius waved his arms through the liquid as the oxygen in his lungs was starting to become completely consumed.
A grasp at his arm and a strong pull forced him from his watery grave as the Centurion now felt the sand in between his fingers and the warm Sun's light on his back. The mere Mortal coughed whatever liquid that was caught in his system before he gazed up to a site he almost cried at. Before him was his family's Villa along with the stretching Vineyard that accompanied it!
A renewed essence of energy and strength in the Soldier's legs found himself in a sprint. As he came to the front door he practically broke it down to see a large open hallway that had greeted him many times as a young lad. "Mother!" He cried out hoping to see his last living close family. To have her crush him in a hug and remark on how he had grown again since the last time she seen him. "Mother?" Lucius cried again but with some hesitance as the building remained deathly quiet.
"She's dead, Son," a voice unfamiliar to Lucius' ears called out calmly although no figure appeared before him.
Lucius immediately let his training take over his body; face killed of expression. He widened his stance slightly to centre his balance and readied his hands to fight any threat that invaded his home. His eyes searched every doorway just waiting to be jumped at with a weapon.
"Calm yourself, Lucius Maxis Vor, Son of Lycus and Senia Vor. Centurion of First Cohort, Seventh Legion," the calm yet firm tone carried through the house like a wave. "Son of Rome,"
"Who are you?" Lucius barked back, still at the ready. "Show yourself, Coward!"
As soon as the words left Lucius lips he was sent flying like paper from a hurricane wind. His back collided painfully with the wall as his breath became sharp. Lucius collapsed to his knees as pain echoed through his muscles and bone. His breaths became heavy before he regained his footing to the shock of a man over Seven feet tall.
"Stay your fists, my Son," his voice commanded as his large palm encompassed Lucius' balled fist. With ease, the larger man of fair skin simply pushed the Legionnaire's hands to his side. "Your fighting skill, although exemplary, is not needed here. I need your sharp wits and a steady soul," he asked with a calming smile before turning and motioned Lucius to follow.
Lucius for the better part was dumbfounded at the giants height yet perfect humanoid shape. The man had skin as fair as the gods and muscles that could break the purest iron sword with ease yet his body still seemed slim. His short, dark wavy hair stuck to his head as if his years were spent wearing a soldier's helm. The simple red robe he wore, much like a man of the Senate, hugged his body as he made his way through the building and to the patio over looking the crop field.
"I apologize if this approach seems too direct or perhaps sudden, Lucius, but I also know you have had many of such trials lately," the man spoke with a chuckle at the end as if recalling a memory of his own. "I brought you here for an importance that concerns everything you hold dear. Your family, your Legion, Our Rome and your potential future as well,"
Lucius listened although with a reluctance to voice his words as he gazed out to the fields that were being kissed by the beauty of the Sun.
"Rome, what is left of her beauty, is now marred in fruitless bloodshed, debauchery of political struggle and absolute pathetic sense of peace," the Man who was calm and collected furrowed his brow and let a fire ignite in his eyes, a fire Lucius was glad that it wasn't looking at him. "Everything you fought for is now for ruin and the people who once thought the self proud, are now begging and pleading. Our backs, broken. Our faith, shattered. Our love, diluted. How does this make you feel, Lucius?" The man asked as his gaze shifted without him turning his head to look upon the Centurion.
"Furious," Lucius spoke without thinking as he found his hands in a tight fist; knuckles white as bone. "A lot of good men died for nothing in the end," the Centurion muttered as if a bad taste was left in his mouth.
"It is why I summoned you here, Lucius," the giant of a man spoke as he turned and placed a hand on Lucius' shoulder, the other on his heart. "I, Mars, Father of Rome and Her Legions order you," the God of a man started before correcting himself. "Nay, I beg of you, Lucius. Save Rome!"
Lucius' mind went like a blank slate as his mouth unhinged open and his eyes widened upon the God's declaration. Sense soon found a hold within the Soldier's body as he dropped to his knees and prayed to the God before him. "My Lord, I am not worthy to be in company of such magnificence," he spoke clearly before a hand easily pulled the Mortal back to his feet.
"Lucius, you have been a favoured Son to me, and your father before you," Mars spoke firmly as he gave Lucius' arm a squeeze to drive the point home. "You alone are the last man to pray to Jupiter and myself which has given us strength we haven't felt in a Century. You alone are the last true Roman and possibly the only one who can save this great land from a force of evil that hasn't shown it's face in two Centuries,"
Lucius, still taken back from the situation at hand, could only search the troubled face of his God, Mars. "What could a simple Soldier like myself simply do, that a great God cannot do?" Lucius asked from his deep curiosity.
"I'm dying, Lucius Maxis Vor," Mars admitted sadly as he gazed fondly like a Father gazing proudly to his Son. "My powers are limited and my reach upon the Mortal realm is very thin. The faith of the Roman people, wavered and sullied with greed, has forsaken her Gods and with it, our essential essence to look over Rome's well being,"
Lucius tried to speak but his words failed to make anything more than a simple stammer before silencing himself. A bleak look had fallen over the Roman as he simply gazed to the ground he had increasingly felt fake and distant. "Is Rome destined to crumble and die? Are my People meant to simply fade away or become lost to foreign influence to the point of no self recognition?"
Mars was respectfully quiet as he gazed at the Mortal before him. He witnessed Lucius, the Last True Roman, simply recognize the true fact of Rome. The god simply did the only thing a Father would do to comfort a friend and family member, he extended his arms brought the mortal into a comforting embrace. "Your Father also had lost his faith in his people on one of the many battlefields. He found it again however, when he was brought home to you. The safety of his home was secured by the shield in his hand and the muscle that he wield it,"
"Now I must ask something from you, Lucius," Mars continued as the Centurion collected himself and steeled his gaze. "An enemy threatens not only Rome but all of the Species that live in peace. You must be the shield of their hopes and the Gladius to keep this Empire at bay. They will enter with a flare of lightening and force of a hurricane,"
Lucius quirked his head to the side slightly in confusion at the mission granted to him. "What enemy? If it is of flesh and bone, I can kill it,"
"This enemy is one you have fought before and defeated but fate will grip your life in her hands, Lucius," Mars spoke solemnly before looking at the setting Sun, nodding. "Our time is at a close, my Son. I'm glad we have had a chat before you return to Celestia and the rest of your travels but before you go, I shall grant you with but a shard of my power," Mars spoke before placing a hand on Lucius right arm; around the shoulder blade.
Lucius was confused once more before he felt an extreme spout of pain erupt from where the God was touching. It was as if his very body was being exposed to the hottest furnace, molten metal coursing through his veins.
"If ever your afraid, I will guide you home,"
Lucius opened his watered eyes to see his true Father smiling at him before everything went dark.
"Lucius!"
With a shake the Human awoke with a startle as he witnessed a Guard above his modest bed granted to him from Celestia. Lucius shuffled in his bed as he tried to remember where he was as he gazed around frantically.
"Calm yourself, Lucius," the Guard spoke again as he raised a hoof as if to stop the Human's frantic movement. "You are requested by the Princess to accompany myself in over watching some new recruits train today. Apparently the Princess thinks you need some fresh air," the gruff voice explained as he moved his way to the doorway without further delay.
Lucius, for all his worth, simply paused to breath before flexing from a dull pain in his shoulder. His hand acted on reflex as it grasped the shoulder but instead of feeling blood or possibly a tear in the skin, he found it was as if he was simply by the fireplace for too long.
"By the way," the guard spoke up pointing to Lucius. "You got a nice tattoo there,"
Lucius arced an eyebrow in confusion before turning his head to fully inspect his shoulder. Raising his arm he realized with wide eyes that perhaps the dream he had was some more material than he ever suspected for he had Mars' Spear and Shield proudly displayed on his right shoulder in what seemed was bold black ink. Stupefied, he only muttered his thanks at the guard before pulling the blanket from over him and went to the bowl of fresh water to splash over his face feeling the stubble that grew. Settling on simply cleaning himself the best he can, he'd worry about shaving later as he leaned on the desk to look at his armour that awaited him in the Morning's glow.
The heavy wooden sword struck against the Human's shield that reverberated through Lucius' arm. The blow had strength behind it but it almost seemed like the Recruit was simply swinging randomly at his opponent, something that a Veteran would exploit. Lucius waited for the Earth Stallion to strike again in the predictable pattern and as the blow struck the shield, Lucius rushed forward to the point that he had his knee raised up till it rested under the Pony's chin.
A clapping of hooves echoed in the arena as the current Instructor spoke up. "Did you see what Recruit Wellspring screwed up? He let his attack pattern become too predictable to the point that he left himself open to a planned assault which in this case, would have shattered his jaw and mostly likely, a good assortment of teeth," the gathered Guards-to-be chuckled and smacked Recruit Wellspring on the back when he rejoined the circle that circumferences the fight pit.
Lucius stood in the ring with his wooden shield and sword as he mostly kept quiet. He'd beaten every Recruit that the Instructor had sent at him but it was to be expected. It was like sending a Puppy to defeat a grown Lion. Granted, with time, training and experience the Recruits could become skilled fighters if they chose to chase the career but experience is something you cannot teach. Riots or drunks can only get you so far but wars and conflicts will make your will into metal.
Drowning both his thirst and the instructions the older Stallion discussed, Lucius gazed around the Recruits until he found one odd Mare that made him lower his water skin. Her gaze was fixated on the Centurion in the ring to the point that he soon felt an itch on the back of his neck. Their staring match was interrupted when the aging Instructor came between them.
"Centurion! I said are you able to continue?"
Lucius only nodded and pointed to the Unicorn Mare who smiled at the declaration. The instructor paused for a moment as he narrowed his gaze towards the Mare. Lucius noticed and it would seem like there was something amiss as the two Ponies nodded to each other before she entered the ring.
The dark green Mare with a shaved mane and a cropped tail simply lit her horn as two swords levitated before her. A wild smirk adorned her face as she started to square off with the Human in small, confident strides. Her eyes searched and examined every part of the Human before her as the Instructor blew the whistle to begin.
Lucius wasn't a fool when it came to battle. The Mare before him has seen combat and he knew it. Her pose, her eyes and the spacing she gave her opponent were too practiced that it could only conclude that she has fought, more than likely with two blades as well which would explain the look the Instructor gave her. Lucius mind went blank as he raised his shield to block an incoming strike and angled his sword to deflect a swipe from another.
Her onslaught was relentless as each blade swipe pushed the Centurion to the edge of the ring. Her smirk grew wide as she watched his left sandalled foot come mere centimetres from crossing over the disqualification line. It had been less than fifteen seconds since the start and it already seemed decided. That was until she caught something unexpected speeding at her. Her smirk disappeared as she squeaked and ducked her head to see the circular shield fly directly where her head was seconds ago.
Lucius was on the assault in a flurry of footsteps as he threw his wooden sword to which the Mare dodged by shifting herself to the right. By this time, Lucius had gained all the ground lost and more as the Mare went wide eyed in shock and surprise. Over two hundred pounds of Human and Metal was sprinting in her direction without any indication of stopping and all she could do was panic.
The Unicorn raised back on her two legs which only made the Instructor groan and cover his eyes with a hoof.
Lucius collided with the Recruit by the midsection and carried her in a tackle as they both collided into the ground. The Mare exhaled sharply upon impact with the ground and before she could react with her fading magic, the Centurion quickly coiled his body around her with one arm locked around her throat. The Mare gasped a couple of times before tapping the Soldier in quick succession.
Lucius only exhaled sharply before releasing his grip and uncoiling his legs from the Mare's midsection. The Recruit laid there for a few moments sharply taking in breath before shaking slightly to get back on to her hooves. Her smirk was long lost but was now replaced with a glare as her horn went alight once more to levitate another sword to her side.
The Instructor had seen more than enough as he went to intervene but it was too late.
Lucius was quick and efficient with his strike. His hand flashed out and quickly grasped the Unicorn violently by her horn as she screwed her eyes shut tight in pain. It was like a magical flame being extinguished as the Sword fell uselessly to the dirt. Just as quickly as it started, the Mare's little show of resilience was squashed. The Centurion released his grip as the Mare only glared daggers back at him before tenderly rubbing her precious horn.
"Any opinions on the fight you all just witnessed?" The Instructor spoke out loud but only got wide eyed and amazed looks as the entire class witnessed the star pupil get beaten. Even the instructors had troubles with the Mare when in the ring!
Lucius spoke up quickly to put the final nail into the Mare's cocky coffin. "She underestimated my ability and assumed she knew everything about my combat style. Her assaults were accurate but lacked some strength behind them. Another thing you Ponies often do when shocked or in a panic, is do that thing when you raise yourself on your two back legs. Never do that to a Human. Your centre of balance is thrown so far off that a stray breeze could knock you over, much like I just demonstrated,"
The Instructor smiled and clapped his fore hooves once. "Exactly!" He cried as he motioned towards the lone Human. "We teach you Honour, Pride and Justice but you must understand that when it comes to life or death, bite the bastards if you must!"
Lucius narrowed his eyes as he recalled his life in combat. "I've killed plenty enough to know that if you want to be 'Honourable' in battle, don't go to war. When your stepping over the dead and wounded to push the enemy back, you'll understand. The feeling of stepping on a crying man who," Lucius paused as the entire ring was silent and staring at the man with shock, disgust and bewilderment. The Centurion could only steel his gaze at the crowd before exhaling slowly. These Ponies knew nothing of fighting and probably never would. "Never mind," he simply groaned before straightening out his armour.
"Alright, you lot! Gather the practice weapons and stow them away!" The Instructor ordered which caused the Recruits to snap out of their gaze and immediately start gathering equipment. The Instructor however returned his gaze to the Human and simply nodded to him which Lucius nodded back before turning which caused his cloak to flutter in the air for a moment.
Lucius walked briskly and was soon flanked by a group of four Royal Guards.
Fabulinus and Lucius sat at one of the many unused tables in the Royal Library. An extraordinary stack of books along with charts were spread amongst the table top. The Stallion had to give the man some honest credit; he studied hard. The Human wasn't exactly smart when it came to mathematics or much of the initial principles that governed scientific fields but he was a problem solver. It was interesting to see the man work at something much like a hive of Ants. Lucius had an obstacle before him and his prize, Fabulinus joked that it was Celestia, ahead of him. From there the Human worked tirelessly to do two options, remove or detour. Much like water, he would take the path of least resistance.
What made Fabulinus flinch slightly was when the man brought that mentality to the battlefield. How many enemies turned in shock to see a flanking Century charging at them, Lucius at the front? He dwelled on the thought for a moment until Lucius halted reading what was left of a certain chapter within a history book. It was very vague but the Centurion had officially been caught up on everything he had missed since his imprisonment. It was around 9 A.M. when they had started and it was only a couple hours away until dinner was to be served.
"By the Gods," Was the only thing Lucius could think to say as his thought concentration swelled with everything he had learned. The fall of the Roman Empire, The Species Peace Treaty, return of Princess Luna, and many other events. Apparently after the fall of Rome, peace was one thing on every single persons mind; even the stubborn Gryphons agreed to it. The trade roads re-opened and many places flourished with a booming economy.
All the places except Rome, it would seem. Peace was fantastic but rebuilding was expensive. The Roman coffers were splurged to the parent country that owned each section to help pay off the war debts reconstruction efforts. Lucius even noticed that Celestia wasn't above that as she seemed just as eager to take from his Peoples pockets. Should he have expected any different? It was war and for all that he was expecting, was the rape and burning of the entire Roma province.
The only thing he had to personally thank Celestia for, was the actual care of the Equestrian governor who overlooked their slice of Rome. The mare that overlooked the Province tried her best, it would seem, to judge over a troubled populace fairly. It was less than what was giving from the other two diplomats who cared little in the overall mood for their section. Riots were suppressed, violently, and any sort of regime change was stomped into the ground.
Fabulinus was now regretting showing him anything that particularly had to do with Rome after the Fall. He believed he wasn't in immediate danger but he could read those eyes after many hours by his side. The man was doing what he did best, he was problem solving and it was easy to tell what the problem is. He greedily read about military advancements, arms and armour. Another book opened to Generals and certain strategy but Fabulinus could only hear exasperated sighs from the Human. Without war, there's was little to no chance for an inspiring leader to develop interesting battle plans.
For another hour, the Human stayed glued to his seat with an almost completely melted candle for light. It wasn't until a hoof gently touched his arm was when he was taken aback from his surroundings. The natural light of the Sun had diminished and the candle, although bravely, was about to run out of its wick. His eyes turned up expecting to see Fabulinus but instead was greeted by a soft smile.
Celestia had been watching him study away peacefully for almost fifteen minutes after ushering Fabulinus away for him to rest. The Human she admired simply sat with his Helmet on the table, the candlelight through the helms hair almost inspiring a certain beauty in it. His body, although scarred and rough, seemed at peace when his mind dutifully worked away with the vast information he was obviously taking in.
Fabulinus didn't say a word as he gave a look around only to notice there was no one else in the library. Feeling more comfortable in the moment of knowing they were the only two here, he gave her a small smile. "I am to assume the Librarium is closed now?" He asked before siting straight for what seemed like hours if the sound of his bones snapping were any indication. He let out a groan before blowing out the candle and placing his helmet back onto his head.
Celestia could only let a small laugh escape her as she watched from his side. "I'm sure Fabulinus will be more than pleased to let you in here again tomorrow if you'd like," she said with amusement in her voice. "However, I am to believe you even skipped lunch since you were face deep within the books?" She asked with an accusatory, sly smile.
Lucius raised a hand to protest but knew that she would probably win any sort of verbal confrontation of his well being. He simply opted for a nod of his head and standing, draping this cloak over his form. "I take it we are about to have another pleasant dinner with your Sister?" He asked barely trying to hide his dislike of the Nocturnal version of Celestia.
Celestia simply waved a hoof to dismiss his troubles. "Luna is a great Mare once you both take down your defensive mechanism you have deeply placed within your selves," Celestia preached as she levitated the door open for the Centurion as he practically marched out. It was a walk she was comfortable with as she knew all too many military types that had a certain strut unlike more peaceful citizens of Equestria. "The real trouble about this dinner however won't be from my Sister. I have a Niece and her husband coming along with seven other of my close friends for this dinner," she spoke but with much more unease than earlier.
Lucius caught on quick as he turned his head to see her looking nervous. "Let me take a guess. You want me to be on my best behaviour for your guest?" He asked before letting out an exasperated breath leave his nostrils.
"I just want this Dinner to go by as peaceful as It possibly can," she explained although Celestia didn't like being this blunt in the matter. "Luna should be quiet around so many others so I doubt she will try anything. Everyone else should be on their best behaviour," she explained further in the hopes of making it seem less like an order and more of a friend asking a favour.
Lucius stopped before the dinning room doors and stared at Celestia whom simply gave a pleading look. As it stood, he could be childish and simply stamper off to his chambers, screaming and hollering or he could face this head on. The true option was clear even though meeting knew ponies wasn't exactly top on his to-do list. "I will play nice if the rest of them decide too, Celestia,"
The Mare gave him a heartwarming smile before leaning in to give his cheek a nuzzle, humming as she did so.
Lucius stood dumbfounded once again as the Mare pressed her advances on him with nothing but a stumble of his tongue.
"Alright, Girls and Spike, we are going to be on our best behaviour, right?" Twilight asked as she gave the Ponies who sat around the table an accusatory glance. "Especially you two, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash,"
Both Ponies in question only gave an obvious strained smile but otherwise didn't mention a thing.
"I'm serious you two! No pranks, shenanigans, cup cake eating contests or the likes!" She ordered, knowing them far too well.
"Come on, Twilight," Spike elbowed her gently before siting back into his elevated seat. "If Celestia trusts this Human than he should be an alright guy, especially if the Princesses wanted us to meet him,"
"Yes, dear," Rarity chimed in as she marvelled at the etiquette of the dinner table set up. "I dare say that maybe the fair Princess has even become smitten with the Man,"
Luna, for all her training in both a Warrior and a Princess, was having a hard time from not snickering. Everything she planned was easily coming with her hoofs grasp to show to her Sister the folly of having such affection for the Human. Luna knew she wasn't perfect but when it came to her Sister' well being, be it love or health, she was concerned. This Lucius was obviously not worth it in her mind and she was determined to show every pony else.
All the chatter died when the doors creaked open to find both the Princess walking in together side by side. The Human although slightly tanned, held a moments blush amongst his cheeks before his expression hardened. His gaze levelled on Luna who gave him a smirk back.
"Everyone, this is Lucius Maxis Vor. He is from Rome and is visiting for the mean time, learning from a friend of mine," Celestia announced as she beckoned to a seat beside hers at the end of the table.
Lucius removed his helm and placed it on a nearby tray that stood beside him. His gaze was then shifting amongst the guest as he was treated with a wide array of smiles and some curious glances. It was quiet for a moment before Celestia sat at the table delicately, eagerly eyeing up the food.
"So, Lucius, I heard that your a military man?" Came from a white Unicorn, Stallion who sat beside a soft, pink mare with both a horn and wings.
Lucius studied the two and noted that these were obviously the Niece and Husband Celestia spoke of earlier. Nodding his head, Lucius brought up his goblet of wine to his face but paused. "I am a Centurion of the Seventh Legion: Invictus. I take it by your dress, that you are a serving ma-" Lucius paused in his error. "Serving Pony, as well?"
Shining armour simply let a small laugh as he raised his on goblet with a levitation spell. "Indeed, in her Majesties Royal Guard before I Married my beautiful Wife here," he explained as the pink mare beside him giggled. "But where are my manners? I am Shining Armour and this is my Wife, Princess Cadence of the Crystal Kingdom,"
Lucius gave the two a nod of his head. "Well met," he spoke before looking over the array of food before him. Greenery, assorted vegetables and fruit but nothing even closely related to meat except for some cooked fish that sat close to Lucius' own plate. He didn't mutter anything or curse but the lack of meat in his diet while not life threatening, was becoming something he missed. He never had received fantastic cuts of meat on campaigns but it was often stirred in stew if the Legion was in encampment which always lifted his spirits.
Celestia noted his slight frown as he inspected the food available and instantly connected the proverbial dots. She knew this already but the Gryphon cook she requested was still a few days out. He was returning from vacation and was the only cook she trusted to put any sort of cooked meat in front of Lucius. Celestia, noticing the Human looking her way, simply mouthed an apology which he simply shrugged at before drinking more wine.
"So what is Rome like, Lucius?" Rarity asked before taking a dainty bite of her salad.
"Beautiful and vibrant in the summer," he answered as his mind vaguely ran through the images of his home Villa. "My family owned a vineyard that produced some of the greatest wines that stretched the Empire,"
Luna listened in as the hour dragged on to her dismay. Not only did the assembled Ponies completely show no care towards a Man from two hundred years ago but were actively engaging in conversation. Was she wrong? Could he be trusted? While some of her mind began doubting her most of the fibres in her body screamed no. No one was good enough for her Sister.
Celestia was ecstatic as the hour of pleasant chat consumed most of the diner. She was relatively quiet unless asked a question by Twilight, but otherwise simply opted to listen. All of the chatter eventually died off as the serving staff came in to clear away the main dishes and replaced them with simple assortment of desserts. Celestia, trying her best to look casual, levitated a slice of cake onto her plate.
Lucius casually ate a strawberry as his narrowed eyes examined the small lizard that was siting beside Princess Twilight. Was it a Dragon? Perhaps some lesser Wyrm? The thoughts constantly plagued him but to look at the creature as any sort of threat seemed childish. Placing another strawberry into his mouth gingerly, he simply turned his attention back to the Princess that had chocolate icing on her cheek.
"Hey Rarity, want to see my latest fire trick?" Spike announced after he cleared his plate eagerly of any ice-cream.
Twilight groaned outwardly as she turned an eye towards her number one assistant. "Remember what happened last time you tried a fire trick, Spike?" The Lavender Mare spoke in a cautionary tone.
"Oh come on, Twi! I practiced two months on this simple trick to get it just right," Spike pleaded and soon every pony there seemed interested. "Please?"
Twilight bit her lip for a moment before turning to the masters of the house, or castle in this instance. Celestia and Luna exchanged looks but otherwise smiled. Letting out a small sigh, she forfeited and nudge Spike with a small smile.
Lucius watched with slight interest. He had seen fire breathers before that entertained the noble families but seeing this little Dragon breath spouts of orange and red fire would be entertaining at least.
Spike took in a deep breath and waited a moment for dramatic pause; sly smile plastered on his face before bellowing out his green flames.
Lucius world came to a violent and screeching stop. The green flames reflected off of his eyes as he watched for only a moment, images and dying cries echoing in his mind. The smell of scorched flesh and hair clustered his smell as he stood up, kicking his chair back in the motion. The Centurion moved with skill and determination as he gripped the knife he had for dinner in his hand. In a mad dash he leaped onto the table towards the now startled Spike.
Everyone watched in surprise and shock as the Human who had been staring only moments ago leapt upon the dinning table. Cries and shouts erupted as the Centurion held the knife up to strike down upon the baby Dragon. Lucius, eyes full of hatred and determination, swung the knife down but a sudden jerking motion caused it to imbed into the table.
Lucius clawed and swore in a language only a select few at the table even understood. A soft golden aura surrounded the man's armour as he tried to continue his failed assault upon the Dragon. Every Pony there witnessed the utter hatred and desire to kill in his eyes that they quickly took Spike out of the room.
Celestia kept Lucius pinned with her Magic as she shouted for everyone to leave the room. After everyone left the room upon her wishes she finally let the man go from her grasp. "Care to explain why you just attempted to murder one of my closest friends?" She accused with a hoof on his chest.
Lucius only swatted it away with a free hand as he leaned against the table till his heavy breathing came under control. His mouth remained close however as he simply starred off in no particular direction, his eyes unfocused and moist. His form almost seemed weaker as a sudden weight has been placed upon his shoulders.
Celestia watched his form almost weaken and started to catch on. He was suffering from an event of some kind that obviously still haunted him deeply. It didn't take too long to figure that it had something to do with Spikes flames which further connected the dots within the Princess' mind. Her expression softened as she extended her hoofs to bring the hesitant Human into her embrace. "You fought against his Mother, didn't you?" She asked softly into his hair as she felt the soldier in her grasp almost seem to melt.
"The smell," he muttered out as he simply leaned into her. "I can never get the smell out of my head," he simply, stated before going silent once again.
It was quiet in the dinning room for a long while as the two simply sat in a calming silence. Celestia just did her best to hold him close and gently nuzzle him now and again but to her small enjoyment, he simply leaned further towards her. It wasn't the ending to the Dinner she wanted and knew there would be some repercussions but PTSD was something she knew well enough.
Lucius didn't feel coherent what so ever when he was in Celestia's embrace. The images, sounds and smells just seemed too intense for him to grasp under any sort of control. He had acted correctly, didn't he? The dragon was a threat and he acted thusly. Everything sort of seemed so fast paced that it flashed before him in a frenzied blur.
Luna paced outside the hallway in a small panic as her thoughts ran a mile a minute. She didn't like Lucius and to see the possibility of him and Celestia together irked the Nocturnal Princess. She was hoping the Man would lose his cool one day but never would she hope that it would go down like that. She had used violence once due to jealousy and loathed her choices since. Her thoughts were interrupted when Celestia came out with a human draped over her sleeping peacefully, his Helmet levitating.
"Not a single word, Luna," Celestia spoke with an authority. "He's suffering from PTSD. I put a sleeping spell on him and will place him into bed. Please do me a favour and ask Twilight, Spike and the rest to meet me in my Personal Quarters," she practically ordered before gently making her way towards Lucius guest bedroom.
Luna observed her leave with an apologetic look before turning herself towards the waiting group in the courtyard.
Celestia collapsed atop her bed with slight exhaustion as her half lidded eyes barely cared for her surroundings. The Elements of Harmony were furious at Lucius until the point Celestia had explained exactly what happened except to spare Spike from the truth about his Mother. A baby dragon shouldn't have to deal with such a thing just yet. Luckily, Shining Armour was more than understanding seeing a few cases himself and immediately took her side in the explanation which seemed to calm everypony's nerves.
Celestia however seemed to only let out a breath of relief that she caught the Human in time to reel him in. That night could have gone much worse and she feared poor Spike was now going to live with some sort of inherent fear of Humans. It wasn't everyday a Soldier clad in armour leapt over a dining table in the hopes to plunge dinnerware into your skull. With a last huff Celestia squirmed under her own blankets in the hopes sleep would be much more relaxing until a loud, frantic knock resounded off her door.
"Your Majesty!" A voice called out.
Celestia groaned for only a moment before getting out of bed and opening the door with her magic.
"My apologies, your Majesty, but I bring news," the Royal Guard spoke with a salute. "Some Pony tried to assassinate Lucius Maxis Vor,"
Author's Note
Oh my! Plot device! I promised more action and I shall deliver with even more goodness in the future!
It was odd.
Lucius couldn't really find a better way to explain what he was experiencing. His eyes observed almost endless plains of lush green grass only to be broken up with the odd equally lush trees. He was sitting on a lone boulder clad in only a red tunic as the gentle, cool breeze rolled across his skin in comfortable waves. It was overcast above but the clouds didn't seem to be especially threatening so he didn't really fear any rain.
The Human however couldn't remember how he had gotten to this point however. Odd.
His fingers tapped on his knees as he continued to appreciate the wind. Every attempt he made to get up or investigate his surroundings was meet with an almost insurmountable resistance. He couldn't explain it but for some reason he was content with just sitting. It almost felt like he had been running, fighting, surviving for so long that he felt thin. The only thing that bothered him was why he was here to begin with.
“You seem at rest, Human,”
Lucius didn't perk up or for that matter, show any interest in the intruder. The Centurion simply gazed out to the grass that lightly danced in the wind.
“Lucius?” the feminine voice called out softly as a presence tapped the Human's side.
Lucius slowly turned his head to gaze up to see Princess Luna standing over him. Her eyes seemed to carry concern although it would be the first time he really noticed something other than anger. The Human gave the Princess a small nod in confirmation before turning his head back.
“Lucius, I need to apologize,” Luna spoke softly. “I was inconsiderate. If it is any Pony or Person that should be able to relate, it would be me. To return from a time that is now long passed. Having to wake up to new faces and advances almost to the point of being overwhelming,” the dark Mare explained as she sat back on her flank.
“Princess?” Lucius spoke.
“Yes?”
“Can you alter my dreams?”
Instead of responding with words she concentrated for a small moment to change the scenery to that of a balcony belonging to Canterlot Castle.
“You can do the same, Lucius. Concentrate on what you want to see and it will be so,”
Lucius only smiled slightly as he closed his eyes for a mere moment before the scenery changed once again. This time however, it had changed to one of a Villa that overlooked a large field of vines. The warming and welcoming sun rays washed over the two as the slight breeze returned. The two of them sat on a small bench watching over the field as people were busy harvesting the bountiful crop.
“Is this-” Luna began to question till Lucius held up a finger to silence her question.
A moment afterwards a small boy ran out of the Villa and onto the road as two men on horses had come to a stop just outside. The older man in the iconic Roman armour and bright red cloth dismounted his steed and stooped low to pick up the small boy. The two began to laugh out loud as the Father was successfully tickling the child into large bouts of laughter.
“That is me as a child. My Father just came back from a especially long campaign in Germania,” The Human explained with fondness as his eyes seem to follow the man and child.
“It seems like you had a good childhood,” Luna noted as she seemed to get lost in the same fond daze.
“It feels like it has been one hundred ages since I have last seen him. I always knew age was getting to him but he always seemed more and more aged beyond his years every time he came home,” Lucius explained. “I never really understood why. Now I look at him and wonder how much weight he was carrying. How many times did he have to bury pain and memories before coming home?”
Luna could only nod solemnly as she understand perfectly well about burying emotions deep within, even to the point of self-destruction. Her eyes watched the Father and little Lucius walk back indoors before the world seemed to shift violently. Luna's head whipped back and forth to identify the problem until her eyes fall upon Lucius and the blood that was coming from his chest.
“Lucius!”
Lucius sat up with a loud yell of pain to the point it had knocked whomever that was above him to the floor. Quickly shaking his head of the dizziness, Lucius felt down to notice a dagger sticking out of his side. Loud banging and yelling came from his bedroom door but soon his gaze shifted to the Pony at the foot of his bed rising back to it's feet.
Survival instincts kicked in as the Centurion grasped the dagger from his side and pulled it free. Another gasp escaped his lips before he had to bring the weapon up to defend himself from a short sword. The clang of metal echoed in the room as Lucius was on the losing defensive. Another strike caused his body to ache and he was not numb to the blood that was seeping out of the wound in his side.
“Die Human!” the shrouded attacker shouted in an almost maniacal laughter. The swings picked up momentum and speed.
Lucius watched his attacker even as the edges of his vision began to close in. The attacks were becoming sloppy but he knew that it wouldn't matter if this barrage against him didn't stop and soon. He watched the pattern and waited just like he was taught. The short sword swung down again but this time instead of trying to block it he rolled aside in the bed to hear the blade dig deep into the wooden headboard of the bed.
Curses and other profanities escaped his attacker's lips before it spotted Lucius next move.
The Centurion gathered the remaining amount of his strength and flung all the linen and covers from his bed over his attacker. Like a net over a helpless calf, the Pony struggled to get free with both curses and punching with hooves. Lucius took the time to launch his counter attack by jumping atop the writhing form and stabbing downwards. His own shouts echoed out as his own stabbing picked up speed and ferocity. Pain had momentarily dissipated from his mind as blood lust and adrenaline took over as the sheets had changed from a brilliant white to a moist dark crimson.
It was at this point that the wounded human gave himself a moment to let out his held breath and for the pain to come back in full force. The bedroom door blasted open to a shattering effect as both Princess' ran in with an assortment of both night and day guards.
Lucius gave them a grin before digging his dagger in to the corpse below him with a sickening effect as if it was a scabbard.
“This is unacceptable!” Luna's voice echoed with power along the throne room walls.
“Sister, please,” Celestia spoke with softness as she raised a hoof.
The assorted Ponies before the two Princess sat in silence as the tension hung around the air like a thick fog.
“I apologize, Princess, but my guards still have no explanation or evidence on how the assaulting Pony has managed to infiltrate the Human's room,” a Stallion in gilded polished steel and gold armour spoke with sternness. “It is obvious that magic was involved. The thing is that none of my Unicorn guards could detect it therefore it must have been a very powerful spell including the barrier upon the door,”
“Indeed, Captain,” Celestia nodded sagely as she levitated reports before her. “I do not blame the stoic guards of my Guard nor my Sister's Night Guard. I however am enacting a full inspection of every single staff member of the castle regardless of their station. If this is a anti-human act of a emerging terrorist group I'd rather nip the bud now instead of it festering,” Celestia decreed as she turned to her Sister Luna who nodded with agreement.
“Very well, your Highness. I still insist that I step down from my position for my failure, your Highness,” the Captain spoke as he locked eyes with Celestia and Luna.
Celestia smiled softly at the request. “How many years have you served the Royal family, Captain Trueshot?”
“More then most, your Highness,” the Captain replied.
“It is because I trust your judgment, Captain. You have proven a stalwart defender and tenacious soldier in both peace and conflict. I doubt I'd have any other by my side during times like this, dear Pony,”
The Captain gave a harrumph but otherwise smiled. “If you wish it then, your Highness, I shall assemble the full garrison for inspection?”
Celestia nodded and with that the Guard bowed, donned his helm and left the throne room for his duties.
“This still brings up the discussion of the attacker. Any leads, my little Ponies?”
“Your Highness, I'd like to bring to every Ponies attention,” an elderly Mare Unicorn spoke as she raised a large picture for all to see. “My staff and I are in charge of investigating the weapon and I have to bring up something interesting that was brought up,”
Celestia gave the Pony a confirming nod.
“Thank you, your Highness,” The Mare brought up a pointer to the picture of the weapons. “If you all look closely, you can see this image on both the weapons,”
Celestia and Luna both studied the image closely. It was the six sided star of old that demonstrated each of the Elements of Harmony however something was different. There seemed to be a seventh icon that Celestia couldn't recognize that was in the centre of the star.
“We have been studying the symbol but have yet to identify the origin of it. No known extremist group or gang is affiliated with the symbol nor any Nation,” the Mare explained.
Luna raised a hoof to gather the room's attention. “Perhaps the symbol is something far more ancient than we know?”
The white Princess let a hum of thought before pointing to the director of the Royal Archive. “Director, gather all your assets and delve deep into the records for anything about this symbol,”
“Right away, your Highness,”
“What about the corpse of the attacker?” Luna asked. “Has the attacker been identified?”
“That is the most disturbing part, your Highness,” a young Stallion in armour spoke up. “Upon discovery of the body, it has shown that the body was faceless,”
Celestia gasped out loud along many in the court.
Luna however was wide eyed for a different reason. “Lieutenant, was both the face and cutie mark missing?”
“Yes, your Highness,”
Celestia turned to her Sister in hidden confusion but Luna was deep in thought. Ignoring her for the moment, Celestia turned back to address the crowd before the rumour mill would consume them all. “If that is to be all, I bid all of you to return to your tasks. This case is to be considered confidential, any who are caught discussing it to those who do not have the right authority will be dealt with harshly. I will be expecting reports with every development. Court, Dismissed,”
As a group, the Ponies bowed to the Princess' and then orderly evacuated the Throne room except the assigned Guards.
Celestia took this time to turn to her Sister with concern. “What is it, dearest Sister?”
Luna tapped a hoof on the arm rest of her Throne before turning. “I vaguely remember reading something about 'Faceless' Ponies, something akin to mannequins. It was something very old however since I recall reading it before my cold banishment,” Luna explained as she slowly retreated from her seat and to a door where her personal guard awaited.
Celestia followed Luna with her gaze before Luna stopped before the door.
“I spoke to Lucius in his dreams,” Luna spoke softly.
Celestia's ears perked up but she advanced with caution. “Sister,”
Luna let out a small smile “He is homesick. A vessel lost at sea,”
Celestia didn't respond with words but simply nodded with her own soft smile.
“I will not come between you two, Sister,” Luna spoke as her gaze shifted to the window that shown the return of Princess Luna and the memories that flooded her with it. “I may not agree with everything you do but you are all I have left. If he makes you happy then so be it,”
Celestia watched as Luna left the throne room before developing a small fit of giggles. Despite all that is going on, Luna was worried about that? Celestia loved her Sister with all her heart, even more than Luna probably knows. It was when her thought returned to Lucius did she frown. The Princess wanted nothing more than to have the Centurion hang up his armour and life the rest with peace. The dream however was proving hard to chase but perhaps it is one worth chasing?
“So she failed?”
“Yes, my Lord. My resources tell me that she managed to injure the Centurion but could not finish the job,” a hooded and shadowy Pony spoke to a large mirror that has a beautiful dark oak border.
“No matter,” the Mirror responded with a eerie echo. “You are to continue your observation on our target. We will have another chance,”
“Very well, my Lord. Shall I arrange some Pony else to take care of this matter?” the mysterious Pony asked with a bow.
“No. I have a vast amount of agents at my disposal. We have made our move in this game of Chess and now it is time for them to make theirs,” the Mirror almost seemed to chuckle at the thought.
“Your will be done, my Lord,”
With a magical push, a drape was moved over the mirror to match it with the surrounding decor.
Lucius leaned against the railing that looked over Canterlot. Now and again he would grunt from the pain but whatever the Ponies had given him was amazing when it came to nullifying the pain. The moon was high in the night sky and it bathed the world in a radiant glow. The City below was filled with a soft glow of street lamps and candle light. Thankfully it was quiet as it gave him time to think about his situation.
He remembered the map that was shown to him and wondered which way Rome was. Where was his home? Where was his kin? His comrades?
Dead.
He didn't want those thoughts trespassing in his head but the truth couldn't be denied. The truth however cemented his future and what about his dream meeting with Mars? Save Rome? How? Was Rome not already gone? The questions plagued his mind. He didn't know what to do and that is what bothered him the most. He was a problem solver so nothing was more infuriating than a puzzle with missing pieces.
His rush of thoughts seemed to be so distracting that he honestly didn't even realize someone approaching behind him till it was too late. A golden aura enveloped him and with a gentleness, he began to both levitate and rotate to see a frowning Princess that had all her Royal accessories removed.
“You should be sleeping,” Celestia hounded with little amusement.
“My mind is plagued. I doubt I will be getting anymore sleep,” Lucius answered but complaint or not it seemed he was destined for the comfortable and welcoming bed covers. He was not alone however.
Celestia had followed after him. She was gentle knowing full well that both the Centurion and his injury were anxious. The Princess slowly closed the distance until she rested her head on his chest.
“Prin-” Lucius began to complain until Celestia gave a small hush.
“I want to listen to this heartbeat. I almost lost you today,” Celestia spoke out softly. Lucius could feel the sadness drip from every word. “You may think me folly, but I love you, Lucius,” Celestia breathed as she felt the moisture build up in the corner of her eyes.
Lucius laid motionless for a long moment. He didn't really know how to respond. He couldn't honestly say he loved her back. The Centurion thought about it but he knew the dishonesty would eventually tear him up inside. Images of his Father came to him.
'Think of me if ever you are afraid '
Lucius doubted being a coward in this situation but the thought of his Father calmed him non the less.
Instead of words he did what he did best. Action. He slowly brought his arms around the back of the Princess neck and her barrel to bring her in closer. Her fur felt great among his exposed skin and the tiny gasp she let out was a pleasant surprise. The Princess' horn however had to be evaded but for her credit, it didn't seem as sharp as he feared.
“Thank you, Lucius,” Celestia whispered while in his embrace as the two fell into a deep slumber.
Clattering of swords and bashing of shields echoed from the training grounds as the warm sunlight cast down on the Guards at they sparred away. Grunts and shouts were being made as some pressed their attack and others desperately tried to hold their position. The Unicorns had their Range which to practice their spell casting in a safe manner. All of them being observed by their instructors and superiors which corrected any misstep or exposed opening.
It was comforting in a Soldierly way. Lucius wasn't engaged in any of the practice combat but was instead watching with a critical eye from his balcony spot. He sipped away on his tea while enjoying the shade. Now and again, the Commander of the training regime would gaze up at the Centurion but they never exchanged any words. Lucius nodded to him once and the Guard pony did the same.
It had been already a few days since the attack and he had been hounded by both Celestia and Luna to stay in either in bed or with either of the Princess at all times. They could call it whatever they may but he knew it as babying. He knew that he was lucky to be alive but to treat him as a precious vase by keeping him away from any danger in the slightest was gaining infuriating tension between himself and the Royalty. The wound had already been Magically attended too by Celestia personally but she insisted that he remain bed bound. In the last three days he had been caught several times trying to escape to at least stretch his legs.
The Centurion let out a huff as he finished his tea and placed it back on the nearby side table.
A cough happened from his side but Lucius only gave the Pony a roll of his eyes.
“I apologize, Lucius but I've been ordered to return you to Princess Celestia's Bedroom for rest,” The guard spoke as he motioned for the door that lead back into the keep.
“And if I say no?” Lucius questioned before pouring himself another cup of Tea.
“We are not trying to threaten you, Lucius,” The guard spoke up again with an unexpected plea in his voice. “We have been ordered to report to Princess Celestia if you choose not to follow her wishes,”
Lucius let out a small hum before looking back to the training ground. “Before we leave, can you explain why have yet to hear anything about my attacker?”
The Guard pursed his lip slightly before turning to his comrades as they simply shrugged.
Lucius threw back his cup to drain the remaining contents of his Tea before standing in his tunic. “Lead away,” he ordered in frustration.
Nothing. She had Nothing.
Celestia only groaned at the amount of head way that her investigation team had regarding the Assassination. The attacker was unidentified, the symbol on the weapons have yet to be aligned with any known faction. She magically placed all the reports back in their correct places before standing and slowly walking to the window.
All the Castle personnel had been scrutinized but none of them had even a flick of evidence to prove that they had any involvement. Thankfully Twilight and her friends had no idea the incident had even occurred but considering what happened to Spike, she knew they had their own problems. Shining Armour and Cadence thankfully had already left before the incident.
As thankful she was for all of her friends to be safe, she was also frustrated at the lack of evidence to follow. Her only lead was Luna's hunch on the symbol that was on the pommel of both the weapons.
Letting out a long sigh she levitated her reading glass from her muzzle and placed them on the table. What she needed right now was someone just as frustrated as she was. Lucius had slept with her ever since the night of the incident and every night they had cuddled until sleep caught both. She knew that the Human was perhaps not ready for a relationship but if it was something Celestia had perfected over the ages was the art of Patience.
The Alicorn knew however that the Centurion needed to some time outside which was something she secretly planned. Celestia let out a hum and prayed that Lucius didn't do anything between then and now.
Lucius poked and prodded at his salad on his plate before finally looking up at the two Sisters.
Luna was reading what seemed to be a very old tome of sorts as she levitated her food from her plate. Celestia hummed a soft tune in between sips of her wine as she gazed off obviously deep in thought. A silence had mostly governed the evening meal when he usually had been used to the two talking about their day. It was obvious Luna had the governance of the night and Celestia, the day, so it only made sense that Dinner and Breakfast were usually spent in chatter. This Dinner was however absent.
It was at this point that Lucius made his move. Lucius stood up moved away from the table without a word and made his way towards the door. He could already feel several eyes fall upon him as he made his way.
“Lucius?” Celestia pondered with soft concern.
The Human clad in his red tunic had stopped before the double door and turned with a small smile. “Yes, Princess?”
“Was the meal not to your liking?” Celestia asked as she gazed down to his plate. “I can ask the cooks for something else,”
“No the meal was as great as ever. I, however, need some fresh air,” Lucius spoke before turning towards the door. With a great push he made his way out and down the hall flanked by his assigned guards. He didn't get very far till he heard the fast pace of heavier hoof steps approach from behind him.
“Lucius, please,” Celestia pleaded while shooing her guards as politely as she could with her hoof. “What did I do to upset you so?” her eyes pleaded with the human as she watched the Centurion huff out.
“It's not so much what you have done as what you haven't let me do. Celestia, I am healed yet you hold me in behind the safety of this damnable castle walls. You even forbid me from doing any sparring or by the gods, even sleeping alone!” Lucius explained with his voice raising in anger. “I understand my position. I am under house arrest for crimes I committed but if you do not stop smothering me, I swear I'll lock myself in the dungeon,”
The Princess gazed back at him with shock as his words wormed their way towards her heart. She had thoughts about it but her brain always stamped it out. His safety is her top concern. He must be protected. Celestia waited two centuries for him to return and she feared losing him for good.
“I do this for your own safety, Lucius. Some vile Pony had attempted to take your life! Can you not blame me to see you out of harms way?” Celestia asked with ears folded back.
The Centurion stared back at Celestia with the same intensity.
“I do not blame you for your care or concern,” Lucius spoke more softly before rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Celestia breathed out a small sigh of relief seeing his shoulders slump slightly. “I plan on making a surprise visit to Ponyville tomorrow. Would you join me?”
Lucius was quiet for a moment, his eyes observing deeply into Celestia's violet eyes. With a last huff of resignation he smiled slightly. “Do you promise me that you will keep your smothering only to the bedroom?”
Celestia couldn't help but let out a surprise giggle as she covered her muzzle with a hoof.
“The way you say that would make a Pony think that we have gone farther than we have,”
“We would have if I let you,”
“I am not that shallow!” Celestia scoffed as she gave the Centurion a playful slap on the arm.
Lucius chuckled softly before gazing into the violet orbs once more as she did the same. A quiet hung in the air but it was not filled with tension like it was inside the dinning room. Celestia held a soft smile and admiration her eyes. Lucius gazed back with what she honestly suspected was care and happiness.
He may not love her yet but she knew there was a part of his heart that belonged to her, if only a small bit for now.
“What time do we leave?” Lucius coughed into his hand which Celestia smirked at.
“Early. I'll send guards to wake you,”
Lucius gathered his more stoic face once more. “What should I expect from Ponyville?”
“It won't matter. The unexpected will happen anyway,” Celestia answered with a small chuckle which only caught Lucius confused gaze. “You will understand tomorrow,”
“Fine, you win, Princess,” Lucius shrugged his shoulders. “I am going to practice in the training ground before bed,”
Celestia raised a royal hoof and opened her mouth to protest only to stop as Lucius glared at her. The Princess gave out a huff in resignation but instead lite up her horn which caused Lucius to levitate to her waiting hooves. She gave her favourite Human a long squeeze as she nuzzled the side of his face with affection.
“I love you, Lucius Vor, no matter the trouble you cause,” Celestia breathed out as she felt his arms wrap around her sides in kind.
“This is your chance, Celestia. If you continue to love me, I might accidentally set things on fire,” Lucius jested which caused Celestia to giggle in his ear. She released him and with a smile waved as he walked away from her leaving a moment to let out a haggard breath. The smell of him lingering on her to her pleasant surprise.
The Princess gave herself a moment longer before regaining her composure to reenter the Dinning room.
“You didn't mount him, dear Sister?” Luna spoke with a smile as Celestia's regal form was shattered with shock much to Luna's pleasure.
Lucius sat on this own bench aboard the train dressed in his full Centurion attire. He had made sure his helm's plumage was correct and that his already impeccable armour was clear of any dirt or excess smudging. Celestia protested him bringing his weapon and shield but her words fell upon deaf ears. He wouldn't admit that being Celestia's weak spot was fortuitous but he never really pushed her unless it mattered. He was in public so he was going to represent his people in their full glory regardless of Rome's position, or lack of one.
Celestia sat opposite from him as she gazed out the window admiring the sights. She honestly expected the poor Centurion to be cursing and generally panicking about being on a train for the first time. The Princess was pleasantly surprised however when he had simply let out a long hum but otherwise observed the passing scenery. Forgetting about the weapons, it had been a rather good start to their day. She could physically see the Man was excited even under the years of tempered military training and experience.
Perhaps this trip will be great for both of them.
“It happens tonight then,”
The hooded Pony agreed with a slight nod of his head as he faced the mirror.
“Princess Celestia and the last Centurion was seen leaving by train this morning,” the Mirror echoed out the words in a spine tingling cackle. “This world will burn,”
Celestia hummed happily to herself as the small but famous Ponyville town was quickly coming in to a clearer picture. She was flanked by only two guards for the day considering she wanted the visit to be a surprise but knowing Twilight, she'd somehow know. The Princess was half expecting the doors of the train to swing open to shops on fire and a Hydra running rampant. The mere idea of Pinkie Pie happily hopping around amidst all of that made the Alicorn mare giggle to herself which caught an inquisitive stare across from her.
“What is the joke?” Lucius questioned as he gave his Lorica Segmentata a final look over.
“Oh, I assure it has nothing to do with you,” Celestia mused as she regain her composure. “Ponyville has a reputation to have odd things happen to it on a regular basis. Normally the residents can handle it, especially with the Elements of Harmony,”
Lucius listened to the explanation before returning his vision outside the window once more. While he didn't show it, he was completely fascinated with this Train machine. He remembered all his lessons from the scholars about the Legions and their baggage trains that would follow the Roman Soldiers until Gaius Marius did his famous Marian Reforms. For their day, Roman's were the ultimate in Soldiering. Every Legionary was also a builder and to that effect where ever they went, often roads have followed. Ponies and Gryphons may fly but when it came to moving armies and supplies, you called the Romans.
“The Ponies that were at dinner the other day live here correct?” Lucius asked as he felt the train starting to slow down.
“Yes and I do hope Spike has been doing better. I received a letter from Twilight and she seems to think that he is getting past it,” Celestia responded trying to gauge the human across from her.
Lucius gave a nod of his head but otherwise didn't relinquish any emotion.
“I know that there is memories within your mind that still shake you. I am not asking you to just forget or pretend that it never happened but please if at any time you feel like the anger or desperation comes up again, that you come straight to me,” Celestia spoke softly as she leaned slightly closer to the Centurion.
Lucius gave out from his nostrils as he looked back before nodding.
“Excellent!” the Solar Princess beamed with a pleasant smile before standing to her full height and headed towards the doors of their train car flanked by her guards.
Lucius stood shortly afterwards and marched behind the Princess with shield in one hand and the other on the pommel of his Gladius.
The joyous sound that Lucius heard from the door way suddenly went quiet. His interest peeked, he slowly moved around the side to see that the sudden appearance of the Princess stepping off the train car had any surrounding pony in shock. One of Celestia's guards gave a loud clearing of his throat which caused all of the surrounding ponies a low bow.
“A wonderful surprise attack, it seems,” Lucius muttered in a whisper.
Celestia smiled just a tad wider as his words. “My little Ponies! I wish all of you a happy greeting. Please rise and continue enjoying the day!”
Lucius watched as the Ponies regain their composure and quickly made their way to whatever place they planned on. As the Royal Princess walked among them they gave their greetings and happy blessings. None of came directly to the Princess but Lucius suspected the Guards and himself put a slight stop to that. On their way to Twilight's house which he was told, was a massive tree, he noticed a Pony now and again giving him an odd eye. Most of the Ponies didn't even really care due to Celestia's bearing but the few that did seem to give him a moments thought put him slightly on edge.
He didn't trust a single one of them.
Celestia finally stopped at the large tree and firmly knocked on the door three times. No one needed to be an expert to know that inside was a Mare completely freaking out. Some pony most of came to warn the poor girl as soon as the Princess stepped off the train.
Celestia projected an aura of true Royalty as she sat on her haunches softly humming a tune while patiently waiting.
Lucius tried to make a reach for the door handle only to have a golden aura encompass his wrist to pull him away gently.
“We have came unannounced. She deserves at least a moment to organize her self before appearing,” Celestia explained only moments before Twilight opened the door in a furious movement which almost seemed to crack the door handle off.
“Princess! Lucius! Great to see you two! Please come in!” Twilight Sparkle invited as she seemed to try and tame her mane. “Tea, Princess?”
Lucius ignored the two mares talking as he observed his surroundings. It seemed much more homely then he first suspected but he could still see how it can be a Librarium. There was plenty of literature on the numerous bookshelves to contend with the populace. He couldn't imagine however that being the over seer of the place was to demanding however.
“Lucius?”
The Centurion pivoted to address the voice.
Celestia gazed up to him with her soft smile. “Tea, Lucius?”
“Please,” Lucius responded once more before taking his spot at the table. He placed his shield down making sure it was never farther then an arm reach away. His helm was placed on the table as to not get in anyone's way.
Twilight levitated a pot and three cups out with a strained smile before placing one at each.
Lucius gingerly sipped away at the beverage as the two mares chatted away. He was listening but he would be lying if he was paying any particular attention. Spike was no where to be found and he was thankful for it. While the young Dragon didn't may not be his mother, the sins of your parents were something hard to erase. Lucius knew he had to apologize but that didn't make it any easier.
Luna gave out a rather long yawn as she was up hours early than usual to help Celestia with her work load. Considering it was a Sunday, she didn't fear too much of it and while no pony wanted to admit that the Investigation was going cold fast, it was doing exactly that.
Their only lead was the weapon symbols. It still bothered her as the images danced in her head. She read all the Equestrian tomes and scrolls but nothing came up. Frustration was built after each page flipped.
The Nocturnal Princess let out a long sigh before picking up another report about a land dispute before the doors leading into her study room were knocked upon. After permitting entry, a pony in Gilded armour entered the room and saluted the Royalty.
“Princess, I think we may have a ID on the attacker,” Captain Trueshot spoke as he marched to Luna's desk to deposit a document folder for her to see.
“Who?” Luna spoke quickly as she hastily flipped open the folder to see a photo of a dark green mare with a shaved mane. “Emerald Flurry? I do not recognize her in the guard personnel files,”
Captain Trueshot frowned and his eyes narrowed. In a slow movement he turned his head to make sure the door was closed behind him and that the two were alone.
“It was removed, Princess,”
Luna gave his words a second to soak within her mind before slowly looking back up to the Captain.
“Some one is tampering with our files, Princess,” the Captain admitted in a whispered tone. “The only reason I found this was because I had a copy of it on my desk buried underneath other paperwork. I went to return it to the personnel archive only to find that the original was no where to be seen,”
Luna scanned through the file with a troubled look. “It is true that the attacker was a Mare but the fur or mane doesn't match the colour description,” the Princess explained as she tapped a hoof in thought on her desk. “I think it is safe to assume that the magic behind this assassination attempt is strong enough to change the colour of one's hair,”
“Safe assumption, your Highness,” Trueshot nodded. “I dug into the matter privately since I discovered the tampered archive. The Master-at-arms informed me that Private Flurry was on leave for a week since completing basic training. I checked her file for next of kin and it points everything to Manehatten,
“I set up a magic call to the local garrison to investigate. The whole thing is a farce,” the Captain pressed by tapping a hoof down on the document. “The Ponies at the address have no clue who she is nor do any of the neighbours. Some pony with some weight under their belt had managed to get her past screening, I'd bet my next three payments on it, your Highness,”
“Some one dangerous is sabotaging our files to kill Lucius and hide their steps but why? Even with his combat experience, he has no political or financial power,” Luna pursed her lips as the two thought deeply on the matter.
“Princess, Whatever Lucius may have done to attract the ire of this enemy, we must keep you and Princess Celestia safe. If they have this kind of power we have to be extra careful,” The Captain whispered once more over the desk before retreating a few steps. He donned his helm once more looking at the stern Princess.
“Trust no one,”
Lucius downed his drink quietly before placing back on the saucer. As a professional Soldier he has plenty of experience to regulate his outward appearance which is something that desperately was needed today. Celestia had introduced him to every Stallion, Mare, Filly and Colt in Ponyville. He was never one for interacting with the 'People' so he may have seemed awkward to some. Thankfully, Celestia compensated for him as she naturally guided conversation like a seasoned veteran. A new respect for her developed as he witnessed the Princess in her true environment.
Many came to her with questions and Celestia responded in kind with varied advice. The Centurion on the other hand even after introductions was treated much like a guard.
There were a few exceptions especially when it came to the young Fillies and Colts that were in what he was told was a scholar administration for the young. The Mare that was teaching the young was asking the Princess about things regarding the future Teaching convention while Lucius was left with all the young ones.
“Are you a Soldier?”
“Are you an Equestrian?”
“Why are you with the Princess?”
“Do you hunt monsters?”
Three especially inquisitive Fillies pestered him with his relationship with the Princess.
Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom would bust into giggles as they ask why the Princess would look at him like that. After that, it was the simple teasing until the three found a shadow overcasting them. They turned to see a Princess looking down on them with a arched eyebrow and rather stern look.
Lucius took this as a sign that the lovely Royal had come to his rescue. He was wrong.
“Did you know that he likes to give good little Ponies a ride on his shoulders?” Celestia said with a sudden grin as she noticed all three Fillies frown suddenly do a 180.
“By the Gods, no,” Lucius spat but before he knew it, Celestia unstrapped his helm and removed it to rest on her back.
“Please, Dear?” Celestia asked as she levitated the three pouting Fillies up to his eye level.
“For me?”
Lucius couldn't believe he was now at this point. The three Fillies bounced, poked, climbed and were generally irritating much to the amusement of everyone but Lucius. Lucius even glared daggers at the Guard ponies who were slowly starting to crack up with laughter.
If he had his Vinestaff...
“Ok my Little Ponies, I believe we have bothered my poor Centurion long enough,” Celestia giggled as she levitated the excitable Fillies down much to their dismay. The young ponies followed after their teacher Cheerilee called them back to their studies. Celestia waved all of them off as she handed back the helm that was resting on her back.
“I apologize, Lucius,” Celestia said but considering the joy in her words he had a hard time believing it.
“I do not mind the little ones in smaller exposures,” Lucius responded tying up his helm to the proper position.
“So the Centurion wants a small Family, I see,” Celestia hummed as she began to walk past him flanked by her guards.
“That was not what I was insinuating!” Lucius shouted. “Damnable ponies,”
The visiting group to Ponyville explored the market as Celestia questioned the hard working Mares and Stallions. It was easy to see that Celestia was honestly caring about every single one of them. Lucius couldn't really fathom having a heart that big. He had his legion yes, but they were tempered together in training, fighting and drinking. It was a relationship developed over time where life and death were on the balance. Celestia however may only see the Pony once and still care for each of their needs.
Lucius was silent for much of dinner as the thought made him think of his own home. While Equestria flourished, what about Rome? He read all he could but he needed to see it for his own. It had been close to a fort night since his sentence and the his judgment at the end of his sentence could not come any quicker.
Celestia was chatting with the Mayor over dinner mostly about politics but now and again she freed herself a glance towards the Human at the table who had nary said a word beyond a greeting. She knew something was eating him but knew that it would probably have to wait till the train ride home to discuss.
After Dinner Celestia thanked the Mayor before retreating back to Twilight's for some Tea before setting the Sun. It was here that the Centurion finally came face to face with Spike for the first time since their Dinner incident.
Twilight and all of her friends paused as Spike witnessed the Centurion step into the humble abode donned in his full attire. This time however he had his Scutum and Gladius. Celestia knew he wasn't carrying it at any threatening manner but she doubt it'd seem that way to the young dragon.
“Greetings, Spike,” Lucius said as gently as he could muster. The Soldier stood still and silent before removing his helm to show his short hair slick down by sweat from the day.
“Hi,” was all that Spike could produce as he set the tray of assorted snacks on the table. Spike almost seemed just about ready to bolt for the kitchen before a loud cough caught his attention.
“I'm not one for dashing around the subject, Dragon. I need to apologize for the attempt against your life. The Princess may have informed you but I have had vastly worst first meetings with your kind,” Lucius began to explain but he started to stumble on some of his words. He felt a hoof reach for his exposed arm and coiled around it softly. Lucius knew by now by smell and touch alone who it belong too. “I am sorry, Spike of Ponyville. Would you accept my apology?”
Spike stood there nervously as soon all eyes were upon him. “I... uh... I, uh...” the baby dragon began to stammer himself as he fidgeted with his digits.
“Ah for Apple sakes, spit 'er out, Spike,” Applejack said with a smile.
Spike swallowed hard, clenched his fists and gazed up to the Human. “I accept your apology, Lucius!”
The Centurion beamed widely.
“Fantastic! Wine for everyone! We should sacrifice a -” Lucius exclaimed cheerily.
“Woah there!” Celestia butted in unceremonious.
The evening had close with much more cheer than it had started with in the morning much to Twilight's dismay to her liquor cabinet. The Centurion on a couple of occurrences had to help poor Rainbow Dash stay up right. Celestia was making good mental notes of everything but to see Lucius unwind even a little bit was worth it to her.
“Come Lucius, my Dear,” Celestia beckoned after waving off Twilight and her friends. “It is time to lower the Sun and we shall make our way home,”
Lucius huffed out as he watched the Alicorn take a few steps out and slowly rise with her horn glowing with her personal magic aura. He set his shield down and used it to lean on slightly as the spectacle was entertaining to him especially in his lifted spirits. He even had to give his head a shake when his gaze followed the damn Princess curves.
The Sun slowly but surely fell behind the horizon which signalled the end of the day's sunlight and the beginning of Luna's glorious moonlight.
...Except there was none .
Celestia paused for a moment as they all turned to face the opposite horizon waiting.
“Your Highness!” A guard spoke as he pointed with his hoof towards Canterlot Castle far in the distance. It was a bright light that wasn't constant and a second later an explosion of blue fire escaped from the far off City.
“Luna!” Celestia choked.
Lucius watched with slight shock before gripping the handle of his sword, the grip instantly comforting him.
Celestia was quiet and still for only a moment as she had gazed at the explosion that bellowed forth from what she suspected was Canterlot Castle. Her instincts started to kick in as she collected her wits and started to activate a teleportation spell.
“Gather in close, everyone,” Celestia commanded with her full authority. “I will teleport us there with my magic,”
The Human took this as his signal to prepare for anything as he pulled his blade from it's scabbard. The motion along calmed the man as he finally got himself in a position he knew. He knew combat. He knew violence. While the Centurion may not exactly love inflicting harm he was never to shy away from it especially with loved ones at risk. Lucius moved closer to the white Alicorn as he witnessed her horn growing in brightness.
In a moment, Celestia, her two guards and Lucius were engulfed in white light.
Lucius waited for only a fraction of a second before the blinding light faded away and he was ready. His shield was in front of him ready to defend from any attacker and his Gladius just waiting eagerly to pierce any foolish enough. None of this seemed to be warranted however as upon quick observation showed that the group had not even moved. Celestia took a moment herself to look around only to give out a frustrated sigh.
“They put up a anti-teleportation spell around Canterlot!” Celestia shouted as her own anger began to build. “Guards, to me! We must fly there immediately!” The two Pegasi guards extended their wings for flight as the Princess turned to see Lucius. “Get on, Lucius, we must fly there quickly!”
“No, Celestia,” Lucius shook his head.
“What?” Celestia asked in confusion as another bright flash of flame happened in the distance. “We need to get there immediately!”
“Exactly!” Lucius shouted back. “You will be slower with me on your back. Rush to your Sister's aid and I will ride the Train machine,” The Centurion practically ordered.
Celestia gazed at him with disbelief even though her logic knew he was correct.
“I promise I will find you, Celestia but you must go now. Your Sister needs you,” Lucius spoke once more trying to ease his own tone.
Celestia, heart thumping and her adrenaline in overdrive, leaned forward and planted her lips directly onto the Centurion's. The poor Human's eyes bulged in surprise but for once he didn't fight it but instead leaned into the soft lips that were almost trembling. After a moment Celestia pulled back and gave her wings a few test flap.
“You promise to be right behind us?” She glared at him.
“I will push the Train as fast as she can,” Lucius spoke as he tried to recollect himself.
“I love you, Lucius,” Celestia said as her eyes seem to soften for only a moment.
“I know,” Lucius grinned.
Celestia seemed to genuinely smile before lifting off into the night sky to leave the Human to his own device.
Lucius only nodded once to the Princess then turned towards the train station. He ran with all his might until he came to the actual train engine where the conductor was reading off a clipboard to a subordinate of his. The door to the main engine compartment opened and the two ponies turned to see the armoured human.
“Move this Machine now!”
Lucius tapped his fingers along the pommel of his sword as the train sped by much quicker than it did on the way to Ponyville. His compelling argument was that Canterlot was in trouble and it needed his help. He knew that his visage probably helped as well. He had left them to do their job but as he entered the first passenger car, he had noticed it was completely empty. He first thought that it was simply due to the time of night for travelling until he noticed the baggage.
Instincts born from experience kicked in as the Centurion pulled his blade out once more and his shield raised.
His steps were methodical, his eyes razor sharp soaking in every detail as they stared just over the brim of his shield. He had almost cleared the entire way of the first passenger car before the door at the end opened to show a familiar sight.
Lucius grit his teeth and steadied his stance as he faced off a cloaked stranger in dark robes wielding a long sword.
“Come face a Soldier of Rome,” Lucius spat as he held his position.
“You mean a dead people?” the pony form snickered.
“I will show you death,” Lucius grinned before taking measured steps like a unheard beat of a drum. Regardless of the Train his footsteps echoed with every inch gained towards the enemy.
The mysterious attacker didn't wait however as it raised it's own weapon with a battle cry and charged.
Lucius paused in his slow advance and waited patiently for the enemy to close in. The Long sword had a advantage in reach but considering the tighter constraint of the environment, the Pony only had two options. He could thrust or commit himself to a downward swing. He grinned as the Pony raised the weapon high to come down on the Centurion but instead of keeping his shield straight up, he lowered almost like a ramp for the attacker. Using the Pony's own momentum, he lifted the creature up off all fours and tossed the creature behind him.
With a loud thud of the equine body hitting the hard floor, a gasp of air was heard moments before the Pony witnessed a shield coming down. The shield metal edge caught the pony right in the wind pipe, crushing as it began to spasm for breath which was denied.
Satisfied with his work he turned again to see more of the same dressed ponies with axes and swords coming from the next train over. Lucius sprinted to the train door to smash the first one in the face with his shield. The Pony gave a shout of pain before swinging the axe down on the Human. The Pony gazed in shock as the momentum of the axe was halted by the shield hooking under where the metal axe head meets the shaft. Normally, Lucius disliked when axe wielders did this because they could peel the shield from his hands but he assumed much of this training was forgotten. The Pony for it's credit didn't remain shocked for long until a Gladius pierced through the throat. A shield bash caused the dying pony to fall back in between the train cars.
The two remaining ponies watched as the dying body fell onto the tracks with a sickening thud before the train continued its course.
Lucius knew he now had the momentum which he utilized. He charged forward with his shield being the ram's horns. The first caught the ball of his shield in the face and soon after a downward swing of the sword which caught the enemy in the exposed neck. Shouts of pain and anguish filled the air as the Human pressed forward. His shield acting like an indomitable fortress and his sword like a spear piercing through cloth and flesh alike. If they caught him outside they may have had a chance but in tight corridor where numbers mean nothing, he had dominance.
Lucius soon found himself stepping on the dead to push forward.
The last Pony on the track soon found a bloody soldier advancing his way. Whatever security the masked pony had in numbers crumbled away. It begun to gallop towards the rear of the train followed by the tenacious Centurion. Finding the end balcony of the Train, the masked pony turned to see the Human push forward with a shout of pure violence.
A sickening crack was heard as the Equine form was squished between the metal railing and shield. A sword came in and one quick motion cut along the Pony's throat before being pushed off the side.
Lucius watched as the body collided with the ground with a sickening crash.
His breath was heavy before he turned back to see his bloody work. He wasn't malicious but he knew good work when he saw it. Checking to make sure all of his enemies were in fact dead, he had to check on the the Conductors. Racing through the train cars he found them chatting away about the train before turning back to see the bloody Centurion.
“There was unwanted guests aboard,” Lucius spoke while making sure the door behind him was closed. “How much longer till Canterlot?”
The older Pony cleared his throat. “In another twenty minutes we should be pulling in to the station,” He answered while keeping his attention on his instruments.
“Good,” Lucius said non-nonchalantly before trying to wipe the blood off his skin and armour. “You Ponies are doing Equestria proud today,”
He didn't know if that helped ease their nerves at all but in the grand scheme of things he didn't really care. Celestia and Luna were the only ones he particularly cared for at the moment. With them in mind he leaned up against the wall and slowly slid down to rest. His shield was holding up fine and his sword performed flawless so he wasn't worried about his equipment. If the remaining foes are anything to go by, he didn't have much to worry about when it came to experience.
Canterlot was a much bigger place however. He knew he wasn't going to be as lucky as he was on the train cars. What he wouldn't give to have his Century here with him. He spent the remainder of the ride trying to recall the amp the Fabulinus showed him of the city. The train station where he embarked was on the south end of the City which meant he had to fight all the way to the north if the situation was especially bad. He could try to sneak his way through most of it but considering he wasn't exactly the native species, he would stick out like a sore thumb.
“Eh, buddy?” the younger of the two conductors asked turning his head away from his own controls and dials. “Were almost at Canter-”
His speech was cut off as a shower of arrows collided with the train engine. A few clattered against the windows while others pierced through. The poor lad took one in the leg which caused him to cry out in pain. The eldest hit the deck under his control panel as an arrow or two filled the space he was just occupying.
Lucius rolled into action and brought up his shield as a arrow lodged into the wood which he agreed was vastly better than lodging into his own body. After the first salvo, the injured pony was pulled into the cover the elder was in. Lucius watched as the elder Earth pony began to ripe off the cleanest part of his own work uniform to apply a bandage.
“Where was he hit?” Lucius shouted out over the roar of the engine.
“They missed the artery!” The pony shouted as he yanked the arrow out knowing full well that it wasn't barbed. “These are Canterlot arrows! Why are they shooting at us?” the Stallion shouted as he began to apply the bandage.
Lucius could see Canterlot approaching and went into action. He rolled out of his position and ran to the control panel. The Centurion raised his shield horizontally and placed it over as much of the window as he could holding it in place. “We need to slow this machine down!” he shouted as he felt another volley of arrows coming in. Thankfully none of them had enough power to puncture completely through nor were a ballista bolt.
The Stallion tied off the bandage and instructed the younger pony to keep pressure on the wound. Lucius watched the Pony, impressed on how cool he was in the situation. “Did you serve?” Lucius question as he risked a second to pull the shield up slightly to check on their distance.
“Ex-Royal Guard,” He merely mention as he begun his work of moving his hooves over the controls.
Lucius felt the train lose it's momentum and he pulled his shield up once more only to see another projectile come towards him but it wasn't an arrow this time. Lucius flew back as the Pegasus collided with him. His sword clattered to the floor and his shield smacked against the wall leaving him just his hands. The two crashed on the ground and instantly it was a flurry of strikes. A hoof collided twice hard against Lucius head which thankfully the helmet help lessen. Lucius however raised his knee to hear a painful grunt escape the Pony's lips. With the Pony's guard lowered for only a moment, Lucius pulled his Pugio from his belt and began it's deadly work. The quick jabs went deep into the chest but they never stayed there long before it was jabbed somewhere else. Soon the hold the Pony had on the Human weakened before outright collapsing to the floor beside the huffing Centurion.
Lucius gathered his wits and pushed the stallions legs off of him before collecting his gear and sheathing his dagger once more.
“We are here, Soldier,” The Stallion conductor announced as he lowered himself to check again on his junior.
“Find cover and safety if you can. I need to find the Princesses!” Lucius announced as he shouldered his way out of the train and onto the train station. He was expecting resistance straight from start but he was meet with waiting ponies that look like they themselves had been a scrap or two themselves.
They however were not trying to jab their weapons in him so it was a good start.
“Centurion, I am Lieutenant Tortoise. I've been ordered to escort you to the Castle,” The lead pony with the steel gilded decorations on his armour introduced with a fast salute. “I've been told you are in charge until we rejoin the rest of our unit,”
Lucius could only smile at that. He had a feeling Celestia was the reason for that order which meant things were probably worse than they expected. He quickly glanced at his unit before him and took stock of the possibilities. He smiled seeing that it was a unit of mostly Earth or Unicorn Ponies. The Earth Ponies, obviously the larger ones, wielded a shield and sword and equipped with plate armour. The Unicorns wore what he suspected was chain mail and either a bow or spear.
He could only grin at this. This was something he knew. He could command and if they listened, he could get them out alive. “Report, Lieutenant,” Lucius ordered as he sheathed his sword for the moment knowing full well that it would be given plenty of exercise soon.
“The attack was launched while the castle was at dinner, sir. My unit was patrolling the City proper when it happened and that was when we were ambushed. The enemy seem to be mostly clothed in robes for armour and wielding a variety of short range weaponry. There is pockets of resistance but there is a magical dome around the Castle grounds denying us access,”
“Understood,” Lucius nodded to his new subordinate. “Listen up, lads. Were are going to save this City and the Castle. Remember this! You are the wall that has kept evil at bay! You are the hammer that breaks the foe! Shields on me. Lieutenant, you have Command of the Auxiliary!” Lucius bellowed as he drew his sword which gleamed in the Station's torch light.
“Where is the closest patrol of Guards?” Lucius asked which Tortoise narrowed his eyes at.
“Are we not going straight to the Castle?”
“We are going to need a fighting force to breach that. Trust in my judgment and I will try to make sure all of you get through this alive,” Lucius explained to which he got a confrontational nod in return and a raised hoof to direct him.
The Centurion blew his whistle loudly once. “Shields on me!”
The Ponies sat quietly in the dark with only a whimper or two escaping their lips while they few guards sat by the windows. It all happened in a flash. There was no warning. For all their bravery and credit, the Ponies they could protect they marshalled into a large Inn. Candles were blown out, any sort of music halted. The Foals were ushered down into the cellar with a few of the Mares while the rest of the adults were upstairs brandishing make shift clubs and broken glass. The guards still had their equipment but more than a few now wore fresh bandages.
Considering the dead on the street, they simply counted their blessing.
The Sergeant of the patrol motioned towards the large window and pushed the curtain aside slightly. His gaze narrowed as he spotted torchlight and hollering coming down the street. Closing the blind he got down on all fours letting a hush towards the rest of the building's occupants. His heart beat echoed in his ears as the crowd could be heard closer and closer. Some were chanting in a language he couldn't understand while others seemed to be openly mocking the dead.
Very slowly, the Pony drew his sword from his scabbard. He would die before letting that scum hurt anyone else.
The torchlight and rowdy noises stopped outside and this was when he knew that his time was now. He gazed up to see an eye looking down on him through the cracks.
The Guard lifted his sword and in a moment he prepared himself before the window shattered and limping over the window sill was a shrouded pony figured with a arrow shaft sticking out of his rib cage. The Sergeant couldn't believe it until a whistle blast echoed across the street.
“Shields!”
Lucius grinned at the shot the Unicorn behind him made. If he didn't know any better, he suspected that arrow had punctured the very heart of the monster.
The enemy had gathered their wits and located their enemy. Luckily the enemy didn't outnumber them so it was a perfect starting battle to test his new comrades strength. “Let them charge. Hold your ground!”
As if his orders were a beckoning taunt the enemy obliged with a happy battle cry of their own. Their hoofs beat the stone road as they charged the shield wall.
“Brace! Support the man in front of you!” Lucius shouted in a booming voice. In a instant he felt two hoofs bracing him from behind. Considering his new comrades, Lucius even had to lower his stance slightly so his shield would bolster the formation. The crucial moment approached rapidly as the attackers collided with the wall like a violent wave crash of fur, flesh and metal.
This wave however could not breach the wall.
Lucius groaned as the pony crashed upon his own shield and without even having to say a word, the pony bracing him joined his strength to push back. The Centurion now used the small lull to strike out against the pony attacking the shield to his right. The Guard then shoved out with his own shield to smack the crying body back.
Lucius braced again as his own enemy tried to hack his way through the Scutum in the Centurion's hand. Lucius shoved again with his shield but when the attacker came back he was meet with a shaft now piercing through it's chest.
The spear was twisted once before violently being pulled back.
Lucius gave a grin before blowing his whistle twice loudly. “Century! Slow Advance!”
The Formation moved forward at a slow pace, their eyes constantly checking the man or pony beside them to stay in formation. As a unit they stepped over the dead to approaching the now hesitating enemy. Lucius watched as he observed something he knew every living being had within them. The Flight or Fight instinct. He had a feeling these ponies were nothing more than something akin to conscripts to help raid and destabilize the area.
He watched as with each step his own formation took they had backed up.
To both his own surprise and that of the enemy, a cry of anger pierced out from the building where the earlier corpse hung on the window sill, A lone Guard pointed his sword. He along with others cried out and charged from the building brandishing what he could only call a bar brawl of weaponry. It's effectiveness was not something to be taken lightly however as they battered into whomever was not ready to retreat.
It was quick and bloody.
The Human jogged up to their location and observed the remains of the battle. To this, the Pony in charge of the group who was hunkering inside came forth and gave a salute.
“Sergeant Hook, Sir,"
“Ave,” The Centurion responded before looking around. “I've come to gather Soldiers to breach the Castle. Gather any who are still able to continue Sergeant,”
The Pony look confused for a moment before looking to the Guard officer beside the Centurion who only responded with a nod.
“So be it,”
The Centurion stood leaning against a building after his scout told him that the castle front entrance was right around the corner. Lucius removed his helmet and slowly peeked around the corner. The Castle entrance was around a hundred meters away and only guarded by two burly looking Ponies. The two of them also seemed to wield a couple of great axes.
“There is two at the front gate,” Lucius whispered to the Sergeant and Lieutenant. “We could take them but we should suspect actual trained enemy within the Castle gates. Is everyone prepared?”
The Sergeant nodded as he turned his head to gaze at the thirty or so pony guards they managed to gather. Some were wounded but had pleaded to be included. Their Princesses were inside the Castle and needed their help.
“They are about as ready as they can be. I won't lie, Human, I didn't think we'd get this far,” the Sergeant grinned.
“That is Centurion, to you,” Lucius corrected as he gave the Sergeant a glare.
“Yes, Centurion,” The Sergeant instantly straightened up.
“Good. I plan on getting all of you through this. To do that, I need utter discipline,”
“That sounds like a good idea,” The Lieutenant said before pointing to a sewer grate on the street nearby. “And I think I know a way inside the Castle without lifting a sword,”
As a group they moved through the sewer in a tight formation. The Unicorns in the middle and any wielding a shield in the front and back. The Magic users giving a low light for the others to see.
“Are you sure?” Lucius whispered over the steps in the sewage beneath them.
“There is magical doorway to the castle that only Officers and select staff know about. It is used to help others escape but for us it will be the opposite,” The Lieutenant answered without shifting his vision away from the left wall. Like this the group moved silently until the Officer gave a hushed halt.
Lucius paused and gazed at the wall but didn't see anything in particular until the Unicorn's horn began to glow.
Like a wisp of fog being pulled away by a strong gust of wind, the wall had disappeared from view revealing a small hallway and heavy set door. Lucius ordered the formation to hold while he and Tortoise approached the door.
“Sergeant,”
“Centurion?”
“The Lieutenant and I are going to scout ahead. If we don't return in five minutes follow after us,”
“Yes, Sir”
Lucius took the door handle in his hand and slowly pushed it forward to find much more of the same that they already trudged in. Without much of a word, the two began their journey forward under the memory of the young Officer. It almost took them a few minutes before being at the base of a ladder which if the Officer recalled, brought them to the kitchen.
Lucius grinned now that he knew where he was. He knew the grounds upon which he fought again.
“Go back and gather the Century,” Lucius ordered before turning to see the obvious confusion on the Stallion's face.
“Go get the Soldiers,” Lucius huffed.
After a look of revelation, the Officer quietly made his way back to retrieve the group. As soon as the Sergeant gave the nod, Lucius quietly made his way up the ladder. He hadn't heard a single thing about Celestia or Luna since far earlier in the day and considering that the situation didn't improve he was slightly worried. He knew what sort of Magic they could wield and to think that they still were in battle or worse didn't paint a fantastic picture.
He paused at the top to look down to see that he was supported by the best shield ponies first. With one last sigh he pushed the stone above him as slow as he could to see an empty room lite by the larger fireplace. There was no staff or enemies in sight and the only thing he could hear was the crackling of the fire. Heaving with all his might, he pushed the stone tablet off the hole and to the side. It caused some noise but he wasn't too worried now that they breached the inner castle without a single loss.
It took a few minutes for the entire group to assemble but when they did. Lucius ordered a strict light and noise discipline. His goal was the Throne room and it was best to avoid most of the fighting if he could. He held his shield in front of him as his eyes scanned the empty hallways before him. There didn't seem to be any signs of battle but that didn't put him at ease. The rag tag of Soldiers came to the first intersection which caused the Centurion to halt the formation.
Not a single sound.
“Where are they,” Lucius whispered under his breath as he motioned for them to continue.
“Centurion, Sir” Tortoise whispered to get his attention.
Centurion halted the formation and he knelt down to turn towards the Officer.
“This has to be a trap. There is no way even with surprise, that they could have completely captured the castle without a fight,” The Stallion explained. “Unless this is a Anti-Magic ward,”
“Anti-Magic ward?” Lucius questioned as he never heard of anything that could be extremely valuable.
“It was a Magic being developed in secret. It was never released to the public,” He began to explain. “It stops all magic within it's radius however the toll on the Unicorn can be deadly,”
“So you are saying somewhere within this Castle are Unicorns keeping that ward up?” Lucius surmised with a smile.
“Yes, Centurion,” The Unicorn officer spoke again as he tried to levitate his own dagger only to see that nothing happened.
“Good,” Lucius mused as he licked his drying lips. “Listen in, Lads. This is what we are gonna do,”
Lucius made his way to a corner and paused to look around the corner. He spotted a couple of the clothed guards by the door to the Throne room. Honestly, he breathed out in relief at seeing them. Standing back up to be covered by the corner he tapped his sword against the stone to hear it echo along the hallway. Knowing full well that the enemy heard that he nodded to the Guard Mare beside him. She had stripped out of her armour and dressed in something akin to what the cooks would wear.
The Mare nodded back at Lucius with a grin before attempting her best frightened Pony look and stumbled around the corner only to see the guards approaching her. She gave out a small 'eep' before darting back towards Lucius and the others. The darting hooves grew in sound until they breached around the corner only to get pounced and stabbed.
Lucius removed his hand that he used to muffle one of the attackers. The group quickly gathered together and made their way towards the large double doors. He positioned himself along the others and with a great heave the doors opened before them.
“Shields!” The Centurion immediately ordered along with a sharp whistle blast as he witnessed the archers looking down on them.
The Guard Ponies did as they were told and committed their shields to overlap and not too soon as the the arrows either embedded or ricochet off. Lucius peered over his shield and witnessed something foreign to him. Upon the throne was a Humanoid form wreathed in shadow and fire. He could hear the monster tapping his fingers along the arm rest while resting his head upon the other almost as if he was bored.
He gazed left to see both Celestia and Luna bound in old, massive iron chains. Neither looked to be abused or battle weary so he could only assume that there was another sort of treachery afoot.
As soon as he had entered was when Celestia tried to jump from her position, desperation in her watering eyes.
Lucius watched as the brilliant Mare that used to shine even in the dullest light being bolted down like a beast on display. A fire within began to burn as the Centurion returned his attention to the obvious Commander.
“Century! Advance!”
Like one body, they moved forward which caused the flaming monstrosity to wave his own hand to send his own troops forward.
“Century! Shield wall!” His whistle blast echoed in the large room as he prepared to meet his enemy with a renewed energy fuelled by hatred. The Pony that first approached in a charge was meet with a shield thrusting forward to hit the forelegs which caused all the momentum to carry the pony face first to the ground. A foot soon came crushing down to stop any more movement.
The shield wall held with the fury of any Pony seeing their beloved Princesses treated like so. The Sergeant gave a cry as he hurled his spear to catch another in the chest. The Mare from before was seen using her own shield to bash another across the face several times until the metal facing was covered in assortment of viscera. Lucius used this momentum.
“Century! Advance!”
Like a unit they pushed the weaker foe. The Centurion thrust his own sword like a well oiled machine until none were left standing. His breath panted slightly before his attention was once more pressed to the remaining and most likely the most dangerous thing in the room.
“Century! To your Princesses!”
Lucius ordered which for a moment caused a slight confusion before the Sergeant ushered the Soldiers forward to make a protective circle around the Royalty.
“Don't fight him, Lucius!” Celestia cried out. “His power is something akin to a god!”
Luna watched in frustration as she tried her hardest to break the chains along with her sister. If only she could use magic.
Lucius had to ignore Celestia's pleas knowing full well that any chance of surrender was none existent. He approached the Throne slowly with both shield and gladius at the ready. The smoke and fire bellowed as the creature stood to tower over the Human Centurion. His form descended the stairs with slow, heavy footsteps. His breath was loud and haggard and blew out like smoke from a Dragon's nostrils.
“So we finally meet, Lucius Vor, Centurion of the First Cohort, Seventh Legion Invictus,” the creature spoke in a deep, guttural sound that almost seem to grate inside Lucius' ears. “I have waited a long time to finally fight the last of Rome's great power. It seems, however, that I may have come at an inopportune time,” he continued with an almost pleasured tone, looking towards the Princesses.
“My name is Zelus and I have come to destroy this world,” he explained as he stretched out his arms as flames shot out in a glorious if not deadly display.
“And I think I will start with the last true Roman. You have fled from your Gods and now there is no one to hold me back,”
Lucius chortled out loud which caused the godly apparition to flinch in annoyance.
“I am a Soldier of Rome! I will not yield !” Lucius shouted from the depths of his very soul as he gave his shield a smack with his sword which caused his arm to ignite in a white almost ghastly flame. Lucius paused in confusion himself before he caught movement in his peripheral vision to which he ducked and rolled to his right. He narrowly missed a wreath of flame scorch the area he had just occupied causing the stone to practically melt away.
He breathed hard once more as he prepared for the next attack which he brought his shield up to defend as a large fist collided. Lucius honestly thought he would end up like paste across the floor but he was holding. He wasn't winning the strength contest but with this he knew he could fight. His gladius came around and gave a quick downwards cut at the shadowy wrist which caused the flaming god to shout in anger while recoiling his hand.
“So Mars himself have chosen you?” the being spoke through grit teeth. “He was always so persistent. He should have disappeared like the rest. Jupiter and Mars cannot save you or your people, Lucius,”
Lucius started to taunt his foe by smacking his shield once more in a rhythm.
“I will save my People, Daimon,” Lucius spat.
“We will see!” Zelus shouted as he whipped his arm low which caught the Centurion on the shield. The Human braced and as the flame wreathed arm pushed him along he soon found his footing.
A quick jab found it's mark as the arm was withdrawn but not for long. The other punched forward which caused Lucius to fly backwards skidding along the smooth marble floor. The Soldier gave himself only a moment to grunt in pain before rolling aside to miss the familiar jet of flame.
Celestia hated this with almost unmatched fury. She continued to pull on the chains and even as the guards worked tirelessly to free her, the Alicorn knew these were no normal chains. Her loved one was fighting a battle he may not be able to win and all she could do was struggle. To say it was infuriating was a sever understatement.
Lucius blocked once more as the large fist collided with the force that was unmatched in any foe before him. That didn't stop him from doing his job however as his own ghostly flames licked out with his gladius to cut deep whenever the Daimon exposed itself.
Zelus growled and screeched in pain with every jab. His anger was growing almost to the point were even he was having trouble controlling it. His fist collided with the ground in blind fury which only caused him more pain as the infuriating Centurion would slice and pierce his shadowy skin. His astral flesh, normally immune to mortal weapons, gave way to each strike.
“You will burn like your beloved Empire, Lucius!” the screech easily echoed through the Throne room and beyond.
Lucius didn't respond with words but instead began to mock his opponent with more sword striking against the edge of his shield.
“Be consumed in my fire!” Zelus ordered as his largest jet of flame came forth to consume the Human.
Lucius braced and for a moment smiled. If this was his end then it wasn't a bad way to go but he doubt his fellow comrades in his lost Legion would believe him when he would regale his story of fighting a Daimon.
The flames never reached the Centurion however as he felt a presence above him. Before he peered to see this figure however, he could already feel the warmth and care that seemed to emit from it. He knew this feeling. His eyes adsorbed the light the Celestia absolutely beamed from her aura. Her face was masked in a look of pure concentration and anger. Her horn blasting out a magical energy that held heat even Lucius found to be stifling hot.
“You harm MY Ponies. You hold my Sister and I hostage and you dare harm the Man I love,” Celestia began to hover in place as her magic continued to fight against the blazing inferno that Zelus tried to engulf the Human with. “I, the Daughter of the Sun, command thee to join your followers in death!”
Another blast of Magic soon joined Celestia as Luna hovered nearby.
“Together, Sister!” Luna cried as she began to build up a magical charge.
Lucius took this as his moment as he charged forth before a magical blast almost rocked him off his feet. He stumbled as both the light and dark energy crashed in to Zelus who gave a cry of pain. His smouldering body crashed against the wall laden with the colourful windows of Equestria's past.
Shards of glass crash against the floor but none of this stopped the Centurion's momentum. He came forth like a unstoppable spirit of vengeance. He leaped atop the foe using his gladius as a anchor point which caused the Daimon to cry out once more in anger and pain.
Zelus pulled a free fist to swipe away the annoying Human only to have it crush into the marble by an armoured Alicorn of the Night. Luna's horn begun to burn brightly as a beam of dark magic cut forth and into the shadowy flesh of Zelus' shoulder. The limb was torn free and like a dying fire it began to smoke profusely through the now exposed windows.
Celestia, in her own awe inspiring armour, collided like a comet into Zelus' other arm. Her magic akin to the astral Sun, smothered the god with true fire.
Lucius breathed hard as he made his way to Zelus' head.
“Rome will never YIELD !”
A clean cut from his sword cleaved the creature's head from his tormented shoulders.
The shadowy head rolled across the floor until it came to a stop at the foot of the stairs leading to the throne. The body that belonged to Zelus crumbled and smouldered until nothing except the head was left. Lucius gave himself only a moment, leaning against his shield that was propped on the floor before he was collided in a tight embrace.
Large, brilliant white feathery wings enclosed around him and he did nothing but lean into Celestia's body for support and warmth. His breaths intermingled with the Princess as they both just just accepted each other. There was a peaceful silence that they enjoyed before being interrupted by a guttural laugh that echoed in the large room.
“I am not the last nor the strongest, Lucius,” Zelus spoke from his severed head. “I will return. I will bask this world in flames,”
Lucius breathed in Celetia's scent once more before pushing her away gently. She looked down on him before joining his side as he approached the laughing head. Without a word, his sword swung down to pierce the head to the floor. The laughter had stopped and like ashes, was carried away in the wind.
A breath of relief escaped many in the Throne room except Lucius who only turned to sit down on the step. The ghostly white flames had receded back to where ever in gods name they came from and that honestly brightened Lucius mood. It was another question to add to his already growing list.
Celestia was about to join him when he waved her off.
“Don't worry about me. I'm sure your Ponies need you much more than I do,” Lucius spoke before removing his helm from his sweat covered head.
Celestia and Luna stood for a moment before nodding to each other. The next hour or so was a flurry of action as the remaining disciples of Zelus were cornered and either arrested or cut down. A massive aid care stations were erected across the city.
It had seemed that Lieutenant Tortoise had indeed reached the Unicorns that were supplying the Anti-magic shield around the castle. The unfortunate part was that the young Officer was fatally wounded in his action. His body, along with his other comrades, were carried to a peaceful location in the garden now overlooked by Luna's beautiful moon light. Pegasi messengers were used in full as the alert was to be spread all across Equestria.
In all of this, Lucius sat on the same marble step. He was guarded by the Sergeant and the Mare from before.
It wasn't till Celestia had come back to gather his sleeping form did he break free from his slumber.
He could feel his body ache and that he was in desperate need of a bath but lucky to be in such good health. He knew many others this day were not.
Celestia said nothing as she wore her normal royal attire. She helped the Centurion to his feet and together they walked the busy hallway until they reached the Princess' personal bedchamber.
Lucius could hear the bath water already running before he even entered the room. He let go of Celestia's side to notice he had left a bloody hand print where he was using her for support. She noticed the hand print but didn't say anything as she began removing her own royal attire.
Lucius followed suit as he started to strip from his armour. He placed the individual pieces atop of the armour mannequin and when he got to just his tunic he didn't even hesitate. He threw the bloody and sweat soaked clothing in a heap on the floor to stand naked before Celestia.
The Alicorn didn't say anything as she slowly made her way into the bath followed by the Centurion.
The two dunked their head s under the water and much to Lucius amusement, he noticed that not even the water had seemed able to stop the Princess' ever flowing mane. Celestia only rolled her eyes as she leaned against the side in a sigh of relief and to her surprise, Lucius had joined beside her. She used this moment to lean her head against his and with that the two simply relaxed in the bath.
“I love you, Celestia,”
The Princess almost choked when his quiet breath reached her ears which flicked instantly in his direction. Her eyes wide as she turned to see his head lolled onto the edge of the bath obviously in complete bliss. She watched him for a moment as one of his eyes opened to look back at her.
Lucius drank in the violet orbs that gazed at him with both love and astonishment. He was no longer in the mood for formality or what the gods wanted. His two hands breached the waters surface to grasp the side of Celestia's head and pulled her in to plant his lips on hers.
Her wings shot out in pleasurable surprise as Lucius fought the will to laugh.
He broke the kiss and relaxed back once more against the edge of the large bath. Celestia still in slight shock, placed her head against the nook of his neck and gave out a content sigh.
“If I knew getting you to love me would require striking down a God, I'd have done so sooner,”
To that, Lucius gave Celestia's flank a quick pinch which earned him a small 'Eep!'
Lucius let out a low groan moments before he lifted the cup of coffee to his lips. He placed the cup back down on the table as the warm and cherished drink slid down his throat. He was skeptical about the drink at first but when Celestia had suggested it to help with his morning stupor, he couldn't resist. It was slightly bitter but it gave him a relaxing warmth.
He was sat at the dinning table in a white tunic that Celestia had lent him. Lucius at first wanted to ask how and where she got it but thought other wise. He imagined her at night measuring his body for the seamstresses to conjure up articles of clothing. It had been a rather quiet early morning as the two sat in silence. He shifted his eyes over to see Celestia with her reading glasses atop her muzzle as report after report fluttered by all the while levitating a cup of coffee which she sipped at now and again.
“Your staring,”
The Centurion paused to see that her Violet eyes were now looking up above the rim of her glasses directly at him with an amused grin. He pulled his own gaze away and instead tilted his cup to drain the rest of his delicious beverage. He placed the cup down and went to refill it until he noticed the coffee pot was levitating over to him already.
“Thank you,” he spoke as he cradled his cup. “What is the news?”
Celestia let out a long sigh before placing her glasses down on the table.
“Anger and Sadness has pretty much swept through the streets. While many are currently still trying to digest the information, others, especially the Ponies with financial power are questioning my Sister and I,” Celestia began to explain. “We are getting responses from Manehattan, Fillydelphia, Vanhoover. Most are promising aid to arrive by train late today. There will be a memorial planned tomorrow that we will be present at. I expect you to be there?”
Lucius locked eyes with the Mare and she had an expectant look.
“Of course. I owe some of those Ponies for fighting by my side, especially Lieutenant Tortoise. He and his group were the reason the Anti-magic ward fell,” Lucius responded. “We owe him and the others more than most will ever know,”
Celestia paused as she let his words sink in. Lucius was peering over his cup in deep thought, his eyes unfocused. She knew that as a seasoned Soldier, he wasn't about to have a break down but such things still weighed on him. An idea came to her head as she smiled.
“How about we honour them with a statue memorial?”
Lucius was quiet for a moment before softly smiling. “I think that will do them honour,”
Quiet had resumed through the room as each enjoyed the company without having to speak about it. This was all interrupted when a small cloud appeared which materialized into a scroll. Lucius dropped his cup to the floor where it smashed into shards, the coffee spilling onto the floor. His hand quickly grasped the knife that he used to spread butter on the bread and pointed it at the scroll. His breath was slightly haggard, his nerves on end as he searched for a potential enemy. The Guards stationed outside burst through the door with weapons at the ready.
Celestia watched all of it before slightly chuckling, her hoof trying to disguise her mirth.
“Settle down every one. It is a scroll from Twilight Sparkle,” She mused as the guards let out a sigh of relief before closing the doors once more.
“But it arrived with fire!”
“Yes, mainly due to it's sender,” Celestia began to explain. “Spike sends it magically using his Dragon's Breath. It sends the letters or scrolls directly to me without having to wait. Twilight has probably heard about the attack and is in full panic,”
The Princess began to read through her scroll, chuckling here and there.
Lucius placed the knife back down and with a sigh he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was way too jumpy but considering what had happened recently he only thought it normal. He didn't receive much sleep last night but he usually had a better grip than this.
“I need to go clean my armour,” Lucius spoke before walking over to Celestia, planting a kiss on her cheek. He watched with his own amusement as her cheeks flushed slightly.
“Dear?”
Lucius paused at the double doors, turning his head.
“I have assigned you two personal guards,” Celestia began and as she saw his mouth open she beat him to it. “No exceptions, my Love,” she pursed her lips and gave him a slight glare.
Lucius gave her a slight eye roll before nodding.
“Fantastic!” Celestia cheered with a smile which Lucius couldn't help but mirror. “Oh, one more thing. Will your armour be ready for just shortly before Lunch time?”
“If I am undisturbed, why?”
“We are to walk the streets to over look the reconstruction. I wish to speak to as many of the Ponies as possible,” Celestia spoke and Lucius could see her hurt. “They all suffered when they did nothing wrong. Whatever Zelus wanted was between himself and us. Those Ponies didn't need to die,”
Lucius paused at the door, his grip on the handle tightening. He hated seeing this. This Princess would have given her life it meant saving every last one of her subjects but without her, he doubt the Ponies of Equestria would be well off. The Centurion pivoted and returned to Celestia to embrace her. There was no tears but that didn't mean her feelings were any less authentic.
After giving her one more kiss he left her to her work. When he exited the dinning room, he almost ran into a couple of familiar faces. There was a silence for a moment as the Mare and Stallion gazed up at him with suspicious grins.
“Good morning, Centurion,” Sergeant Hook greeted without losing the grin.
“Morning, Centurion” the Guard Mare nodded that Lucius remembered from last night that had disguised herself as a castle cook. Her appearance had changed as she was now dressed in the plate armour that was special to Luna's own nocturnal Guard.
Lucius went into full Centurion mode as his scrutinizing glare bore a hole through the grins.
“Corporal Nacht and I have been given orders to be placed under your command as your personal Guards. The orders come directly from Princess Celestia and Luna,” The Stallion announced as he pulled a letter from a satchel. “For your eyes only, sir,”
Wordlessly, Lucius pulled the sealed letter and opened it to see a very short message.
No running away!
-Love, Celestia
Lucius grunted but he couldn't help but give a small laugh. He would have to pay her back with something equal in kind but for now he had a set of armour in desperate need of attention.
“Come along, Sergeant, Corporal,” Lucius called out as he turned towards the bedroom.
Lucius shifted slightly uncomfortably.
“Are you ok, Dear?” Celestia asked as she adjusted her crown just a tiny amount.
The two of them stood before the large doors that lead to the inner castle. His armour had been cleaned and polished, his cloth had regained its valiant red tone without the crusted blood and other fluid he chose not to think about. His two guards had taken the liberty to follow his example and polished their own armour to which he nodded in approval. He had left his shield behind to show a more approachable visage of his attire. This did nothing to calm himself though.
“I am not used to dealing with the public. I have done parades and other public displays but never had I actually interacted with them,” Lucius explained as he nervously tapped his fingers along the pommel of his sword.
A white hoof that wore the brilliantly shined royal attire rested on the Centurion's shoulder. Celestia gazed softly into his own brown eyes with her violet. Her mouth went in slowly to plant her lips on his and he gave no struggle. For a moment they enjoyed the closeness before she pulled away with a smile.
“I will be with you the entire time. Their is nothing to worry about,” Celestia reassured him as she watched the man exhale deeply to calm himself.
“I've gone into battle with calmer nerves,” Lucius chortled before turning his head back to Celestia and nodded. Thoughts of his Father echoed in his head and to that thought, he breathed out some of the anxiety.
Celestia gave the signal and with that, the large double doors slowly separated to have the Sun's light breaking through to temporarily blind all but the Princess.
Lucius quickly regained his sight with the help of tilting his head down to block the Sun with brim of his helm. What he saw was a flurry of activity outside the gate. No Pony really paid them much attention as work crews pushed along to deliver supplies and material where it was needed the most. Guard patrols moved in formation along the streets and to top it all off Lucius paused in surprise.
There was a Human.
It had felt like an eternity since he has seen the last of his species. He noticed the burly man was hammering away on a wall to reinforce where it seemed to suffer some damage. Lucius had to fight the urge to run up and shake the other Human in a tight grip. Perhaps he was of Roman decent?
Celestia pushed forward at a elegant walk which Lucius soon managed to match by her side. The iron gates swung open for the departing group as the guards saluted their Princess. Celestia than begun her best at pleasing the stopping and bowing crowd. The crowd seemed to hang off every word Celestia had said. She thanked every Pony for all of their hard work and that they all have her ever growing respect and love.
Lucius was quiet as Celestia said her own piece of the tragedy and declared that the culprit was brought to justice. The crowd cheered except for a few who seemed to be looking at the human Centurion that accompanied their Princess. Celestia than asked if anyone had questions to which more than a few hooves went into the air. Most of the questions were simple but one of them pointed at Lucius.
“Why did my Brother die so the Human could live?”
Lucius heard Celestia gasped as every single pair of eyes went to Lucius.
“Whatever do you mean, my little Pony?” Celestia asked as she beckoned the Mare to seperate from the crowd.
The Silver maned and grey fur Mare step forth from the crowd with a frown.
“Is it true, Princess? Did so many get harmed or killed simply for this Human?” her words poured forth in accusation much like poison. Her glare becoming more irritated at the mere sight of the bipedal.
“Of course not. Lucius was just mer-” Celestia tried her best to calm the Pony down with soft words but was interrupted.
“Yes. The creature and his disciples were hunting me down,” Lucius responded to the Mare's accusations.
Celestia turned her head in disbelief, not of the words he said but that he spoke them at all. She could have salvaged this situation. The Mare was angry and frustrated and needed something to direct it at but now that he gave her a target she didn't know how things would go.
“So it's true. You are the reason we have suffered so much pain and hardship!” the Mare cried as tears started to form on the edges of her eyes. “My Brother was a Baker! He didn't deserve this fate!”
Celestia was about to speak before a hand found it's way through her ethereal mane and placed on her neck in a calming motion. Lucius approached the Mare before kneeling and removing his helmet.
“No, Lucius!” Celestia pleaded which caused the crowd to take a step back except for the hurt Mare who just bore her angered gaze at the Centurion.
“I have caused your Family torture beyond my means to fix with mortal hands,” Lucius said with a lowered head. “Please, if your anger needs to be sated, be it upon my own body,” his words echoed among the hushed crowd before a hoof had forcefully cracked across his face.
Celestia watched in horror as the situation descended from her grasp. She watched as the distraught Mare had with all her might, struck the Centurion across the face. The sound of the hoof smacking flesh caused many of the surrounding Ponies to recoil slightly.
The Alicorn had seen enough. Her magic grasped a hold of the Human to fling him to her waiting outstretched fore hoofs. The Man struggled in the grip but she refused to let him get beaten again.
“If you are to hit him in your understandable rage, then I must ask that you do it to me as well,”
The crowd let out a collective gasp. The Mare who had started to sob watched in horror at her Princess.
“It was I who had kept him. If you all have the rage in your hearts to strike at this Man, then you must do it to me first. He is my guest and treasured friend,” Celestia announced as the Centurion ceased his struggling and instead clung onto the Princess.
“I couldn't, Princess,” the distraught Mare said between sobs as she collapsed to the stone floor.
Another Mare that had some striking similarities to the now crying Pony broke through the crowd. Her hoofs gathered up the crying Pony and just held her close.
“I apologize, Princess,” she spoke as she cradled the younger Mare in her hooves. “She was the closest to our Brother,”
Celestia released the Human who turned to face the crowd now brandishing a new reddening mark on his face. Corporal Nacht retrieved his helmet that he quickly placed it back onto his head without a word. After Celestia was sure that Lucius wasn't going to move anywhere, she stepped forward a few steps.
“I wish with all my heart that we could live in times that were of only peace. I wish that we would never know the feeling of burying our Sons and Daughters. I have tried so hard to carry that burden, My Little Ponies. I would have been happy to the end of my days if I could alone carry that burden but fate is never that kind,
“All of you are a piece of me,” Celestia explained which made many bow their head. “Let us all remember our dead, both in our hearts and in our memories,”
Lucius was silent as he ignored the already fading pain on the side of his face. He knew he was the cause of all of this. Part of him was hoping that the fact would hide beneath the surface but like Celestia said, Fate was never that kind. Celestia departed from the crowd and he followed by her side. They didn't discuss a single word until Lucius found himself being lead to a dark alleyway alone.
Celestia turned to be face to face with her loved one as she herself untied and levitated his helm off.
It was then that she gave him a smack across the face.
Lucius paused in shocked silence. His eyes wide in disbelief, slowly returning to see tears falling down Celestia's cheeks.
“Don't you dare,” She breathed heavily. “Don't you dare take all of that blame on yourself. I've seen those thoughts crush lesser beings from within,”
Lucius watched as she tried to wipe away the tears that begun to wet her fur. He tried to raise his hand to cup her cheek only to have a hoof push it away.
“Promise me, Lucius Vor. Promise me that you will share that burden for as long as your love for me holds true,”
Lucius paused as her words were consumed not by his logical brain but by his smaller heart. He knew what pain she was talking about. He had seen it in his Father, the ever steadfast man. The damage was the scars that were below the skin, muscle and bone. His gaze softened as it searched deep within the violet sea of Celestia's caring gaze.
“Are you sure that you can hold that much?” Lucius softly spoke. “You hold all of Equestria's worry upon your back. You do not need mine as well,”
“If I could not handle your thoughts, I would never have asked. I have had over a thousand years to balance my burdens,” Celestia spoke as she closed the distance between them. “I still carry the burden of banishing my Sister because of my own blindness and pride,”
“Then share it with me,” Lucius spoke taking her cheeks in his hand. “If you will take my burden then I will take yours,”
Celestia choked for a moment as she heard words that she only dreamed of. She quickly closed the distance between them as the sounds of the world simply faded away to them. For what felt like a happy eternity the two embraced before a cough caught their attention.
A guard pony was standing at attention as he nodded towards the street.
Celestia nodded her own thanks before giving Lucius some room. The two than began to straighten themselves out. Celestia tried her best to dry her fur while Lucius retrieved his helm to place it back properly on his head, giving the plumage atop a quick wave to remove any loose dirt.
“Shall we?” Celestia offered as she motioned for the street.
Lucius stood back up straight as he walked side by side with his Mare.
“The other Mare hit harder,” Lucius whispered with a smile only to get a rump to his side to make him stumble.
The Sun was especially warm that day as the Memorial came to a close with a small crowd remaining to mourn over the dead. Celestia and Luna were mingling among the crowd as they shared in their woes but the lone Human decided better of it. Lucius watched from a safe distance in the shade of a large Oak tree with his two personal guards nearby. During the Memorial he didn't speak but was on the stage along with many others including the Royalty, the six Ponies from Ponyville and a few others that were being awarded for their bravery to stop the heinous criminals. Celestia had urged him to accept an award himself before the ceremony but he declined as politely as he could. The last thing the Centurion wanted was an award for being a target which caused innocents to die. If anything, he would consider the award a mark of shame.
His fingers tapped in a slow rhythm against his biceps as he watched the crowd for any pony with ill intention. The Ponies that were still around spoke in soft terms as hugs and condolences were spread around. The Centurion has seen it before and he knew he would see it again. His focus broke when he noticed a low, rapid moving fog cross the courtyard. It didn't take a genius to figure out something was wrong and with the reflex's of a python he gripped the handle of his sheathed sword only to feel a incredibly strong grip on his sword arm. Lucius quickly struck out with his free hand only to have it blocked with ease and when Lucius turned to make eye contact with his attacker he was numb with shock.
“Mars!” Lucius shouted with shock before dropping to a kneeling position. “I humbly request forgiveness for striking at you,”
The Roman God simply smiled before reaching down to pull the man up so they could be face to face. “There is nothing to forgive. You have done what you were trained for. I cannot blame a dog for biting when being brought up to assault the enemies of the Empire nor can I blame a Soldier for defending himself,”
Lucius was still in slight shock before realizing where he was. The Centurion turned to make sure his Guards were paying the proper respects until he noticed that they were stock still. They didn't breath nor blink and as the Human turned once more to the crowd did he realize that in fact, no one was. His eyes caught Celestia mid conversation as her eyes were looking over to him but they didn't move.
“Do not attempt to communicate with them, Centurion,” Mars spoke up which caused the mortal to turn to address him once more. “We are in your mind and my time within these confines are running short. You have defeated one of the enemy, Lucius, my son. The enemy will no doubtfully be taking extra measure from here on out. They tried to rush a victory over their only true obstacle,”
“Obstacle?” Lucius spoke as he arched a eyebrow in confusion. “Do you mean, Celestia?”
“No, Lucius, I mean you,” Mars spoke as the God placed an arm on the Human's shoulder. “You have been chosen to be Rome's protector, Lucius Vor. I have given you all of my remaining martial prowess to defeat any deity that would normally be beyond any mortal's strength. You have felt it already during the fight with Zelus,”
Lucius was silent as he tried to digest such information. He was a God's Champion. He only heard of such things from fairy tales or from Veteran's drunken boisterous banter.
“Lucius, my time is running short and I come with vital news. There will be another attack soon but I cannot tell from who,” Mars explained as his body was soon starting to almost meld with the fog. “You need to defeat this assailant and restore Rome's faith in it's Gods, Lucius. Give us back our power and we can secure the imbalance from claiming any more innocent lives from Immortal power,”
“You've said that before!” Lucius spoke out once more as he stretched out a hand to grab Mars by the shoulder but his rough hand simply passed through the fog. “I don't know how to give the Roman people faith!”
“Follow your Father, Lucius,”
“Lucius,”
“Lucius!”
The Centurion almost jumped from his standing position as he noticed Celestia's violet orbs worriedly looking over him closely. Lucius took a quick moment to breath and notice his surroundings had changed slightly from what he remembered. Most of mourning crowd had left and the sun had progressed farther along it's path. The Centurion could almost guess that Dinner would be served soon.
“Lucius? What happened? Are you alright?” Celestia asked again as she used her magic to levitate the Soldier's arm to inspect for any injury which only got a hand wrapped around her horn. The Princess looked up to see her beloved smiling back at her. “What?”
Lucius didn't say anything at first as he gave himself a moment to breath. The God's have given him another vision of this mission that was thrust onto his shoulders. His hand stretched out to cup the Princess' cheek which she leaned into but her eyes barely left his.
“We need to have a discussion in private,”
Luna watched as her Sister wondered off to speak with Lucius but she had another task to attend too. The younger Princess waved and smiled at her subjects as she retreated into the Castle but as soon as the large double doors closed behind her, the smile faded. Her stride picked up as she and her intimidating Guards made directly for her office. For a moment, she thought leaving the mourning families may seem a little offensive but Celestia was still around to listen to their woes; something that Celestia did better anyways. Luna levitated a pair of slim glasses to her as she quickly got to work.
There was an infestation within the Castle's ranks and she was going to exterminate it.
Cooks, servers, cleaners, pages, soldiers and numerous other positions needed to be examined over with every date and contact under scrutiny. The Nocturnal Princess had several plans in place and soon she would enact all of them with one fine swoop. In all possibility, the entire guilty party was caught or killed the night of the assault but to be lax now would only invite others to fester and corrupt.
A knock echoed in the room which caused the still guards to tighten their hold on the deadly halberds within their grasp.
Luna didn't move her head as she simply peered over her glasses to open the door to a lone Guards pony.
“Greetings, Princess,” Captain Trueshot announced before stepping into the room to have the guards close them behind him.
Luna nodded before gazing back down to the paper she was scrutinizing over before his interruption. The room was silent as the Princess scanned the final parts before levitating the paper into a different pile. “Greetings, Captain. I assume with you being here that everything was taken care of?” Luna questioned before picking up another paper.
“I have spoken to the Prisoners, my Highness,” Trueshot started. “Most didn't discuss anything but absolute muttering. Religious jargon of judgment or retribution mostly but there was a name that was muttered a few times. Furiae,”
Luna listened for a moment before pulling out a blank piece of paper and begun to madly scribble down something before giving it to one of her Guards.
“Give this to Fabulinus in the Library,”
The guard smacked his breast plate in salute before leaving on his task.
“What did you do with the Prisoners afterwards?” Luna questioned as she continued her work.
“I placed them back into their cells,” Trueshot reported.
“Execute them,” Luna ordered without a hint of hesitation or regret. “All of them,”
Trueshot stood in shock as he searched Luna's eyes for some form of jest. He found nothing but cold hard determination and hate. It was true that he didn't harbour any love for the guilty but he was also one for justice. The Prisoners still had no trial and therefore no true righteous judgment even if their case was completely unwinnable.
“Your Highness, are you sure that is wise? Should these Prisoners not be given trial first?” Trueshot argued but soon his will to fight vanished as he witnessed Luna raise from her seat and into the air.
“I will not suffer these traitors to the crown! They have killed innocents to propel their vile agenda under the power of an evil entity,” the Princess bellowed moments before landing again in her chair. “Gather ten loyal Ponies and make my will done, Captain. Dismissed,”
Trueshot paused for only a moment as he pulled in a deep breath. “Your will be done, Princess,”
“What do you mean that another attack is coming?” Celestia asked in bewilderment while in the safe seclusion of her personal quarters. The Princess, for all her usual poise, seemed rather exhausted to the point that she slumped onto her bed. Her royal attire floated over to the night stand and her large wings unfolded only to cover her face from the outside.
Lucius watched all of this with a strange mixture of worry and amusement. He walked with a slow purpose towards the bed as his fingers worked to remove his helm and to place it beside Celestia's flashy attire. His eyes watched as the white lump atop the extravagant bed fidget for a moment but otherwise remained still. Her mane and tail however didn't seem to share her current emotion as they still kept flowing like a gentle stream.
“Why are they doing this, Lucius?” a almost inaudible whisper emerged from the feather cocoon.
The Human sat on the edge of the bed but didn't didn't respond immediately. He knew the answer or at least enough of the answer but he knew his response would not elevate the Princess' mood. This is what he was poor at. He could engage in the art of war as a Soldier but speaking from his heart was something different. Flashes of images of his moment on the street where the distraught mare had slapped him were still fresh and he knew not if he truly felt at peace. In the darker confines of his mind he mauled over the idea that perhaps he never knew peace to begin with.
“You know that they came for me,” Lucius decided with a low tone.
The room had grown quiet as nothing could be heard except for two distraught beings breathing.
“Will this turn into a war, Lucius?” Celestia broke the silence with a sombre voice.
Lucius lowered his gaze for a moment as the idea stewed within his head. A war against Gods and Daimons was something he only thought so bizarre that he expected to hear it from a drunkard or child. How is one to fight against such a force? There was no more Legions for him to rally and Equestria hasn't seen war in so many years. The only beings still alive that would have actually witnessed any war would have been the two Princesses and himself.
Celestia waited for an answer but the quiet moments dragged on. She lifted her wing enough to see the the Human was just laying on his back as his eyes gazed up towards the ceiling unfocused. The Princess took her chance as she pulled her wings back to her side before leaning her head to rest on the Centurion's chest plate. A drawn out sigh escaped the Princess lips before she felt a hand running through her mane. Celestia opened one eye to watch as the human ran his fingers through her mane in slow patterns before resting on the back of her neck.
“I honestly thought I could spend the rest of my life quietly with you, my love,” Celestia spoke as she unfurled her wings and wrapped them around her most treasured Human. “I was thinking of opening a vineyard just down the mountain with a Villa beside it. We could spend our Summers there while in the sunlight, deep in red wine and great company,”
Lucius was pulled from his darker thoughts as he hummed softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“That was suppose to be my retirement plans,” Lucius voiced softly as he twirled some of the silky mane around his fingers. “I think my Father would really appreciate me following in my Family's footsteps,”
“We have no idea where or when this attack is happening, do we?” Celestia asked once more.
“I only know that it is happening soon. It could be in days or hours, I didn't even have a moment to ask,”
“All of Equestria is already on high alert. Whoever this attacker is, we will be better prepared than the last attack,”
Lucius knew that it wouldn't be enough but they could respond quicker to save lives. He knew that a crew for Celestia's Airship were permanently ready to depart at a moments notice. It was only going to get worse but the masses didn't need to know just yet. These thoughts made Lucius open his eyes to look down at the Princess with renewed respect. He could not rule any nation worth it's salt but she knew what to say or if anything needed to be said. To have that same Pony now resting her head on his chest in a vulnerable position was intoxicating.
Celestia let out a short gasp as she felt two arms reach for the rest of her body to pull her in close. The Princess didn't fight it as she was slowly pulled to the Human's side. Celestia, with a raised head gave the man a raised eyebrow of curiosity but instead of ruining the mood she lowered her head to touch her lips to his. Her horn glowed softly as the distant sun began to lower in the distance. With the Sun lowered, Lucius expected the candles to be lit but they remained dark.
“Lay with me, Lucius Vor,” a voice plead.
The named Centurion paused for a moment as he reached out to cup Celestia's face in the dim moonlight. Her expression was filled with uncertainty or perhaps anxiety as her eyes refused to move away from him.
“You wish to concrete this relationship then?” Lucius asked as he slowly began to run his other hand up the Princess' side feeling every tremble.
“I was ready for a long time. I do not want to go on without knowing your warmth as only lovers can before confronting any more foes,” Celestia explained as her magic started to undo the straps that was still constricting Lucius remaining armour and weapons. “I do not fear death will take us but the enemy can inflict things far worse than death. I do not think I would fare well knowing you were encased in stone or something equally as bad again,”
Lucius could do the only thing he could think of as he reached up with both his hands to cup the princess' head and plant his lips forcefully upon hers.
“I will kill every last God if they challenge our dreams of owning a vineyard. Anything you want that I can give, you need only ask,” Lucius spoke as he internally thirst for another kiss. His eyes drank in the gorgeous violet orbs that began to shine in the moonlight as Celestia gave a gentle smile in response.
“All I wanted for centuries was to see you again,”
Lucius stirred in the bed as his blurry vision slowly cleared. He could feel his lover pressed tightly against him and that caused him to genuinely smile. The Centurion honestly thought that the whole thing would have been more awkward than it was but it almost felt natural which confused him at times. It shouldn't be normal but he was happy so he currently thought that any naysayers could drown in the courtyard pond for all he cared.
It was because of this that he found himself tremble with sorrow.
He ignored his accumulated sweat on his body as he begun to don his armour with the most amount of silence that he could muster. The whole ordeal took only a few minutes but it almost seemed like an eternity. His fingers grazed the large door handle before stopping to listen to the soft slumbering noise behind him. He could listen to that sound till the end of his days.
He pushed the door silently to the surprise of the guards but they didn't make a sound. The Centurion silently closed the bedroom door behind him before nodding tot he two Pony soldiers.
“I'm going for a walk in case the Princess asks,” Lucius informed them without losing stride.
“Yes, Centurion,” was all that he heard before disappearing around a corner.
He didn't dare stop. Lucius knew that if his feet halted than he would turn around and return to bed to cuddle with his love. He couldn't stop now.
He needed to follow his father.
He needed to go Home .
Lucius' world was one of darkness and cramped conditions. He had found refuge in a cargo train car among common goods in large wooden crates. It had already been close to a week since he had fled from the castle and most of it was evading Pegasus aerial patrols, various checkpoints and most dangerous of all, common folk. He had attached his helm to his belt for most of his travel and made sure that his cape covered his armour the best he could. The shield was tricky however he had a lucky moment where he traded the last few of his bits for a larger sack which he cut and fastened to his shield. The Centurion came close to rubbing a large amount of dirt on his cape but every time the thought floated to the surface the images of Celestia's dear face when she gave it to him would beat it back down.
He tried not to think about her but she was attached to him like tar. The very thought gave Lucius a chuckle knowing full well that it wasn't the most flattering analogy but never the less, appropriate. He rolled his head back to rest against the car wall in the hopes to gain another sliver of sleep before he was to arrive. The very idea of sleep was disturbed as the loud whistle echoed out to signal that the next stop must be nearby. While the Centurion was still not familiar with these machines, he knew how to understand patterns. In a few quick motions he was at the door and reefing it open to reveal his beloved landscape. The lush trees, rolling hills of wheat or grass, and the large buildings with busy markets and crowding people.
In a whiff of a cloud of smoke it was gone.
His mental images were disturbed by reality. Industrialization had taken it's toll on the landscape as the inky skies from large chimney stacks. Large factories and other assorted buildings were grouped together in the distance. Lucius was stunned as his images of his homeland tried to merge with what he was currently seeing. In all honesty he was having trouble recognizing this at all. As he jumped from the slowing train he shouldered his shield and made his way towards what he used to remember was his home.
It took him an hour by foot to reach the outskirts of the town but by then he was already mystified. A large whistle blast would fill the air and he watched as large groups of men would leave a fenced in area. Laughing and shouting could be heard as Lucius just watched them in curiosity. They didn't wear shackles or any other attire deserving of slaves which he internally gave a sigh of relief for. They had worn much of the same clothes, although dirty, that the Human he had witnessed in Canterlot during the repairs.
“Oi, buddy,”
Lucius was caught off guard as he noticed a few of the men had stopped to look back at him. The three of them had short cropped hair and as they gave Lucius a once over they began to snicker. To them it was simply a bum in sandals with a red blanket and burlap sack.
“The Mine isn't hiring anymore guys so you might as well keep walking,” the lead man said with a smile.
“Wait!” Lucius cried out which caused the group to stall as the Centurion jogged to catch up. As the Roman got closer he could defiantly see some Roman in these men. Most of them were of shorter stature than their Germaneigh counterparts but were well built. “I'm from the Vor residency, can you direct me to their Estate?”
“Vor?” the man said before snorting. “If you are from the Vor residence, I'm Princess Celestia! Here, jump on my back and I'll fly you to Canterlot!” he jested before bending over with laughter.
“I don't understand,” Lucius decided to ignore the obvious quip. “I just need to visit the Villa,”
“Villa? There is no Villa here. The Vor Mansion is further into town near the old vineyard plantation but I don't know what you are expecting,”
Lucius nodded his head to the information as he began to undo his cape to reveal his Segmantata that reflected the meagre sunlight that came through the smoggy skies. He donned his helmet and removed his shield from the now discarded sack.
“Are you insane!” The lead man said as he took a step back away from the man as his eyes went wide with panic. “Cover yourself back up!” he ordered as he went to grab the sack from the dirt path but was stopped when a sandal foot stomped on the sack.
“Why?” Lucius asked now seeming much more intimidating than his earlier appearance.
“Have you been living under a rock! Dressing in any Roman clothing or armour is forbidden!”
Lucius could only snort at such a law. He honestly thought they were just jesting with him but as the moment dragged on it was apparent that this was no joke. “Who made such a law?”
The three men gave him a questioning glare. “The ruling Baron and his family did a decade after the great war,”
“And which family is this?” Lucius chased.
“The Vor family,”
Lucius was in a rage.
After the three men had taken eager haste away from the Centurion, the Soldier made his way down the road. His feet collided with the ground with a purpose now as he began to see more and more resident buildings. He quickly began to see similarities between these buildings and ones in Ponyville. Most of the more outskirt buildings were simple two story houses and he noticed that the few children that were playing immediately stopped to gaze at what they must assume was a mad stranger. A brilliant cape licked the air behind him as he didn't let any of the citizens distract him from his true goal.
His eyes could see the Mansion and instantly he knew he was home or at least what used to be home. Whatever the Villa used to be after he was turned to stone was demolished and replaced with a rather large white washed Mansion. His anger grew in leaps and bounds as he reached the outer gate just as some shouting caught his attention.
“Stop!” a man cried out which caused the Centurion to turn. Two men in dark blue uniforms with swords strapped to their belt and large silver badges on their chest were running up to him.
“Ok stranger, you had your fun,” The older man reasoned as he tapped the silver badge. “Time to come with us to the station but first drop your toys,” he ordered while pointing to both Lucius shield and sheathed Gladius.
“Toys?” the Centurion said as he raised his shield. “You think these are toys?”
“Don't try and act tough with me, Son,”
The younger one made a move for the shield but found that it moved slightly out of his reach and that his face made a very intimate relationship with the metal ball on the centre face. A loud painful yelp was heard as the Officer reeled back holding his mouth.
“That's it!” the older one reached for his own sword only to get the edge of the shield to come crushing down on his exposed wrist.
Another loud yell escaped and Lucius pressed his advantage as he pressed his weight into kicking the younger officer in the chest and then jabbing the older one in the face. In quick succession, he left the two men in writhing pain on the ground.
Without wasting another moment he pushed the front gate open only to have another man dressed much like the other two come running from the main building. Lucius didn't even register what he said before kicking out towards the mans genitals which elicited a small cry of pain before a shield bash took him off his feet. With his momentum he continued to move towards the front door until he heard a bowstring and with quick work he raised his shield and lowered his stance. A sudden sharp sound and a new barbed arrow now decorated his shield. Lucius hurried as he witnessed the woman in one of the second story windows was already knocking another arrow which Lucius prepared for once again.
The front door swung open only to be met with a red charging bull.
Lucius bowled through the poor smaller man and wasted no time as what he assumed were maids and the sort screamed out in surprise and terror. Lucius ignored them as he made his way to the stairs leading to the second story until he heard the footsteps above him through the floor. Quickly he ascended only to find the woman was ready and with bow and arrow.
A third arrow joined it's mates as Lucius pressed the attack. He didn't give the woman a chance to knock another arrow as his long strides brought him almost face to face before a bow was whipped where his face was a second ago.
The woman used the moment that Lucius was on defence to pull a dagger from her boot and jabbed forth to the only exposed part. Her lunge however was met with a open grasp around her wrist and with a sudden yank she was off set as a knee came up to her stomach which caused the woman to lose most of what Lucius was assuming was her lunch.
“Stop this at once!” a female voice echoed with authority through the house which caused the Centurion to turn. Before him was an elderly lady who wore a modest black dress and which interested Lucius even more was the beaten men behind her, each with his own glare if his injuries could afford it.
“Who are you to barge into my home and assault not only uniformed police officers but paid security of my own,” the woman of the house asked a moment before leaning over slightly to see the gasping young woman on the floor. “and my daughter,”
“The real owner of this estate, Lucius Vor,” the Centurion announced.
“Preposterous,” the woman scoffed before looking at the woman that was slowly standing. “Regain your posture, dear,” Lucius eyed the woman beside as she slowly reached for the dagger which only rewarded her with the shields edge driving down hard enough to bruise. The elderly lady only rolled her eyes.
“I am Lucius Vor, Centurion of Legio VII Invictus. You are all trespassing on my beloved family's estate,”
“I am Patricia Vor, mayor of Neapolis, and the eldest of the Vor family,” She declared as her scrutinizing eye observed the man top to bottom. “I don't know where you got such accurate armour or weapons from but I applaud you for this act. Now, drop your weapons and let the police escort you off my premise,”
Lucius watched as the two officers had their hands on their sword hilt in eagerness.
“Tempting offer but I refuse. Instead I will give you all ten seconds to leave my property,” Lucius spoke which only made Patricia smirk. “I haven't even used my sword yet, lads, and I beat all of you. If I were you, I wouldn't push my luck,”
The Mansion was quiet until the Mayor moved aside so the two police officers could move forward. At first it was only a couple steps as they drew their sword but they quickly turned it into a charge. Lucius watched over the brim of his shield as he drew his own Gladius. The two officers had long swords and within these hall ways it was evident that they didn't really have too much training. The younger man pressed forward, probably propelled by injury infused anger, before taking a sloppy downward swing of his sword. Lucius blocked and jabbed to cut the inner thigh which caused the younger officer to twist in pain which forced the older man to only a slim portion of the hallway. The long sword jabbed forward as it pinned against the shield. Lucius used the moment to push back and then kick the younger officer that was kneeling in the face to ensure his attacker would stay down. The older officer repeated his attack until a quick jab caught him in the pits of his raised arms.
A scream of pain echoed once more in the Mansion which was only followed by a frustrated groan by Patricia.
“Send for medical help, please,” she ordered as one of the guards nodded and raced off.
“You send sheep to fight a wolf,” Lucius spat as he kicked the long swords away from the officers. “Now evacua-”
“Centurion!” a voice cut him short as he recognized the caller.
Corporal Nacht was below waving up from the ground floor with a Sergeant Hook looking around with a nonchalant expression. The two ponies with their shiny royal guard armour moved past the poor unconscious man on the floor and up towards the main spectacle. Corporal Nacht had her usual grin as she whistled at Lucius handy work.
“It's a good thing we came when we did,” Nacht spoke out as she sat down a few feet away from the body of Humans. “It would be really hard to explain to the Princesses that you went and murdered a few officials!”
Sergeant Hook cleared his throat in the hopes that the Corporal would mind her tongue with the present company. “Sir, we have come to collect you,”
“I am not leaving till I recover my lost property from these thieves,” Lucius spoke without dropping his defence.
“Excuse me, Guards, but this man is a criminal,” Patricia spoke as she gestured towards the Centurion. “Perhaps instead of talking to him, you should be arresting him,”
Nacht and Hook exchanged looks before grinning. “Ma'am, do you know who this man is?” Hook asked as he pointed his hoof towards the Soldier in question.
“Enlighten me,”
“That is Lucius Vor, Centurion of the old Roman Legions. He is also Princess Celestia's betrothed,” Hook explained which caught more than a few pale faces among the Humans, including Lucius.
Lucius never agreed nor even heard of such a thing. Marriage? Last time he checked, that was never even on the to-do list.
“You have to be kidding me, Gentleponies. There is no way this man is over 200 hundred years old. That would make him my great, great, great ,great uncle at least,” Patricia argued.
“If you wish to pursue this case than make an official inquiry with the Royal court,” Hook responded with as he motioned for Lucius to follow them.
“I'm not leaving until I find what I'm looking for. This is my property after all,” Lucius spoke as he lowered his shield and moved to sheath his sword.
“If it gets you out of my house, I will hurry this along. What are you looking for, criminal?” Patricia asked.
Lucius ignored the comment as he stepped over the wounded officers to come face to face wit the woman.
“I'm looking for something old that would belong to a soldier,” Lucius spoke as he watched a gleam in the old woman's eyes.
“I have an old set of armour on a stand in my study,” she answered and with purpose and grace, turned to walk down the hallway. Lucius followed along with his two guards as they came to a spacious room lined with book shelves and other collectibles of varying historical value. The only thing that really caught his attention was the suit of armour that had gilded bronze and iron workings. He ran his finger over them and instantly he felt the mark left on him by Mars to glow dimly.
Follow your Father.
Lucius understood now. He quickly made haste to remove it from the wooden armour stand much to a protesting Patricia. Her protests however fell on deaf ears as the Centurion carried both the helmet and chest piece within his arms as he made his way to the door.
“This is robbery! The Crown will hear about this absurd behaviour!” Patricia screamed as she followed the group out and down the main stairs. “I'll make sure the Princesses flog you for these heinous aggression! Just wait till they hear from me!”
“That won't be necessary,” came Celestia's rather regal appearance but Lucius paused to see moe then just her regalia and instead locked in on her expression. Her mask that she used for others was lost to him as he could see the hurt and betrayal. “I will ensure you are properly compensated, Miss Vor. Although this man by all accounts, is the ruling head of the Vor family, he still is not accustomed to his environment. I apologize on his behalf as I am assuming he was less than charming,”
Patricia Vor was properly taken by surprise but she was quick to regain her own composure as she bent low to in a bow before approaching the Alicorn. “He was a bit of a trouble maker, Your Highness, but it was nothing the Police and I couldn't handle,”
“We are still in very much pain up here,” came a moan from above.
“Yes, dears, and medics are on their way! Now, Princess, I must say that the damage that this man has done both physically and mentally is immense! Now he is taking a valued family heirloom with him!”
“This is my Father's armour. You, you pitiful excuse for a Vor, have no clue about our family heritage. If I ever have the power to denounce you-” Lucius began but was quickly cut short as white pristine wings found their way to cover his mouth.
“What my fiancé says is due to some scars he has suffered due to past battles. It would be in his best interest to remain quiet,” Celestia reasoned as her large violet eyes bored through the man. “I will personally ensure that costs are paid in full when I return to Canterlot, Mayor Patricia,”
“Thank you, your Highness! You surely are a gifted Mare and I wish you all the luck in your Husband taming, Lords know I had a hard time!” the woman laughed which caused Lucius and his two guards to roll their eyes.
The event quickly passed as Lucius was practically pushed past the medics who were arriving through the front door. He tried to turn back to talk to Celestia but every time he tried a wing would out stretch and slap him back into step. The Mare refused to look at him and he knew why.
He had left in the middle of the night after they laid as lovers for the first time. He was not exactly laudable in the category of relationships or romance but what he did was still low. He half expected her to gut him on the stairs but as they marched off from the Mansion towards a rather large airship, he knew that he was going to be hearing it full blast in mere moments.
“So we are getting married?” Lucius decided to break the tension in the hopes he wouldn't get to feel an Alicorn horn through his heart.
“My Sister found out about our late night embrace and decided that a Royal announcement was to be made. All of this without even a word to me,” Celestia finally spoke. “Now I am betrothed to an ass who bails in the middle of the night,”
“Cele-” Lucius tried.
“No,” She instantly stomped her hoof down. “I needed you, Lucius. My nation may very well be going to war with Gods of old and you decide to disappear for almost an entire week just for some old armour,”
Lucius was quiet for a moment as they started to board the airship. Celestia didn't hesitate to order the crew to launch as she magically dragged the Centurion to her personal chambers.
“I'm sorry, Celestia,” Lucius spoke as he set the armour down near the bed stand. “but I think the armour is another key in helping us stop the forces that beckon to attack,”
“I don't doubt your purpose, Lucius,” The Princess spoke as her form seemed to deflate slightly after entering her private room. “I just wanted to be included in it. I want you to trust me. You should have told me of this secret mission tasked to you,”
Lucius discarded the old helmet quickly atop the bed and closed the distance between the Princess and himself. His arms outreached to touch her snow white fur and to hold her close until he hit a shield. He tried to push forward but was stopped by an invisible magical shield. He pounded his fist on the shield to see it shimmer.
“Promise me, Lucius. I can't look after you and Equestria all at once. I can't risk turning my back, unsure if you are behind me or not when I turn back around,” Celestia spoke through a sob as she lowered her rump down to sit in a ungraceful slump. Lucius halfheartedly pounded on the shield as he observed tears running down Celestia's cheeks. “I need you to trust me as much as I trust and love you,”
Lucius could feel the very pain that he inflicted and it stung deeper than any dagger in the back. He failed to keep his own composure as he slid to his knees. Another sob came from Celestia as the shield came down to cause the Soldier to fall on all fours. He had failed her as a Man and as a Soldier. His shield was not where it should have been and the Century crumbled. The Century was his beloved Celestia now and he had failed her.
“I promise that I will never keep you in the dark again. I failed you, Celestia,”
With those words he could feel Celestia's magic pull him into her open arms as she squeezed him with all her might.
“I'm you holding you to those words,”
A man exited the last passenger train car with a hoodie to cover most of his face. His rough cough echoed even among the busy Manehatten crowd as more then a few citizens gave the man some more room with covered mouths. If the man noticed he didn't let it show as he moved forward through the crowd and up the stairs to the main streets. From there he simply made his way along the street before eventually getting to the dock.
The waning Sun in the distance was showing that the day's end was soon to be upon him which made him pick up his pace slightly. He dodged through most of the crowd before a loud whistle blast signalled another long day of work for most of the dock staff. As a large crowd began their escape they were met with a man who produced pamphlets from underneath his hoodie.
“Come get your free coupons here!”
The man sniffed and coughed which caused more than a few ponies to ignore him but others were far less caring. The young man smiled as he gave away almost all of his pamphlets except one.
Free coupon of health by Morbus !
Luna was amidst the turmoil as ponies were galloping around, often with a stack of papers and reports. Most of the reports were fragmented while others were just outright hysterical. The best that she could get without having her own hooves on the ground was that a disease was breaking out. Those reports came in about an hour ago and then the line for the Manehatten headquarters went quiet. Luna tapped her hoof with impatience as her gaze lifted to see the clock. The next report was already twenty minutes late and to top off this whole debacle, Celestia had vanished after Lucius was sighted in Neapolis.
Her sister leaving was also a small blessing as she had to deal with the Mare. For a Mare that was over one thousand years old, Luna was unsure how she survived without a stallion or a man in Celestia's case. Luna had to deal with a love sick foal while Lucius was gone and for once she honestly wished the Man was back so Celestia had some one else to pester.
Luna gave her head a quick shake as another report finally came through.
The war room grew quiet as Luna hit her hoof on the desk to demand silence. Her eyes ran over the report which caused her to grimace. The report was vague but it reinforced her bad feeling.
“Captain, prep my airship. Send a message to Princess Celestia to inform her of the situation,”
Captain Trueshot nodded and saluted as the Princess made haste for the door and out. After a moment he turned to the report that was left on the desk.
“The disease is spreading too fast. Vaccines ineffective. They are breaching the building now. Tell my Husband that I'm sorry,”
Truseshot read out as the entire room fell into a sombre quiet.
Celestia awoke before Lucius and so began to take this moment to her advantage. She quickly gathered most of Lucius washables and left the room as quietly as she could but the tunic and such in her magical grasp soon made her gag. Quickly she made her way to her own private bathroom that before their nap she forcefully made the Man take a dunk. Now all she had to do was clean the clothes which she took a quiet happiness in. Her soft humming tune was heard from within the room as she worked away.
This happy moment disturbed by a loud knock on the door.
“Your Highness, a letter has arrived for you,”
The Princess gave a out a very quiet sigh before pulling the door open and levitating the letter inside. Without losing much momentum on her original task, she opened the letter and began to read. Quickly, the clothes that she was washing, was becoming less and less urgent. Deciding that the contents were now priority number one, she flung the wet clothes on a nearby line before making all due haste to the bridge.
“Helmspony, change course. Manehatten, full ahead,”
“Aye, aye, Princess,”
Celestia gazed out into the distance through the bridge view ports.
“Navigation, time till arrival?”
The Unicorn that was scrambling over his maps was quickly doing some calculations after giving the helmsman directions.
“Estimated time of arrival is around six hours, Princess,”
Celestia then beckoned for the communications officer.
“Send Princess Luna that we are en route with the ETA. I have Lucius and will begin to aid upon arrival,”
“Yes, Princess,”
She exhaled slowly as she missed that only a moment ago she was simply worried about a simple cloak and tunic.
Lucius groaned as he felt himself slowly turn in the soft and almost inescapable bed. It was as if his form was sinking through clouds that the gods themselves designed for mortal comfort. His grin enlarged as he spared himself a moment or two more before reaching over to scoop his Fiancee into his arms. He needed to make it up to her knowing full well that neither Woman nor Mare was a fun thing to deal with when angry. His arms stretched out only to feel an empty space which caused him to open one eyelid slowly. His arms didn't lie as he observed that indeed the bed had only one occupant.
A groan escaped his lips knowing full well that his time in bed was coming to a close as he pulled the sheets away from his form. The first thing he noticed was his clothes hanging from a nearby rack. With a smile on his lips he begun to get dressed as well as donning his armour. After all was done, he opened the door to find himself almost bowled over by passing sailors who only gave a shout of apology before continuing on. Immediately knowing that this was beyond normal, he gathered his shield and made his way to the bridge.
Celestia turned her head as she witnessed Lucius step onto the bridge. He noticed a faint smile but it quickly dissipated as she focused on something in the distance.
“Sleep well?”
Lucius stood beside her to inspect what she was observing in the distance. All he could make out was smoke in the distance but that was usually nothing good.
“Yes,” The Centurion answered before leaning closer to her. “Although I was missing something that I like to wake up to,”
Celestia let a small smile escape before smacking the human with her wing.
Lucius ignored the smack with his own small grin.
“We are going to Manehatten. If the reports are telling the truth, it would seem that the next attack is being placed into action,” Celestia explained as she glanced at a clock. “We should be there in another forty-five minutes. I assume you will be ready?”
Lucius placed the edge of his shield on the ground to rest his hands on it. “I am ready now. Do we have any reinforcements or are we to tackle this problem ourselves?”
“My Sister is already there dealing with the 'beachhead'. Apparently it is some sort of disease but the reports are very scarce of information. The local militia should be assembling but it will be hard to determine how many exactly we will have at our disposal,”
Lucius turned and placed a hand on Celestia's neck. “Wait. We are facing against disease? Is it even a wise decision for us to be entering such an area?”
“If it takes my life to defeat this evil, than so be it,” Celestia admitted as she gazed out the window towards the billowing smoke. “This evil is our fault, Lucius. Why should so many others suffer because of us?”
Lucius wanted to point out that it was more his burden to bare but choose that perhaps bringing up that old discussion was unwise. Instead, he began to stroke her side in the best attempt at comfort that he could think of.
“We will do everything that we can to stop this but I refuse to believe that this calamity is our fault. We need to concentrate on the battle ahead, don't let that imposed guilt clutter your vision,”
Celestia sat there for a moment to let his words sink in before nodding as a small smile managed to bubble to the surface. She leaned against her Human suitor and as she felt his arm reach around to pull her closer, she felt more sure of herself. Lucius was right and the fact that she let that bother her as much as it did was a little disturbing. She was Princess Celestia for pony's sake.
“You are right, my love,” Celestia gave the unprotected side of Lucius face a quick kiss before standing and moving towards the door. “I must prepare for our encounter. XO, you have the bridge,”
“Yes, Ma'am,” A pony wearing a naval hat saluted before turning back to over look the bridge crew.
Lucius gave her a nod before turning back to look over the horizon to see the smoke filled distance drawing closer by the minute.
Luna twirled in place as her twin swords cut through the ponies before her. Her chest heaved with every pained breath she could manage. Her gilded lunar armour now streaked with a mixture of blood, puss and other bodily fluid she didn't even want to think about. Another form manage to crawl over the rampart and with the swiftness of light, her blade cut upwards to hear a gurgling as the body fell below with a sickening thump. Since she landed with her personal regiment, she was at battle. The dockyard, or at least as much as she could initially secure, was at a non-stop pace of frantic movement.
Evacuation was a nightmare that was almost impossible to contain. The Bridges were shut down completely to halt anything from entering or leaving the area which was currently Luna's only saving grace. She could monitor the flow of fleeing citizens while ensuring nothing infected leaves the island.
“Princess!” A call came from below the ramparts as Luna sliced through what she could only assume was a Mare. The Princess gathered this moment to look down as a Lunar guard beside her stabbed forth with his spear to skewer another attacker.
“HMS Solar will be here in five minutes!”
Luna nodded as she took flight to gather more intelligence on the surrounding defences. She also took this moment to clear her head of the day's actions. The three ways into the harbour had two story tall ramparts and were holding for now. Though as grisly as it seemed, the dead enemy were starting to create effective ramps to scale the wall. To this, she had to use Unicorn's that were taught in fire magic to burn the outside of the perimeter.
To top it all off, she still has yet to see the actual attacker in the flesh, so to speak. There were moments that she doubted that there was an evil “God” behind any of this until she gazed upon her sickly subjects. Beyond the wall were thousands of them. If the insane creature behind all of this truly wanted this city then Luna couldn't stop them. Her magic reservoir was already running on low as it pained her to use the most basic spell. She watched as another boat departed full to the brim with survivors. Every time a vessel leaves there is added but only a few more drops of hope to an otherwise bleak view. The assault upon Canterlot was but mere child's play when comparing the pure violence and terror that they sowed.
“Princess Luna! We have it!”
Luna turned once more as she sheathed her twin scimitars. Below her, a pony and human in white lab coats waved enthusiastically. A spark ignited within Luna which caused her form to drop with great speed and land with the grace to match any Pegasi.
“Report, Doctors,” Luna ordered.
An older male Human ran a hand through his hair as he produced a vial. “We believe this is the counter agent,”
“The results from the infected ponies show that this is something never before seen in our history but we were wrong. This is defiantly some thing bio engineered but the level of sophistication is on a level so much beyond us that it is frightening and informative on equal measures!” The Mare pony explained rapidly as she flipped through a clipboard.
“Ms. Grace here is correct. This is a combination of Smallpox and Potomac Horse Fever! Whoever created this has somehow combined the two together! That is why we initially thought it was something new all together but with this we manage to create something that might just work,”
The Mare nodded towards her partner before looking up to the Princess again.
“Your Highness, I must warn you though. There is something in this infection that is magical by origin. I believe whoever is responsible for this has magical sway over whoever is infected. This kind of sickness shouldn't have the infected attacking us like this,”
Luna nodded as she levitated the vial before her eyes. Inside the tube was a blue substance that seemed to have the same properties of blood minus the colour.
“Is the person who invented this sickness plagued with it as well?” Luna asked as she placed the back into the safe case provided by the doctor.
“If my theory is correct, than I would almost say it is certain,”
“Than, if I inject this into the carrier would this solve our problem?”
The two Doctors looked at each other before gazing back at the armoured Princess.
“If the Illness is what is keeping the link between the victims and the carrier than it would. If we kill or remove the agitator, than the infected ponies should stop their aggressive behaviour,” The mare spoke up as she removed the glass.
“We are making more for when we can safely start mass producing the cure,”
Luna nodded as she made sure the possible end to this madness was safely stored in a pack before thanking the two and their team. Princess turned on the spot to head towards the end of the dock as another messenger flew towards her.
“Princess, the Kanadians are here to provide help. They brought doctors and as much supplies as they could manage. Should we start ferrying them over now?”
Luna couldn't help but grin. Things were starting to finally turn. After several hours of killing her own kin or watching them be killed, she finally could see the end. As she thought this she noticed the sister of her own grand flagship starting its decent.
The HMS Solar reflected the last of the day's light and Luna smiled. With her beloved sister at her side, they will surely break this wave of terror. They will stomp on the forces of chaos and hate to bring the torch of hope back to it's people. Luna did her sacred duty and with the small amount of magic she had left, she began to raise the full moon over the land to bath it in her light.
Luna breathed in deep as the moonlight seemed to light a fire within her but as she opened her eyes once more she noticed the light from HMS Solar didn't die down.
In fact it seemed to be growing stronger.
Luna had to squint her eyes before she noticed that the airship wasn't slowing down. An explosion rocked the airship as a billow of smoke joined the already damaged city. The Nocturnal Princess watched in new found terror as the Solar passed overhead and deeper into the city. In a crash that shook the very ground where she stood, Luna was mute in shock.
The HMS Solar had crashed into the heart of the plagued city.
A striking figure. Intimidating, fierce, authoritative and pure awe inspiring. It was a few words that Celestia has heard through the many years that she lived when times required that she would wear such a thing. She stood before her mirror and gazed upon her figure. Thick plate armour painted white with golden gilded memorials of wars gone past. Faceless Pegasi wings jut from her pauldrons in intricate, masterwork fashion that would make any blacksmith or metal worker shake in the knees with jealousy. Ribbons held in place by wax scroll in an ancient language of her praise but when Celestia finally took in her appearance, all she could think was of death.
Before the elements of Harmony, there was only battle. When words failed to conference peace, there was the sword. When the Dictator found power, there was arrows, shattered shields and misery. None of those ponies lived besides her and her dearest Sister. She alone carried the torch of so many and even if many would think she looked absolutely majestic in her armour, all she could see was the blood that was impossible to wash off.
With a heave of her magic she also raised an artifact of her past that has killed both usurper and dictator. A loud clang rang out in the dressing room as Celestia rested her personal halberd on her side.
Light of Vengeance .
The weapon itself was made with the embers of dragon rock. A total of five master weapon smiths had worked upon it and to this day, it has remained in almost pristine condition but much like her armour, Celestia knew better. It may seem almost perfect but it was dirty just like anything else from her past.
All of this brought upon her the memories of old and the scars that they wrought.
“Celestia?”
A knock echoed into the room and than a gasp.
Celestia spotted Lucius with an agape mouth. She turned with loud hoof steps that echoed as metal seemed to crash against metal. The Princess waited for him to speak but as the moments dragged on she gave a soft cough which seemed to pull him out of his stupor. Lucius still didn't mutter a word however as he took a few careful steps towards her and ran his fingers along her armour.
“This is gorgeous,”
Celestia let out a sigh. “It is but metal,”
“No this,” Lucius said as he tapped his own armour. “This is just metal. What you are wearing is something I have never seen before,”
Celestia closed her eyes and as one, her mane seemed to slow its usual flow. Her head lowered and her own voice seemed to be stuck in her throat.
“What's wrong?” Lucius paused as he slid his hand across her face to cup her cheek.
“You've seen this armour once before,” Celestia manage to choke out.
“I don't understand,” Lucius admitted only to see Celestia look at him with fresh tears.
“I was wearing this when we first met, my Love,” Celestia admitted as she pushed past his form with heavy footsteps. “This armour is soaked in so much blood that I can't see it as anything else but filthy,”
Lucius listened as he tried his hardest to remember. He recalled the battle but the last moments were still foggy. The moment that he was turned to stone however was still fresh. Nothing in his life had him endure such pain.
“Thousands of Humans, Ponies, Gryphons, Horses and even Dragons. I've shed blood for millenniums, Lucius, but after our fated battle I found a happiness. For over two hundred years, Equestria had known true peace and even though I have spent nights gazing at your stone encased figure, I could sleep knowing Ponies knew serenity. Why can't I have happiness?”
Lucius watched in shock as Celestia crashed her large polearm through the door to see it shatter into both metal and wooden fragments. The metal head of the Halberd was ignited in a fiery orange flame and the Centurion thought for a moment he could see a spark or two from the Princess's mane as it rapidly started to flow.
“Do I not deserve happiness? Have I not done my best to ensure that Ponies could live peacefully?” Celestia fumed as her sadness turned to rage and frustration.
“Celestia?” Lucius asked as he tried to outstretch his hand towards he but all he got was a stomp of her hoof to shake the ground.
“I have sacrificed much for Equestria. I even banned my own sister for a thousand summers!” The Princess fumed. “All I want is for the land is peace. Why is conflict the only thing I seem to bring?”
Lucius jumped into action as tried to grasp Celestia's seething anger towards him. There was only a small amount of things that the Roman Soldier regretted in his life, and this action he almost wanted to add to the list. He witnessed face to face the pure fury of the Princess of the Sun. Her usual Violet eyes flickered with a hidden flame that Lucius has never seen before.
“Celestia, you need to listen to me,” Lucius tried to reason but as he ran his hand along her neck he swore he could feel his hand heat up unnaturally high. “Equestria depends on you because you are strong enough to bear that weight but you are not alone. Your Sister has returned to you and you have friends that all respect you for your wisdom,”
Celestia seemed to pause for a moment as her eyes closed. Her breathing which seemed ragged started to regulate.
Lucius pushed his advantage, thanking Jupiter that for once he was not completely useless at conversation.
“You told me that I have someone who loves me and wants to share my burdens. You offered me this. I would be a horrible mate and a Man if I did not help share your burdens as well,” Lucius offered and before he knew it he was already having Celestia resting her head onto his shoulder. He caught something out the edge of his vision and by instinct, he put his hand out to catch it. The Halberd shaft landed in the palm of his hand but it didn't stop like he expected. The Centurion had to use most of his muscle just to keep it up right. A grunt escaped his lips as he tried to keep Celestia's head comfortable but also keeping the ridiculous weapon upright.
Celestia choked but as she raised her head the vibrant violet eyes returned and her horn was alight to levitate the weapon out of Lucius struggling grasp. She tried not to laugh as she used the Centurion's cloak to wipe the tears from her eyes.
“I'm sorry, love. I don't have many to vent too,” she mentioned as she let herself take one deep breath in. As if steeling her resolve she slammed the halberd down to shake the floor. “Let us rid this evil,”
“Agre-” Lucius tried to agree until an explosion shook the entire airship.
“Mayday! Mayday!” echoed out from the speakers in the hallways as a cloud of smoke started to come from the engine room.
Celestia had remained anchored for the blast but she noticed that Lucius wasn't so lucky. She almost panicked when she noticed that her favourite human was collapsed against the bulkhead just outside of her room. Adrenaline immediately started to flow as she leaped in all of her armoured fury to his side to bend low. She tried to phase everything else out for only a moment and she was rewarded with something that made her heart flutter. She could feel Lucius breath against her ear and with that, she lifted him atop her back.
Another explosion rocked the airship as Celestia noticed running ponies with fire extinguishers. Ignoring them she made her way to the bridge with a speed that almost seemed unnatural while covered in such a suit. Her presence on teh bridge however seemed unwanted as she entered through the last door to see the body of her XO draped over one of the consoles, a dagger protruding from his back. In a moment Celestia knew that this was no accident.
“Princess!” a voice cried out which caused Celestia to turn to see another dagger thrusting towards her.
The Princess didn't even move as she witnessed the weapon harmlessly deflect off her pauldron. The pony that initiated the attack lifted his dagger to see the crack that was already appearing along the spine of the blade. He lifted his stunned gaze back up to the towering Royalty but immediately regretted it. There was no love. There was no kindness. The only emotion the young stallion could see was the flames of retribution. His life was soon short lived as his body ascended with the deadly assistance of the Princess' weapon until his motionless corpse was a new ceiling decoration.
“Report,” Celestia called out as she pulled her weapon free and making sure no other threats were present.
The Navigator coughed before trying to stand but was halted by Celestia's own.
“They hit us all at once. None of them were a part of the bridge staff. They took off shortly after leaving him,” the Unicorn pointed to the gruesome mess on the ceiling. “To make sure we didn't reach Manehatten,”
Celestia nodded before concentrating on the sailor's wound with her own magic. “I have managed to stop anything fatal but you need medical attention, Sailor,”
“Yes, Ma'am,”
Celestia levitated Lucius from her back and placed him against the wall with all of his belongings.
“I leave him in your stead. If for whatever reason this Human comes into harm, my punishment will not be swift and it will not be gentle,”
The Stallion simply nodded his head in acknowledgement.
“Make sure that we get to Manehatten,”
Was all Celestia said before leaving the bridge and closing the door behind her.
“Hurry!” the Mare shouted as she pressed her body against the engine room door. She wore the grey overalls of the Engineer corps and she wore it with pride. She just never thought that she'd be in such a situation that would require her to actually put her life on the line. The sweat beads ran down her body as she used all of her might to keep the door closed but a strong heave almost caused her to buckle over.
“I can't hold this, Shimmer!”
The other Mare rapidly mumbled words that were barely even coherent to her as her magic ran over the massive magical engine. She was trained to maintain, improve or replace parts but never to sabotage. The chief engineer was already dead and it fell upon their hoofs to make sure that none of the bastards could tamper with their baby.
“Done!” she exhaled in triumph only to turn around to see the door wide open and her partner, Tanker, held by the throat. The room was quiet, except for the engine, as the three attackers brandished their assorted blade weapons.
“We are going to need you to undo your little project there,” The lead Mare ordered as she motioned toward the engine with her sabre.
“Don't do it, Shimmer!” Tanker shouted before a hoof collided with her gut to silence any further outbursts.
Shimmer backed away until she felt the engine behind her. Options began to run through her mind at what seemed like light speed but through her heavy breath, neither her magic nor her body listened. She began to shake until she noticed a flicker of lights from the room adjacent to the engine room. Shimmer's eyes looked beyond her attacker to see a form in the darkened shadows.
A cry of pain erupted from the stallion guarding the door moments before he was pulled into the darkness.
Every eye now turned to the dark as the Stallion holding Tanker dropped her to turn towards the new threat. He held his sword out but his arm began to slightly shake.
The moment of stillness was disturbed with a heavy hoof steps. Celestia broke through the darkness with her bloodied weapon and before the stallion near Tanker could even budge a muscle, the axe head fell. The strike held such power and momentum that it even broke through the steel floor. Tanker watched in utter horror as she witnessed her attacker suddenly cleaved in two like a hot knife through hay-butter. Not even a sound escaped the Stallion before the two separate pieces fell to the floor.
“So the Princess finally shows?” the lone attacker still alive said as she spun around with Shimmer in her grasp, sabre held to her throat.
Celestia retrieved her weapon without a hint of regret or sickness at the display before turning towards the final assailant. Her face didn't show the soft kindness or wisdom but that of a one passing judgment. The glare of condemnation.
“If you move even a muscle I will slit her throat!” the pony cried out as Shimmer began to break down in small sobs.
Celestia had paused with her weapon pointed towards the ceiling.
“What do you gain from this?” The Solar Princess questioned.
“Furiae will grant us all eternal happiness in the afterlife. When I die, I will be reunited with my dead Son and there is nothing you can do!” the Mare began to shout in an almost fanatical tone. Her eyes were wide as her smile grew. “All that she asks of us is to eliminate the Human,”
“You wish for death then,” Celestia dead panned as she used a flicker of her magic to cause a burst in the pipes behind the assailant. In a burst of heated steam she screamed and convulsed forward; her hoofs desperately trying to remove the uniform that was now drenched in the scolding hot moisture. Her writhing was halted when the Halberd came crashing down to skewer the traitor motionless.
The two surviving Ponies watched in a weird mix of disgust and relief before they noticed the Princess's gaze look over them.
“Make sure you are not injured than repair the engine the best you can,”
They were quiet for a moment before nodding with mouths agape as they watched their Commander leave.
Celestia went from deck to deck clearing all those that defied her.
It was a massacre but to those who were still loyal, it was a welcoming sight. The Marines even cheered as they charged the enemy when their Princess showed up to offer aid. It was at this point that Celestia found the last group holding out near the starboard magazine housing. Her steps came to the door and as she entered the worst happened. She witnessed the five remaining Ponies chanting in a low murmur with a single cracked keg of black powder spilled among them. Celestia watched in sudden shock as the leading Stallion raised a glowing horn but the Princess didn't need to see anything else.
Celestia slammed the door shut and galloped with all her might. Orders were given as every Pony soon dropped everything to run. Celestia wasted no more time as she developed a bright bubble around her that every loyal Pony flocked to. It was that moment of silence that Celestia truly feared as the ship rocked so heavily that Celestia honestly thought the Flagship was torn in two.
The Roman Gods must be looking out for her as the shield she erected held steady amongst the sea of smoke and fire. The HMS Solar however was no longer air worthy. Orders of abandon ship was ushered and as soon as she could the shield was dropped and she galloped at full speed for the bridge. When she arrived she noticed that the bridge was in worse shape than she had left it. The Navigator was still at the wheel but she noticed his form was no longer moving as it was slumped over the steering wheel.
“Lucius! Where are you?” Celestia shouted as the smoke began to come through the now open door. Her eyes looked around for his form but couldn't see him nor his things anywhere on the bridge until the thought hit her. “You fool!” she muttered before turning back towards her private quarters through smoke. Her hoof steps were begging to feel hotter by the moment which signalled that the below decks were probably consumed by fire.
“Lucius!” Celestia managed to choke out as she came to her room to see her Lover had managed to tie a piece of cloth over his mouth and nose. In his hands were his Father's chest piece but before she could truly argue she simply levitated him over to her side to run.
The next moment was a blur as the two turned to see out the closest view port to observe land coming awfully close, awfully fast.
The two turned towards the mattress and nodded as they threw it against the bulkhead and then braced but not before Celestia sneaked in one final kiss which the Centurion returned.
Luna watched as the flaming airship of twisting metal passed overhead. She could see the damage and her heart began to twist as she could not see any Ponies escape the wreckage with either wing or parachute. Her eyes painfully watched as the ship finally plummeted into the downtown city. A brand new cloud of dark smoke and further explosions echoed along the streets. The encampment was still in silence and movement as every Pony and Human tried to understand what they just saw.
Luna however was starting at a gallop. Her magic pulled her swords and within a moment she cleared the rampart with wings stretched out. Reason was thrown out to be replaced with sadness that acted much like a sickness of the mind. Her emotions began to take control as she tried to hurry with all of her speed but she wasn't alone. It took her a double take but she witnessed fast moving yet large figures below. For a moment she was expecting an enemy but her heart fluttered for but a moment as she witnessed it was instead allies but not of her own kin.
Kanada was a small nation northeast bound that was a major trade partner of both Equestria and the Crystal Empire equally. While there was ponies who indeed live there, the tundra covered land was populated mostly by Humans and Eurasian Wolves. The two work together in what was known as the Bonding. A single wolf would pledge it's life to a single mating pair and from then on would act like any true close knit family. In both the diamond mines and fisheries, the two species worked in tandem often to each others benefit.
This also was true to combat.
Humans rode on the back of the large creatures as the wolves seemed to batter any of the infected away with their large paws. Never stopping to engage any real threat, they simply leaped over many and for any of the infected Pegasi that actually showed signs of flying, the mounted human would strike out with either spear or shield. The Humans rode in pairs often male and female assorting different weapons.
Their speed was shocking too as Luna soon found that they were catching up to the Princess. She witnessed the leading pair, noticing the Human female look back up to her and nodded before saying something to the Wolf who gave a bark. Luna, now with the help of her allies, charged through most of the forces arrayed between her and Celestia's airship, the HMS Solar.
As they came closer to the crash site, the bleaker the picture was painted. A fireball erupted from it's side as massive cracks and tears appeared along the bulk of the vessel. As far as she could tell, there was no survivors yet. She landed with such velocity that concrete below her crumbled but soon her mass was moving again towards a hatch with the door ripped off.
“Princess!” a female voice shouted.
Luna turned to see a Wolf looking down on her from almost a head taller. His brown and white fur did little to hid all of the muscle beneath. The rest of the allied forces made a crescent defensive formation around them as the lead female rider disembarked along with the male that sat behind her. The female was of darker skin than her male counterpart but they dressed in the same fashion of wolf fur and dark blue linen.
“I am Captain Ye'Lucia. This is my mate Ye'Gaarm,” she gestured towards the man behind her who gave a nod of his head. “And this is Ye'Varl,” she said as she ran her fingers through the Wolf's fur.
“Greetings, Princess,” the Wolf greeted in a deep voice as he dipped his head in respect.
Luna watched as he spoke to examine the rather vicious looking row of teeth that he bore but knew better to pay it any more attention. They may have been enemies many, many years ago but it was still hard to see a Carnivore and not naturally react. Luna opted to nod her head to greet the beast in return.
“We have come to help the best we can, Princess,” Gaarm managed as he pulled an arrow from his quiver.
“He is right,” Lucia agreed with her own voice of pride. “We have been allies for many years and it would sour the taste on my tongue to think we ignored you in a time of need,”
A low hum from Varl echoed the sentiment.
Luna was almost taken back from this. She has been locked away for a thousand years and last she knew, their neighbours were nothing close to the word Allies. Her mind flew back to the thought of Celestia and she nodded.
“I need to find my Sister in this airship. Can you defend this position until I return?” Luna asked making sure to not sound like she was giving an order.
“To our last breaths,” Varm growled out which his two Human riders nodded to with a grin.
“Thank you,” Luna said as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She turned and in an instant, was inside the burning wreck.
Lucius awoke with a startle as his breath was hard to find. He had to cough so much that his lungs and throat ached to stop. His vision wasn't faring much better as he had to blink several times. His body felt insanely hot and as his eyes finally began to function he could see why. The fire was slowly starting to inch towards them which caused him to look down at Celestia's still form.
“Celestia!” he did his best at crying out but his voice protested with searing pain. He jumped into action as he wrapped his arms around the barrel of her chest and heaved. The Centurion pushed his muscles almost to the point that he thought they would fall off only to notice that the Princess moved a few inches. With worry now spreading through his body, he bent low over her face and checked for any sign of life which was rewarded with breathing. With at least that worry set aside he looked back to figure a way to move this dreadnought. He found it ironic that the armour that he was so fascinated by may very well kill the one being he loved above all else. “You stubborn Pony! Get up!”
He cried and cursed as he tried to push the Princess only to manage a few inches at a time. Hope was draining from him and when he honestly thought this would be their metal tomb, a pony shambled around the corner.
“Get over here and help me!” Lucius pleaded as he positioned himself to push once more until he noticed the odd pony dressed in a gown shamble closer. Her eyes were fogged and foam were evident around the edges of her mouth. Hairs began to stand up on the back of Lucius neck. The Mare stumbled forward without saying a single word until she was a foot away from the two. Lucius trusted his gut as he pulled his Pugio from his belt and stabbed upwards to catch the Mare who leaped forward. The assaulting mare landed atop the Human with the dagger deep in her chest but she didn't stop. Hoofs swung at the Human which connected with his chest but thankfully the plate armour took enough of the brunt force. Her mouth had snapped down with angry chattering and if Lucius' hand wasn't around her neck he was sure that he would be missing some flesh by now. The warrior concentrated on his own weapon as he pulled it free and repeated the deadly work until the Mare was still.
A quiet prayer left Lucius lips as he pushed the Mare off him only to see that she brought friends. His hands worked quickly to grab his shield and unsheathe his sword.
“Come on!” He yelled and kicked at Celestia's still form. He could see the head move slightly but his time ran out as he pushed forward with his shield to stop a Stallion from taking a bite out of Lucius' fiancee. The missed bite was rewarded with a jab that took the Gladius through the neck. The other two mares shambled as one and leaped onto his shield which almost caused him to buckle over. With a loud grunt and muscles that have seemed to protest to the point of quitting, he leaned his shield into the wall. He effectively had the mares pinned as they gnawed and punched at anything in reach until swift thrusts caused them to cease any movement.
His breath became more ragged as he felt that there was suddenly more smoke than oxygen within the small hallway. He dropped to a knee and let his lungs breath only to hear rapid hoof beats approaching around the corner which he prepared for with his shield raised. He could hear the threat getting closer and closer and when they were about to pass the corner he pushed forward. His shield came in contact with something much heavier than he expected but he didn't relent until he hit the opposite wall. His sword was about to jerk forward until he saw two swords about to do the same to him. It was at that moment that he observed Princess Luna in equal amounts of confusion.
“Thank the Gods!” Lucius prayed as he flung his shield around the Nocturnal Princess and pulled her into a hug.
Luna was surprised but was now dumbfounded as the Human that had mediocre relations with was now embracing her as a Sister. She could smell the blood and smoke that smothered his exposed skin but it was only for a moment as he pulled away to show Celestia's prone, motionless form.
“Tia!” Luna shouted in worry as she closed the distance to her sister. Her hooves lifted the Mares face and before Lucius could say anything, Luna gave the older sister a firm smack across the face. “Tia! It would be very wise to wake now!” Another slap joined the first and Lucius' heart beat with pure joy as the white mare's eyes slowly opened to show brilliant violet orbs.
Lucius approached from their side to make sure that she could also see her.
“We need to leave this inferno, Celestia!” Lucius plead as he helped Luna pull the stupefied and coughing mare to her hooves. The older sister stumbled but Luna help counter it by being at her side. Lucius strapped his father's armour onto his back the best he could with given the time and he motioned towards the way Luna had come. “I'll lead the way, follow me!”
It was slow at first as the only sounds that didn't come from the burning wreck was the three ponies causing a coughing fit but the air was becoming clearer and soon the moonlight broke through an open hatch. The Centurion stuck his head out to see large wolves and Humans striking out against a horde of the shambling ponies but considering the circumstances he didn't question. Luna pushed the stumbling Princes out of the hatch and quickly followed after. The Centurion took a step out of the hatch to find an odd layout before him. He knew that Canterlot had somewhat tall buildings but his beloved Rome nor Canterlot came close to these monstrous structures. He had to crane his neck just to see the top but he didn't let his observation linger before coming to a stop before Celestia who was steadying her own legs.
“Are you ok? Are you injured?” He fussed over her immediately which only gave him a soft smile and a kiss on his lips for an answer. He pursed his own lips before smiling at the stubborn Mare but Luna was quick to split the moment.
“We need to end this now while we still have forces to spare!” Luna shouted over the battle raging around them. “The thing responsible is probably at city hall which is three city blocks that way,”
Lucius nodded knowing that his part to play in this scheme was coming soon. “Do you have any information on the responsible party?”
Luna shook her head but soon were interrupted as a woman of darker skin approached, bloody from battle but otherwise seemed good to fight.
“Princess!” she exclaimed with a smile as she witnessed Celestia getting much more confident on her Hooves. She turned to Luna “We are holding, Princess, but we are not a defensive force. I am assuming you have a plan?”
Lucius watched all of this with curiosity as he gave the woman a look over which caused a white Mare to slap him upside the head with her wing.
“We do. Are your forces prepared to move out?”
“Just say the word,”
“Perfect, follow me,” Luna ordered and with that, the Human ran back to her wolf giving out a long whistle that pierced the night air.
“Are you in condition to fly, Tia?” Luna questioned as she gave her own wings a couple of test flaps.
Celestia who remained quiet stretched out her own long wings and gave them heavy beats to lift her entire armoured figure off the ground. Lucius watched in pure amazement at the strength she must have to lift that much off the ground until he realized that there must be some sort of magic at work.
“Ok, I will lead,” Luna said and turned towards the direction she gestured to earlier.
Lucius suddenly found himself awkwardly without any means of transportation besides his own two legs. While he would have been fine with them, he looked up to Celestia who already was working on a spell to lift him. In that moment however, he was caught and lifted atop a wolf.
Celestia was stuck in awkward confusion. Either it was the previous experience that cooked her brain or maybe the smoke but she now just saw her Love being carried away. This caused her wings to beat faster and in no time flat she was catching up to the fast beast with a bewildered Centurion that was clasping on for his life.
Lucia and Gaarm watched in surprise as a rather upset Princess flew beside them and without a word spoken grasped the Human with her magic which only caused the poor Centurion to do helpless somersaults in the air. Lucius tried to right himself but he knew Celestia's magical field by colour and by touch and soon just gave up until he found two fore hooves wrap around his torso.
The rest of the flight was handled much more confidently as the large marble pillars of the City Hall were rapidly approaching and with that, a rather large army of shambling Ponies.
Luna came to a sudden stop still a block away and landed which caused most of the wolves to expertly come to a sliding stop. Celestia landed and for once, Lucius managed to make what was up and down.
The arranged allied forces gazed over the sea of ponies gathered around the building.
“There is no way we can make it through all of that with any certainty,” Varl spoke up as quiet as he could but even than the deepness awed the Centurion who was witnessing Wolves speak for the first time.
“If we fly over there we'd be swarmed as soon as we landed,” Celestia noted as she teleported her large Halberd back to her grasp.
“Than divert them away,”
All eyes fell on the Centurion who was already in the motion of taking off his helm.
“Care to make more sense than that, Roman?” Lucia questioned.
“Take your wolf pack and catch their attention. Lead them away from the building so that Celestia, Luna and myself can sneak in,” Lucius offered his plan which caused the surrounding party to look at each other in contemplation.
Celestia took a step beside Lucius with confidence “He's right. There is no need to throw your lives away when we can simply confuse and divert the enemy,”
Lucius wanted to kiss the Mare but he held his emotions in check.
“Alright but what if they don't bite?” Gaarm questioned until a helmet was thrown up to him. “What do you want me to do with this antique?”
“If I was a betting man, I would assume that the enemy is on the look out for a Roman Soldier,” Lucius offered as he unstrapped his fathers own armour and paused. His fingers traced over the armour and felt all of the small details but with a small smile threw it up to the rider as well. “Make sure they get a good look at you and they are sure to follow,”
Gaarm exchanged a look with his mate who was silent for a moment before grinning. The Male Kanadian let loose his own grin before replacing his helmet with the Centurion's.
“Be careful,” Lucius warned. “That armour belongs to my Father! I want that back afterwards!”
With that the wolves took off down a street with an odd looking one among them.
Celestia took a few steps closer to her lover and gave him another quick kiss on the back side of his ear which caused him to give a small laugh. He reached up to run his own fingers down Celestia's neck as she hummed with happiness.
“Try to remember that we are in a battle, you two,” Luna rolled her eyes as they waited in cover.
“She started it,” Lucius argued which got him another playful wing slap.
Lucius paused at the double doors that would lead into the main building. He gave a moment to look back at the sea of shambling ponies that were moving away. The plan had worked and with a quiet determination, the three made their way towards the building unimpeded. Perhaps their luck was changing for the better or perhaps this was all simply part of the Gods plan. Lucius knew better though. Perhaps before his life now, he would believe that the Gods had a plan and fate but he was fighting for them directly. If they had a plan it rested solely on his shoulders.
With that thought gone he settled his nerves and gave Luna and Celestia one last look. With their nods he pushed the door open to reveal a large open room with pillars leading down either side. The lighting was turned off besides a few candles that were alight along a large staircase leading to the second floor. Multiple flags were strewn about and signs of battle were clear as Lucius kicked over what he assumed was some sort of a helmet with a see through mask.
“There is foul magic here,” Celestia mentioned as the three slowly spread out from the front door.
“Very astute,”
All three stopped in their tracks and prepared themselves.
Lucius watched as a man dressed in a suit took slow steps down the large stairway. His black hair was slick to the side and his eyes were something of horrors. He would blink but there were no eyes which to cover. His eye sockets were empty and as the creature now came closer, Lucius could see small black ooze slowly dripping from within.
“I honestly expected you to die by my minions,” he spoke out before stopping on a landing which looked down on the three who stood at the ready. “I am thrilled that you have survived though!”
Lucius wished he had a Pilum for just this occasion. One good throw and perhaps he could end this Daemon here and now.
“I have heard that you killed off Zelus,” It spoke with his finger pressing against a corner of the mouth. “He was strong but always rushed to action. Me? I like when my enemy slowly decays from within,”
Lucius knew in an instant what he was. Morbus. Plague Spirits.
“I just wish I had more time to enact my full plan but Furiae was not one to be questioned. I just ask that you would simply make this effortless,”
The Centurion was instantly put on guard as the Spirit moved with the speed he almost couldn't catch until the full force was pushed against his shield. He was thrown back but his fight with Zelus had taught him well. His feet were quick to catch on and he came to a halt. His attacker didn't stop as a blade came down and in a instant he thought his life forfeit until a loud clashing of metal echoed.
Celestia was there with her own weapon and with a wide swipe she tried her best to counter but Morbus simply jumped back to land easily on a stair step. His own blade seemed to be as sickly as he was. It was chipped and rusted but Lucius knew better than to expect a Spirit to wield something that wasn't deadly.
Luna took flight and dived down only to have both of her slimmer blades parried and with his free hand pushed back in time to dodge Celestia's own thrust. The two Sister's worked in unison as the spirit dodged and parried until he saw his own chance to counter which swiped at Celestia causing her to take a few steps back. The Solar Princess gazed down to her right pauldron to notice a chip had indeed been cut away.
Luna witnessed this and pushed herself back into the offence with swirling blades. She had the Plague spirit on the defence and when she saw her own chance, she stabbed forth only to fall through a dense fog.
Lucius witnessed all of this and waited for his own moment to strike. His patience was trying until he noticed that the spirit went ethereal for a moment only to reappear behind Luna with large wings of decaying membrane wings stretching out from his back. His sword cut forth and Luna gave out a small cry as she fell to the stairs. Her wing was limp but through snarling glare she turned to face the threat before her.
Celestia took up her Sister's defence as she thrust up at the Spirit only to see the fog appear once more.
Lucius prepared as a blade swung down onto his shield. The rusty blade dug deep into the Roman shield and the Centurion had to fight the smell. His right arm began to develop the white ghastly flames once more and with that he struck forth with a quick jab which caught the stuck Spirit.
“So Mars did grant you power?” Morbus hummed with satisfied curiosity as if he was never stabbed in the heart at all. The Gladius that was now firmly driven deep into the chest cavity was stuck. The Centurion tried to maintain eye contact with his enemy while he pulled on the blade but the sockets that stared back shook his very nerves. “You have all of this power and yet you waste it, Centurion. These Ponies will never grant you what you want. They would rather see you buried away in a tomb than see the great Roman Empire stand once more. To see a power greater than they,”
Lucius refused to speak as he let go of his blade and instead kicked the pommel of his sword. His effort paid off as he noticed the blade driven down to the very hilt but the creature did not fall.
“Do you think you stab flesh? Pierce organs?”
The Gladius fell to the floor as the fog danced around behind the Human. Lucius was about to turn until he felt something flash by his head. He gazed at Celestia's Halberd, the wooden shaft that finished off with the metal head that had pierced the Spirit to the nearby wall.
“I am the spirit of disease and sickness. Do you think that mortal weapons, no matter their quality, would kill me?” the spirit echoed as if in a deep cavern. “As long as this plague is still bound to this earth, I shall exist,”
Luna had dug into her satchel and removed a small vial. It had a needle injector and with only a flicker of her magic the cap was removed.
“Than perhaps we should end this pestilence from which it started,” Luna said as she began at full gallop, her magic holding the vial out, ready to stab forth. The vial never made it though as she was soon covered in ponies who began to rain down from the ceiling. Without even a worry to their own life, they simply fell from the second story ledge and onto the main floor like some sick version of dive bombers.
Luna was suddenly covered with falling bodies until she tripped over a splattered corpse in front of her.
“Luna!” Celestia cried out as she moved forward. Her own horn was alight as she flung body after body away from her sister.
Lucius watched as the situation grew worse as doors from every hallway opened to ponies shambling their way towards the City Hall main entrance. He took a step towards the sisters but stopped as he noticed the vial that Luna was desperately trying to reach. His mind was crystal clear at that moment as he started at a full sprint towards the two with his shield raised high to try and block anymore bodies from falling on him.
His own shield edge jabbed forth to knock another pony away from Luna. He witnessed her eyes focusing on the vial and upon noticing her surroundings looked up to Lucius. Her eyes were of pleading and at that moment, he nodded. His now free hand grasped the vial and he turned to the personified evil of all the sadness and terror. His legs approached that of a seasoned runner as he side stepped lunging ponies and within mere moments he pulled his hand back to stab downward.
Lucius let out a groan however as he felt a terrible pain that made his head feel light.
His vision lowered till he found the sickly blade from before now buried within him. He almost felt like he was about to fall but as he looked into the spirit he felt a seething hatred. He was a Soldier who wanted peace. A Warrior that wanted silent nights and lovely days. He was a Lover now that wanted her happiness. All of these emotions propelled his arm to swing down and drive the needle deep within the spirits chest. The vial began to empty and with slow deliberation, the spirit gazed down towards the vial with almost unbelief. That was until Lucius had stabbed once more with his own sword which elicited a groan from Morbus.
“There used to be an age for us, Lucius,” the spirit mumbled as the black liquid began to pour from both the mouth, eyes, and ears. “But I believe perhaps our time is truly done,”
Whatever the spirit was composed of, had quickly deteriorated into a black puddle upon the ground. The large room grew quiet as Ponies all around simply fell to the floor with quiet coughs. Luna was pulled to her hooves and the Sisters turned with beaming smiles towards the motionless Centurion. The waited for him to turn but as the small moments grew, Celestia's smile slowly faded.
“Lucius? My Love?”
Lucius finally turned with a smile which the Mares let out a loud gasp.
It was quiet.
It was as if living in the city your entire life, never leaving it's border. You went to school with the bustling children and foals. You grew up, living your own life the best you can. You find love and marry and one day have your own children. All of this bustling and constant moving was almost like a background noise. Now you are old and as you stare at your loving significant other you seem happy till they finally pass away to leave you alone. With them buried but always remembered, you step away without really stopping until you breach the city limits. Skyscrapers give way to tall oak, Taxis give way to rolling streams.
And that is when you hear it.
The quiet is almost like a sound all its own.
This is how Lucius felt like.
The quiet was so welcoming that he honestly forgot what it felt like. When was the last time that the quiet felt so? His mind rolled over memories recent and old but nothing really seemed to surface. He remembered quiet meaning danger or perhaps mischief but never peace. The man tried to speak but found his mouth could no longer produce sound. His arms or legs no longer wanted to be coerced along his will. At any other given time, Lucius was sure that this would have been something to garner worry but he could only feel peace.
Perhaps this was death?
His final journey towards the underworld.
No. This couldn't be it. Lucius tried to move once more but to no avail.
It wasn't until his mind cleared as the sharp jagged metal was removed from his side.
Lucius cried out in pain as his body and mind became clear. The comforting quiet was gone to be replaced by screaming. His eyes seared for a moment as candles near him illuminated the sickly surroundings. The pain triumphed over any sensation as his hands tried to desperately cover his wound.
“Do not die on me!”
Lucius paused a moment to open his eyes to see a large figure over him. He had to clear his vision with rapid blinks but Celestia's worried face came through. She was looking deep into his eyes with such a sad expression. Her horn was alight no doubt trying to fix whatever was causing him such massive pain. He didn't look away from her even as the black crept from the edge of his vision.
Moments seemed to pass away before a sudden wave of relief washed over him. The relief was soon overridden by the increased beating of his heart. His hands no longer grasp his numb side as he reached out to cup Celesta's face. Through her concentration, she didn't notice the two Human hands rising slowly to embrace her cheek. When the fingers grazed over her silk like fur she choked but refused to close her eyes as she focused on the wound. The black edges of his vision grew stronger but he could still focus on the one thing that still mattered to him. His hands must have been soaked in his blood as he noticed it smudging into her other wise perfect coat.
He wanted to laugh at the picture before him but as he did he coughed and hacked as a spittle of blood splattered on her face. Through all of this she didn't stop from working on the wound.
Lucius could no longer feel his legs and worried soon he would lose the feeling in his hands.
With his remaining strength, he pulled Celestia away from his wound to look at him directly. Lucius knew she would be a wreck and her face confirmed it. Tears fell from her eyes as they mixed with the blood from his hands. She began to visibly sob as her form came closer. He was glad that he didn't need to say anything as she placed trembling lips on his. He could barely feel them but it taste as if it was nectar from the Gods.
His arms soon fell to his side in slow slumps as they compacted the marble floor.
Celestia watched in shock as she shook him.
“No! No, please no!” she cried through a pained throat. The Princess' eyes betrayed their owner as her vision became blurry. “Don't leave me again,” she breathed into Lucius neck as she held him in a tight embrace. Her armour never felt as heavy as it did now. Her heart began to crumble as the Centurion's eyes began to reflect Luna's moonlight less and less. His breathing became almost non existent and then nothing.
All was still as Lucius Vor, Centurion of Legio VII laid dead.
Luna was a loss for words as she had to observe the one Pony she held dear over any other crumble into a crying mess. She had always seen her big sister as the stronger presence but even in her massive set of armour she looked so small and fragile as she wept into Lucius' neck. The sicken ponies that laid about coughed but otherwise were still but she barely registered as the sounds of true sadness and despair filled the large room. The echoes seeped into Luna's very soul as she started to approach her sister with tired but quiet hoof steps. The Nocturnal Princess was about to place a hoof on Celestia's shaking form until it was slapped away by the slouched Mare.
“Leave me, Luna,” Celestia scowled through her sobs.
“Sister, I only want to help,” Luna pressed once more but was meet with a small blast of magical pressure which caused her to stagger back in disbelief.
“I said leave me alone, Luna,” Celestia turned her head to glare at her Sister. Tears had visibly soaked her fur and Luna would not doubt that it would stop anytime soon. “I wish to be alone,” she said once more before returning her gaze below to Lucius' lifeless eyes. Her tears came again like a flood as she lowered her head till it touched with his.
Luna opened her mouth but found she was struck at a lose. She didn't know what to say to make this situation better. This was something beyond her normal expertise. Despise all the violence and death that she has experienced, to have it happen so close to her Sister's heart, it was worrying to say the least.
The large double doors that lead into the main entrance of the City Hall burst open to show Humans with weapons raised. Upon seeing the Princess' however, they lowered their weapons. Ye'Lucia approached slowly as she noticed the scattered bodies of Ponies in varying degree of pain but the one sound that seemed to trump them all was of Celestia's.
“Is the battle won?”
Luna gazed into the human's hazel eyes trying to search for the right words.
“Yes. The evil that has perverted this land has been conquered,”
Ye'Lucia beamed a smile that soon spread to her kin. A cheer erupted among their ranks and wolves howled into the night air.
Until a form pushed past Luna which caused the cheering to fall silent. Celestia levitated the Centurion's still form with his shield and sword over his chest. The crowd quickly made to disperse a path for the Princess. Celestia didn't stop or mention a word as her gaze seemed glued to the floor, her mane which used to show such vibrant life now remain still and dull. The colour of it almost seemed to fade out as if washed once too many times.
The heart wrenching quiet quickly seeped into the hearts of every soul there. They did not know of Lucius Vor but they knew to fall in battle to defend the innocent is one of the most honourable things a mortal could do in their life time. Their respect was shown as their hands hovered over their hearts and they bowed. The large Eurasian wolves bowed their heads as the body passed by until a single man waited at the end with a helmet and chest piece in his hands.
Celestia stopped as she noticed the feet of the man before her. Slowly she willed her tired head and neck to see the man as Ye'Gaarm and in his grasp was the red plumage of a Centurion's helm. New tears welled in the Mare's eyes as she levitated the helm back on it's rightful owner. The armour she simply tied to her flank but as she gazed up to the man all she could do was nod in deep appreciation before moving on.
The rising Sun that day was not one of happiness for the citizens of Manehatten. Doctors and supporting staff now swarmed the city streets as dozens of makeshift clinics arose from any sanitary location available. Through all of this Celestia had simply walked through the streets with the most precious of all belongings. Many that weren't completely engrossed in a task at hand had stopped to witness their Princess like never before. To their eyes, Princess Celestia has always been a figure to look up to and admire. She was always presentable and with manners that would make any guest feel like talking the night away over tea or wine. The love that she showed her subjects was hard to rival and through her fairness in court many Ponytarian laws were passed to see the betterment of their kin for ages to come.
The Mare before them now was nothing like that.
Her mane and tail that were now caked with blood hung flat and lifeless. Her steps showed fatigue and some would see her stumble but even when the braver ponies or Royal guards offered their hoof to help she simply pushed them away. Those who knew the Princess would than also recognize the fallen man that was levitated beside her. His bright red cape wrapped around most of his legs as to make sure that his armour would reflect the Sun's light in all of its glory.
Soon the Princess had entered the make shift base of operations at the Harbour as the swarming of activity showed that the restoration effort was well under way with the wounded and sick first on the list. Celestia had ignored all of it even as the Sea of Humans, Ponies, Gryphons and Wolves went quiet as they all gazed to the Princess and her fallen Fiance, the last Centurion. The Princess slowly boarded the HMS Eclipse , the sister flag airship to the Solar, and ordered the crew to take off for Canterlot. The Captain was going to mention something about this being her Sister's ship but judging by the look on the Princess' face, he rather would like to keep his head.
Luna had watched all of this with utter frustration. The frustration was not directed towards the enemy nor at any Gods but at herself. Her very own blood had just lost the one Person that help make each day brighter. Luna knew she was banished for most of Lucius life but the bond that the two shared was something Luna rarely witnessed and now it was shattered. She wanted to scream out and throw anything within hoof reach but through deep breaths had calmed herself. As the Eclipse rose into the early morning skies, Luna tried her best to divert her attention to the much need City.
Twilight tapped a hoof against her head several times as she waited inside the Castle walls as the report of an inbound airship was relayed. She had spent most of last night and this morning trying her best at keeping everything moving as smoothly as she could. She couldn't enact any law but she was in charge of the court along with other trusted advisors for the crown. Most of the problems was with panicking nobles but others were reports that came in almost every half hour. The last message however was the oddest one.
Princess Celestia wishes to meet with Fabulinus.
That was it. The message was devoid of any other material and as the advisors waited along with Twilight and a confused Fabulinus, the tension grew. Suddenly a horn blew out and the large gate swung open only to have a very shocking image to step before them.
“Princess?” Twilight spoke as she tried her hardest to see the resemblances to her mentor that she knew and loved. There was Ponies from the tabloids outside but in their own shocked expression, they barely even wrote or took pictures. The one Pony that did try to take a picture was levitated with Celestia's own magic and in an instant the Camera was crushed into an odd cube that fit in the news pony's hoof.
Everything started to click in as Celestia entered the courtyard to show her levitating companion that was behind her. Twilight let out a sharp gasp as she recognized that red cape and helm anywhere. Fabulinus joined her shocked expression with one of his own as the Princess passed them to head towards the large doors leading into the Castle proper.
“Princess, I can't express the words that my broken heart is feeling. I am so sorry,” Twilight manage to say as a tears of her own started to flow.
“Twilight,” the Princess motioned as she stopped before the Castle doors in a tired and pained voice.
“Until Princess Luna returns from her duties in Manehatten, you will be in charge of the court,”
Twilight was placed in shock for the third time in less than five minutes but as she tried to speak out she was silenced with Celestia who shut her eyes and shook her head slowly.
“Fabulinus,”
“Princess,” the Librarian chocked out as he took a step forward.
“Do you know the proper steps to a honour a true Roman burial?”
Fabulinus knew and as he gave his head a nod he was rewarded with a chest piece of armour.
“That belong to his Father. I trust you will take proper care of it?”
Fabulinus let out a sniffle before nodding as he ran a shaking hoof over the chest piece.
“I leave the Funeral in your hoofs, Fabulinus. Twilight will give you complete authority for anything that you may need,” was the last thing Celestia said before pushing the large Castle doors open unceremoniously. The inner guards went to attention but as the body of the Centurion floated by they instantly saluted and as it was all the way to the Castle shrine. Twilight had followed the Princess and soon noticed the discarded Royal armour in bits and pieces about the floor. Until the final chest piece was left outside two closed stone doors.
“I'm sorry, Princess,”
The next day was spent in a sorrow filled state. The entire plan was set in stone and many of the rushed arrangements were being made. The Shrine doors however never opened as soon assortment of food would be set outside for whenever the Princess was ready. As the morning came closer it was time for procession to start and Twilight stood beside her Mentor who was now clad in her Royal attire of crown and shoes. The body was placed upon a bed that was infused with magic to ensure effortless levitation and as they departed the castle with a complete arrangement of ceremonial Honour guards did everything weigh heavier upon Twilight's shoulders. She felt the sorrow echo through her body which only made her heart pain out for her teacher.
Celestia ignored Twilights's worried gazes as they moved along the silent crowds in the street. She was honestly shocked at how many Ponies had gathered to see the man off with sad eyes. Why? They barely knew the man nor of his deeds and heart. They didn't know the way that he spoke when regaling about his home land or when having nightmares at night. They knew nothing of Lucius Vor. It was at this moment, Celestia had to silence a voice within her mind that grew with anger.
Thankfully her lowered vision caught the view of the train station and with it, her escape from this City.
The ride was one of silence and mourning. The car that held Lucius encased body was only occupied by the Princess and her thoughts. The thoughts that were of sorrow had been slowly confused and the Princess lowered her head on the glass case just above Lucius' face. Anger, frustration and jealousy seemed to infect her thoughts almost to the point of an ache that erupted. She winced as the pain grew slightly but as she opened her eyes to see her beloved, it faded to a bearable level.
Why did so many of her subjects get to live a happy life with family and friends? Celestia has lived for over a thousand years and she had to endure threats, invading Empires and other evil without and within. She banished her only remaining family to the moon only to leave her in insufferable isolation. Just once, she wanted to taste that happiness without a worry. For one lifetime, she wanted to spend it with a man she completely adored and understood. It was all these thoughts and the image of a vineyard that made the Mare begin to break down once more.
She had helped build a land her parents would be proud of but she no longer felt the same warmth.
The Ponyville stop was much more pleasant as the much smaller population showed up with large bushels of flowers of so many colours that to call it beautiful would not be nearly enough. The Elements of Harmony were centre stage as they wore simple black dresses and their own iconic Element jewlery. Spike, the poor distraught Dragon, had cried heavily in Rarity's tight embrace and this caught Celestia at a pause as she levitated the baby Dragon to her own embrace.
The little Dragon's vibrant green eyes gazed up at the Princess and as one they hugged. Their was something about Spike's honest innocence that made Celestia truly believe the Dragon's emotions. Lucius and Spike were just making their beginning steps of friendship before the terrors struck Canterlot. Now the Dragon had remained here with one less friend and nothing but sorrow to replace the void.
The remaining trip was in silence as all who could make the hour long walk came. Celestia approached the final site as she noticed the pyre before her on a hill over looking the valley between forests. This was the spot that she had first meet the Centurion under very different circumstances than how they were only days ago.
She watched as the crowd gathered as the Sun dipped below the horizon and with it a form that flew down from above.
Celestia was struck with silence until Luna's fore hoofs wrapped around her big Sister's neck to pull her into a hug. The two Alicorns sat together for a moment as Celestia tried her hardest to keep the tears from escaping once more.
“You are the strongest Mare I know, Tia,” Luna spoke softly as she rubbed Celestia's back in comfort.
“I wasn't strong enough,” Celestia broke with her own words as she bent over in inner pain. “I wasn't strong enough to save him, Luna. I wasn't strong enough to save you,” she said as her voice began to wane.
Luna was off put by the comment she knew how much blame her Sister was now bearing and it was crushing herself within. She knew her words were not perfect so she simply let her actions speak as she wrapped both hooves and wings around the mourning Mare. Soon though, they were accompanied by Twilight and the rest of the Elements. Twilight tried to express how much she cared for the Princess and that every time the Princess shook with sadness, she would not suffer alone.
Ten minutes went by as torches were lite by the Honour Guard standing near the Pyre.
This brought Celestia out of her stupor as she gazed at the glass coffin. She gently pushed Luna away with a nod before getting up to close the distance to her Lover one last time. The Glass was levitated off and this was all it took for the tears to fall.
“This is your moment,” Celestia cried as she leaned against the side to look over Lucius. “Please don't make me do this. Show me a sign that this is simply a part of your God's plan, that any moment you will come to life. You did it once before in our bedroom remember?” Celestia choked as she gazed the Man only to see that his form remain still. Her tears fell onto the armour with small plinks and this was where she encompassed his form with magic. She tried her hardest to concentrate as his form raised above the casket but she winced with pain only to see a bluish magic aura join with hers.
“I'm with you, Sister,” Luna spoke softly as the two Ponies lowered the body atop of the Pyre. He laid there with all that made him who he was. He wore his armour that was shined by Celestia herself and with a brilliant red cape to show his Roman colours. His helmet's plumage was awe inspiring and she wanted it all to go with him to where ever he was headed.
In an instant Celestia pulled the torches from the guards and levitated them over the four corners of the Pyre base. Her cloudy vision fixated on Lucius and with a final thought the torches dropped to alight the Cremation ceremony.
The fire reached high into the night sky and with it, Celestia's cries.
Lucius opened his eyes to witness a dark expanse above him.
There was no clouds that lazily hung about in the sky nor was there stars that would sparkle. He spotted no moon but there was moonlight that reflected off long blades of grass. There was a silence that hung in the air but soon Lucius questioned if it was even air that he took into his lungs. He could feel soft earth beneath his laying form as his fingers dug through dirt and grass. As his mind wondered over the recent explanations of his current predicament, he gasp as a certain memory came surfacing to the top. His hands shot to his side only to find that not only was he no longer wearing his armour but the wound has vanished.
He closed his eyes once more as the clues started to paint a picture he could understand.
His breathing was calm as he smiled knowing that his last memory of his life was of that brilliant white Mare. She was sad and he could not blame her. Lucius knew that if the situation was different than he would be on the mortal plane in desperation only to feel her life slip through his fingers. His tears, blood and sweat would not change that. The Centurion wished that he could tell her it was ok but that moment was now gone. His hand slowly rose and pressed against his chest to feel his heart but was left wanting as all he felt was a cold stillness. He knew that perhaps worry should be washing over him but it wasn't so.
The future of Man, Rome and the Empire was no longer in his grasp and he was ok with that because he knew that there was at least one Pony, one Mare, that would not see the defilement of peace to proceed. With that final thought he exhaled in peace as he rested his hands on his stomach.
“How much longer do you plan on laying there, Lucius?”
At the sound, the mentioned man's eyes tore open quickly to witness a figure standing over him. A black haired bearded man stood over him with a small hunch. He leaned on a rather large staff but as the figure rose it, he could clearly see that it was no staff but an oar. That exact oar soon became an annoyance as it was poked against Lucius' face.
“Get up,” the old man croaked. “I have been waiting for you for a long time so if it is all the same, I'd appreciate some co-operation,”
Lucius quickly rose to his feet only to notice that the man before him was easily another two to three feet taller than he. His shock and surprise was evident but only for a fraction of a moment as his mind digested the information.
“Charon?”
The taller man scratched his hind quarters before simply nodding. As the Centurion was now face to face with the ferryman he could clearly see how disheveled the figure before him truly was. His hair, both chin and top of his head, was almost repulsively unkempt and he couldn't help but notice his loincloth seemed to be held together by a wax like substance.
“I have been waiting a very long time for you, Centurion. Each time I try to cross the river Pluto constantly stops me with 'One more, one more' business,” the elderly ferryman says as he motions towards a break between the long blades of grass. Together the two walk towards what is one of the most intricately crafted boat Lucius has ever seen. It's side were rust coloured but intricate crafting cover almost the entire hull. He remembered a few of the artworks off from heart but others were simply confusing.
“Well, it is time. I presume you have your offering ready?” Charon asked as he stretched out his bony fingers in waiting.
Lucius gazed up to the man only to pale in thought. He had no offering. Celestia wouldn't know of his Peoples traditions and that was when he gazed up to the Ferryman with empty hands.
“Ah, a mortal without an offering for his crossing. Do you know the penalty for those with out the toll to cross the river Styx?”
Lucius lowered his hands to his side before standing proudly. It was true that he had no coin to trade for the ferryman but he was not ashamed or embarrassed. He wouldn't trade the life since awaking from his stone slumber for anything that the paradise across that swampy river could provide.
“One hundred years,” Lucius answered.
Charon nodded slowly as the larger man simply stared for a moment before scratching his chin. “I shall return in a hundred years to collect you,” and without another word, Pluto's faithful ferryman climbed aboard his vessel and prodded against the earth with his oar until a voice cut through the silence.
“Hold, dear Ferryman. I have his offering right here,”
Lucius paused at the voice as his breath seem to be stuck. He slowly turned to see a figure before him that he did not expect. In a white and red toga stood a man with two coins with in his hand. His skin was aged but there was still muscle that showed years of hardship but his eyes were sharp like an eagles talons. The black hair on his head was mostly grey but still full. The eyes that showed sharpness soon softened as the two men stood face to face.
“Father?”
“I see you have grown into a fine man, dear Lucius,”
Lucius stood in shock for but a moment before embracing the older man in a tight hug.
“Ah, Claudius! Is this the man you were waiting for?” Charon asked as he gave his rump another good scratch. “I almost forgot about you to be honest,”
Lucius gazed up to the smiling man before breaking the embrace. He left his hand on his Father's shoulder as he raised an eyebrow.
“What? You were waiting for me father?” Lucius questioned with furrowed brows.
“Actually, Lucius, I was waiting for your Mother,” Claudius spoke as he clapped Lucius on the shoulder a few times as if taking stock; pride beaming. “It is a rather long story, lad. I will pay the ferryman and we shall depart these shores. I am sure your mother would love to see you and we can speak further on the boat,”
Lucius opened his mouth to say something but he paused. He wanted to speak of his experience in his rather eventful life but he thought of Celestia. How was he suppose to tell them about her? Greetings, Father, Mother. I mated with a small horse! Mmmm the baby is expected next winter and you are invited to the wedding! The very idea of having that conversation sent a shiver up his spine knowing full well how his dear Mother would react. He gulped down the thoughts and gave his father a smile before turning to Charon who waited with an open palm.
As the offerings were placed in his hand, the ferryman gave them a good look over before tossing them into a sack attached to his already ramshackle clothing. Claudius entered shortly followed by his son and with a great huff from the oar wielding man, the boat launched from shore. Lucius tried his best but no matter how much he concentrated on any sign of land or even a horizon he was rewarded with only darkness and shadow. He took a glimpse in the river but immediately thought better of it as he swore he witnessed a skull with flesh attached in patches looking right back up to him.
“So am I correct in that you are confused as to why I was waiting for you on the shore?” Claudius spoke as his own gaze drifted off into the distance. “I have lost track of time over there but I am sure it has been a long time. After my death, I greeted Charon here with coin in hand but I had this nagging feeling. So at the last moment, I backed away and waited for you or your Mother. She came not too much later than myself if I remember correctly. Funny thing, memory. Even in the afterlife, it can still be fickle,”
“She came up to me and after a long hug, she gazed deep into my eyes with sadness. She told me what happened to you, Lucius. I am proud of you, Son. You stood with your legion against a God and no one in Rome could say anything against your courage. Your Mother was more than worried though as she produced two coins. They never managed to recover your body from the site to be properly buried so she was made sure to be placed with two coins on her passing. She wanted me to cross while she waited but I convinced her otherwise,”
Lucius listened with his hands tightening in white knuckle death grips. His Mother must have been torn apart on the inside. Even in death she was looking out for him as the now retired Centurion gave out an air of frustration.
“It was a grand battle, Father,” Lucius reminisced trying not to think about it too deeply.
“I can only imagine. To stare down that damned pony Celestia and defy her!”
Lucius gave out a nervous chuckle before lowering his gaze to the floor of the boat.
“Your Mother must have prayed to every god to return you to her. It was strange though,” Claudius said before rubbing his chin. “There has been a shockingly small amount of passengers lately. I can't even remember the last time I witnessed another to travel this boat. How does Rome fare, Lucius?”
The son turned his head in shock as he witnessed his father's eager eyes. An answer was caught in his throat but he paused with the truth halted on the tip of his tongue. Lucius had sacrificed everything for his Legion and for Rome. How was he to tell a man who had done the very same thing like his father before him that the very land and People he fought and died for was no more.
“It is gone, isn't it?”
The son went wide eyed as he gazed up to his father who was now making eye contact. Lucius could only close his mouth before nodding slowly.
“I had assumed as much. I haven't seen a soul for so long that I wondered if we all Romans have been murdered down to the very children,”
“No, Father,” Lucius extended an arm out to grasp his father's shoulder. “Rome may no longer be what it used to be but our people still live. I do admit most of our culture has been perverted but the land is rather peaceful,”
It was Claudius' turn to be rather surprised. “You speak rather fondly, Lucius. Were you not imprisoned in stone till your final demise?”
Lucius closed his eyes and let a breath in. “No, Father, I was released after more than two hundred years. I was living among Ponies as a guest till I fell in battle,”
“Damn Ponies manage to get to you, huh?” Claudius smirked before smacking his son on the arm. “What is important is that you died a warriors death. Mars cannot deny a proud Roman such as yourself,”
If only you knew, Father
The rest of the trip was spent in quiet as the silence gave Lucius much needed time to think. He may be able to divert or avoid some of his Father's questions but his Mother was a much better judge of character. She could spot a lie from leagues away which only gave him more desperation for perhaps a story which gave her the half truth. His thoughts however became muddy except for a beacon of white which his heart gave a jump for. It was of Celestia's smile whenever she would gaze at him from a distance or perhaps while she was working. Her smile, her laugh and the warmth she made him feel whenever in her presence.
“We are here,” Charon announced as land indeed was becoming visible but it oddly had almost the exact same appearance from their initial launch point. Lucius stood as the boat came into contact with shore and with little difficulty he made it upon shore as the shadow and darkness was slowly giving way. The soft dirt of the shore gave way to gravel and large boulders till a massive gate stood before them. In the quiet atmosphere the two deceased family members waited in anxiety filled minutes before a form appeared wrapped in shadow.
A man with a dark black beard waved his hand to disperse the smoke that had beckoned his arrival as he now stood at least three to five heads taller than either man. His pale skin showed age but Lucius could only assume that was for visual show considering where he was now. A long bony finger slowly moved forth to touch Claudius on the forehead which the older man simply closed his eyes with a smile.
“Ah,” a booming voice escaped the large god. “Claudius Vor. I see that you have finally venture the river,”
“Indeed, Pluto,”
Lucius immediately dropped to a knee and lowered his head as the very name still echoed in his ears. “I beg your-” Lucius began before he stopped. Gods. Why did he even bow anymore? He had failed his mission but now that he could think without any burden placed on his shoulders. They placed an entire dead nation on his shoulders and expected him to rise it from the grave. He had witnessed the world and knew that the peace that now flourished amongst the civilizations was something perhaps he wanted more than he knew. To this thought, he stood again to see that Pluto, king of the Underworld and God of the dead, was now staring at him. The God's expression showed little but Lucius stood tall and proud.
“That must make you Lucius Vor, the long awaited Son,” Pluto's low voice seem to seep in the younger man's very skin. For a moment, the two stood before Pluto pulled back to look at Claudius. “You may enter. Ahead you will meet others that will guide you to your final place,”
Claudius gave a low bow of respect before turning to Lucius to give him a deep embrace.
“I will go on ahead to find your Mother. I will see you soon,” and with that, the older man disappeared beyond the gate much like Pluto's entrance.
“I see you have failed in your mission, Champion of Mars,” Pluto spoke out but his voice seemed to carry a weight or burden. The words seemed sadder considering his usual monotone voice.
“Rome will not be reborn, Pluto,” Lucius stated.
“I never expected it to be,” Pluto gave a slight shrug of his shoulder. “Mars was a fool to think that all would be fixed if the Mortals would praise and worshipped us once more. Our time has dried up and our influence now borderlines pathetically useless. Although, I do suppose watching you was entertaining at least,”
Lucius gave him a roll of his eyes.
“Jupiter, Mars and the rest may depend on you mortals but I am of the Underworld. My strength is garnered from all the souls who now reside within my kingdom. It will be interesting on how the Ponies will deal with their inflicted curse. You gave your life for them, did you not?” Pluto leaned forward slightly as his gaze seem to peer into Lucius' mind.
“Perhaps but I think I was there for only one Pony,”
“Ah, yes. Princess Celestia was it not?” Pluto remembered as his hand grazed over his beard. “You were a busy individual, indeed,”
Lucius pursed his lips together and looked away for a moment to hide his reddening cheeks.
“I will not speak of it while you are in this realm, Lucius. That is an old life now and you no longer need to carry those memories with you,”
“If it is all the same to you, I'd rather jump in the river than forget about her,” Lucius defied the God's notion.
“How ironic,” Pluto muttered as he stood up straight once more.
Lucius furrowed his brows as he gazed up to the towering figure.
“The Pony you adore is your Family's most hated enemy,”
Lucius opened his mouth but was soon encompassed in a swirling cloud of smoke.
The procedure into the Asphodel Meadows was short and as he stepped into the grassy fields he smiled. The sun gazed upon him and gave him beautiful warmth to which he could only think of a certain individual. His thoughts were disturbed as a group of people were slowly approaching him from afar. He had to squint but as they got closer he couldn't help but let his smile show and he started off at a run. He stopped before a older woman wrapping her in a loving embrace.
“Mother!”
The woman could barely keep in her tears as she hugged the man tightly.
“She barely could contain herself, Lucius,” Claudius spoke as he took a step closer to his family. Lucius took this chance to grab him and pull him closer. A long moment and some tears went in a happy occasion before they broke off the embrace.
“I never thought I'd see you again, my lovely son,” the older woman spoke with such caring and happiness as she tried to dry her eyes.
“Avita, dear, you should have never of worried,” Claudius spoke with his own soft smile as he pulled in his wife close.
“I am sorry about my delayed passing, Mother,” Lucius joked as he noticed the others around him. It was an assortment of individuals but they all smiled to him.
Claudius followed his eyes and nodded towards the others.
“These are you ancestors, Lucius. Your grandfather, Centurion of Legio I and his wife, Magnus,”
Magnus nodded and smiled with pride before pulling Lucius in for a tight hug.
“I hear you were a Centurion as well, lad. You do this Family proud,”
Lucius could only smile as his heart and pride swelled.
“I heard that damnable Pony, Princess Celestia had used some of that witchcraft on your Legions. That irredeemable thing will get her punishment soon enough so there is no need to worry!” Magnus cheered before smacking Lucius' on the shoulder.
Lucius let his smile falter for a moment before being pulled by his Mother towards a Villa atop a hill. The building seemed to replicate his old home but he knew all of this was simply just another version of Rome he was sure. He was shown around the property and introduced to several of the family members of old. Lucius had listened to many of the stories but his mind was always distracted. He drank wine but never felt actually drunk, possibly tipsy and giddy but nothing obnoxiously so. The celebration of his arrival was held and the feast was magnificent to the point of excess. It was the conversation afterwards that was the most heated though.
Lucius paid attention to most of it but still found his thoughts clouded by another.
“What do you think, Lucius?”
The newest Vor at the table stirred suddenly at the mention of his name. “Sorry?”
His grandfather gave out a small chuckle “I said that the Ponies should have lost that war,”
“Ah,” Lucius spoke before he started to swirl the remaining wine in his goblet a swirl. “No,”
The table went quiet at his answer and all eyes were fixed.
“You think we should have lost that war?”
Lucius paused to think about his next words. At any given moment before his time with Celestia he would have agreed with Grandfather but the facts were facts.
“We Romans are a conventional powerhouse of a military stature. If Celestia was not there, than we probably would have accomplished victory but she was there. She is a strong warrior and an indomitable Mare,”
“You're smiling, Lucius,” his grandfather spoke as his cheery smile was starting to falter.
“Yes, well, all of that is soon to be avenged,” Avita spoke out as she placed a hand on Lucius fore arm.
“How is that, Mother?” Lucius finally let his curiosity peak. “There is no Rome left,”
“By my hand,” another voice joined the conversation.
Lucius turned his gaze towards a large door way where a woman stood, a mischievous smile adorned. The woman took a step closer to the table and Lucius could truly see her disfiguring features. Multiple scars covered most of her face but it was not the most attention worth feature as a hissing filled the room. Snakes ran along her body and were woven in her hair. Long feathery wings spread from her back. Lucius couldn't help but let out a snarl at the very sight of the woman.
“Furiae,” Lucius spat with venom.
“How can you be like that, Lucius?” the winged woman spoke with mock hurt. “And here I am willing to hear your Mother's pleas of vengeance and retaliation!”
Lucius paused in shock before turning to his Mother beside him.
“You were the one to plea with this creature?” Lucius asked in shock.
His mother almost didn't seem to notice before nodding with a smile. “Everyday and night since I heard word of your defeat, I had prayed for that wretch's demise,” Avita spoke of long past memories. “Even after my passing I prayed and like some sort of divine intervention, this fair Lady of Pluto had heard me. She inflicts a mighty curse upon those insufferable Ponies,”
Lucius listened as his mother explained everything with a smile. His attention then turned towards the smiling woman as she ran a finger along a snake that was wrapped around her waist. Lucius felt an angered flame ignite within him as he tightened a grasp on a knife he had used prior for dinner. All of his and Celestia's problems were before him and while he may never again enjoy the warmth of his Lover he could at least keep her safe. His motions were quick and experienced as he kicked back his chair by standing and leaped atop the long dinning table. In a quick step he launched himself, knife in hand, towards the smiling woman. A sickening thud rang out in the room as Lucius stood face to face with the woman, knife buried deep within her chest.
A silence filled the room as every patron watched in shock.
“Even after your death you are still so lively, Lucius,” Furiae spoke out as she ran a long finger along the protruding knife handle. “I must ask though, do you do this for your own justification or perhaps for the love that still lingers like a festering rot?”
“You are the only rot here,” Lucius spoke as he struck forth with a fist till it was caught in Claudius hands.
“Stay your hand, Lucius!” his father demanded as he shifted his eyes back and forth between the two. “She is helping rid the world of our enemies! Why do you hate her so?”
“Rome is DEAD!” Lucius barked at the man as he shook his arm loose of the grasp. All of his pride now felt like a burden rather than something to keep his back straight. “Why? Why do you need to further your lust for blood? For pride? Vengeance, retaliation or hatred? Do any of you know what the world is like now?” Lucius pointed an accusing finger to his ancestors.
“What is wrong, Lucius?” Avita stood and took a few careful steps towards her son.
“He has fallen in love, Avita,” Furiae spoke with a certain glee one would achieve through misery of others.
“I thought you were encased in stone?” Avita spoke now with extra confusion as she tried to understand what was going on.
“I broke free of the spell, Mother,” Lucius began as his vision still tried to burn a hole through Furiae. “I was awoken two hundred years after my infliction and I came to know the world as it is now. There is no war nor has their been ever since Rome's last fabled battle. I was a guest in a castle where my hosts treated me fairly,”
“More fairly than most,” Furiae butted in.
“I meet a,” Lucius tried to come up with a way to make this sound reasonable before knowing that there was no real way around it.
“He fucked the Mare you all were so easy to hate,” Furiae decided to intercept with happy ease.
All eyes were once more glued on him in shock, anger and disgust.
“Princess Celestia? She forced herself on you?” Avita tried to comprehend the words spoken as her mind started to break.
“I embraced her as a lover,” Lucius spoke of the truth and with that, the parents took a step back.
“The proud son of Rome. Defender of the people and layer of small horses,” Furiae spoke with glee until two hands grasped around her throat.
“Lucius, stop!”
The ex-Centurion did no such thing as he tightened with every ounce of strength.
“She saw me for all my worth. Celestia loved me for my scars and my heart but never shied away from the burdens,” Lucius managed to push the taller being on the ground and no matter the pounding or pulling that his ancestors committed to, nothing was stopping his action. “I would suffer an eternity in Tartarus to save her from your horrid presence,”
Furiae gave out choking sounds only to be switched to a laughing chortle as her eyes gazed up to Lucius.
“This is my realm, Lucius, do you really think you have the power to kill me here?”
Lucius thought not but it didn't stop him from headbutting the woman in his grasp.
“Your mortal body may have had a chance with Mars' blessing but that has become naught but ashes!” Furiae spoke before easily removing Lucius' grasp with her own hands.
“I will curse her lands and bring destruction upon her castle till she lies dead at my feet!”
“Enough!” a booming voice spoke and like a whiplash, Furiae was sent flying away to crash into the fields. Everyone besides Lucius soon dropped to their knees as Pluto made his appearance before them. “You have only just arrived, Lucius, yet you cause an uproar,”
Lucius stood defiant regardless of the tugging of his family trying to get him to kneel.
“Pluto, I beg that you stop Furiae from getting back to the mortal realm,”
“You cause a disturbance and than ask of my help?” Pluto questioned.
“That wretched creature that belongs to your domain is threatening innocent lives. Please, as the last of Rome's citizens, I beg of you,” Lucius spoke as he pointed to the returning woman who seemed to take little damage.
“I will do no such thing,” Pluto refused with ease. “She is of this domain but I do not trap her in. She was called to enact vengeance and your family requested her aid,”
Lucius turned towards his own family and his heart was now wrenched. He could only see the sadness in both his Father and Mother but he had to try.
“You must stop this madness, Mother,”
Avita opened her tear filled eyes to see her Son slowly walking up to her.
“The land is peaceful once more. There is kindness, laughter and prosperity in the streets of not just one country but of many. You have to let this anger go,”
“It is too late, Lucius,” Furiae's voice came as she dusted off any remaining dirt from her clothes. “The pact has already been made. The next time you will see me is covered in your beloved's blood!”
Lucius watched in horror as the form of the wretched woman of the Underworld disappeared in a whiff of dark smoke. His heart ached and he tried to leap at her but only fell on his stomach to which he laid still in misery. No one approached as silent sobs escaped Lucius form before a large hand grasped his arm to pull him up. Lucius lifted his head to gaze at Pluto who was gazing longingly down to the man.
“Your love is true, Roman,”
“But it is unnatural!” Cried one of the Vor family.
“That may be but he still found something that I, King of the Underworld, could not achieve. I had to steal away a bride to which utterly despises me,” Pluto explained with his ever calm demeanour. “What am I to say to an individual who has given everything to Rome? Lucius Maxius Vor, Centurion of Legio VII died that day upon the battlefield. He awoke with a burden of a dead people and the desperation of dying gods. In the turmoil of all of this he still let a shining beacon light his heart,”
“Lucius, do you love this Celestia with all your being?”
Lucius didn't even have to think about it. “I do,”
“Even if this means to be shun by your family and Ancestors?”
Lucius gave a look to his Father and Mother. Their eyes were wrought with sadness but he knew that Pluto's words were the honest truth. Lucius Vor did die on that battlefield.
“If they are truly my parents, than perhaps one day they may love and accept me for all of my choices. If they cannot accept that my heart belongs to that of their enemy, than I shall live an outsider even in the Underworld,”
Pluto gazed upon the Vor family with a long thought before letting his gaze fall back upon Lucius.
“So be it. Lucius you are officially stripped of your family name and of your own bloodline. I, Pluto, King of the Underworld, declare that you are no longer Roman,”
Lucius stood there in shocked silence as the very idea truly penetrated him. He watched as his family turned their gaze away in a mixture of shame and sadness except for two. His Mother began to weep and as her legs grew weak she latched upon Claudius. Lucius watched his father only look at him with tears threatening to overtake his eyes.
“I'm sorry, Mother, Father,” Lucius began to speak before he sobbed himself. “I only wanted to make you proud,”
“You did, Lucius,” Claudius spoke as he straightened his own back. “I have always been proud of you. Don't you dare forget that you are a Vor,”
Lucius started to grow weak as his heart was breaking. He almost had to punch his own leg to help him fight through these emotions before he felt an arm on his shoulder.
“It is time for you to leave, Lucius,” Pluto spoke as his form and in extension, Lucius' began to be enveloped by the smoke.
“Lucius!” a cry echoed out and in a sudden embrace, Avita held on to her son for all the might she could bring bare.
“He is no longer a Roman, Avita. He is not destined for these lands,” Pluto announced as the smoke grew larger.
“I love you, Lucius! No matter what, I am always proud of you!” Avita cried out with tears rolling down her face. Her clutch on her son tightened and she was soon hugged from behind as Claudius held both Avita and their son in his embrace.
Lucius opened his mouth to answer before his form fell into soft dirt. His tears that he desperately tried to hold back broke forth and he wept until his sides hurt. His fists slammed upon the soil but unlike his enemies it did not relent. He wanted to shout and fight but all he could truly do was cry. After a long period, the outcast had gathered his wits and stood before the same large gates from before.
“You are no longer Roman, Lucius. In effect I will also bar you from entering into my domain,” Pluto explained Lucius wordless exasperation. The two stood there for a moment before Lucius turned towards the river.
“I suppose there is only one way to travel than,” Lucius spoke to which Pluto nodded in response.
“I wish you the best of luck, Outcast,”
Lucius paused at his new moniker before taking a few shaky steps forward until he reached the edge of the murky water. He gazed down both ways only to find the same impenetrable darkness before walking in with determination. He only got to around hip depth before a tremendous force pulled him beneath the surface.
Author's Note
After receiving a few notes of people not exactly well read on Legions or Ancient Rome, I decided to make this short Glossary to help people out so they don't have to open 10 tabs on wiki-pedia! I'll add more as needed!
I hope this helps anyone who is curious or confused!
Glossary
Glossary
A
Auxilia and velites (Auxiliary ): Allied contingents, often providing light infantry and specialist fighting services, like archers, slingers or javelin men.
C
Caligae : (Latin; singular caliga) are heavy-soled hobnailed military boots known for being issued to Roman legionary soldiers and auxiliaries.
Centurion : basic commander of the century. Prestige varied based on the cohort they supervised
Centuria (Century ): 80 men commanded by a centurion
Cohort : 6 centuries or a total of 480 fighting men. Added to these were officers. The first cohort was double strength in terms of manpower, and generally held the best fighting men.
Contubernium : "tent unit" of 8 men
E
Equites : Each legion was supported by 300 cavalry (equites)
F
First Cohort : The first cohort was made up of five double-strength centuries totalling 800 men, the centurion of its 1st century automatically being the most senior in the legion. This century was known as the primus pilii (first file), and its centurion was known as the primus pilus (first file) or primipilus.
G
Gladius : (Latin: glădĭus) was one Latin word for sword and is used to represent the primary sword of Ancient Roman foot soldiers
J
Jupiter, Roman God : Jupiter was the chief deity of Roman state religion throughout the Republican and Imperial eras. Jupiter is usually thought to have originated as a sky god. His identifying implement is the thunderbolt, and his primary sacred animal is the eagle, which held precedence over other birds in the taking of auspices and became one of the most common symbols of the Roman army (Aquila).
L
Legion (Legio): made up of 10 cohorts. The legion numbered about 5,400 men, including officers, engineers and usually a small unit of cavalry (equites; 120 men and horses)
Lorica Segmentata : The lorica segmentata (segmented cuirass) is a type of personal armour used by soldiers of the Roman Empire, consisting of metal strips ("girth hoops" fashioned into circular bands), fastened to internal leather straps. The plates of lorica segmentata armour were soft iron inside and (some at least) were mild steel on the outside, making the plates hardened against damage without becoming brittle.
M
Manica : From early Imperial times to after the fall of the Western Empire, some troops wore segmented armor on one or both arms.
Mars, Roman God : Mars was the Roman god of war and second only to Jupiter in the Roman pantheon.
P
Pugio : The pugio was a used by soldiers as a sidearm. It seems likely that the pugio was intended as an auxiliary weapon. The dagger was a common weapon of assassination and suicide; for example, the conspirators who stabbed Julius Caesar used pugiones.
S
Senate, Roman : The Roman Senate was a political institution in ancient Rome. Wikipedia - Roman Senate Grab a Coffee if your dedicated to read about it.
Scutum : Scutum (/ˈskuːtəm/; plural scuta) is the Latin word for shield, although it has in modern times come to be specifically associated with the rectangular, semi-cylindrical body shield carried by Roman legionaries.
T
Testudo : In Ancient Roman warfare, the testudo or tortoise formation was a formation used commonly by the Roman Legions during battles, particularly sieges. Testudo is the Latin word for "tortoise".
In the testudo formation, the men would align their shields to form a packed formation covered with shields on the front and top. The first row of men, possibly excluding the men on the flanks, would hold their shields from about the height of their shins to their eyes, so as to cover the formation's front. The shields would be held in such a way that they presented a shield wall to all sides. The men in the back ranks would place their shields over their heads to protect the formation from above, balancing the shields on their helmets, overlapping them. If necessary, the legionaries on the sides and rear of the formation could stand sideways or backwards with shields held as the front rows, so as to protect the formation's sides and rear, this made the formation slow and they covered very little ground.
