Getting your feet wet
The first snow, Pamphylia 270 BC
Cunobelinus and Achaikos were walking outside the fort through the forest.
"I thought it would be more glorious commanding an army through victory. But all I feel is regret for the ones that didn't make it. It's my fault. But I know thats not true. But I can't help it, Achaikos. All I see are the dead."Cunobelinus took a knee, watching a small red wing take off
"Maybe your not cut out for this line of work?"
"No, Its just... different than I expected. I can continue on. It was good enough for my father... If he could do it, so can I!" Cunobelinus said reassuringly with less angst in his voice, picking up some snow rolling it into a ball.
"Well good. And you did good. just don't let grief get to your head. It's not up to you who lives and dies, you can only point them in the right direction, and give em a good push for luck. Its all up to the individual, not you."
"I guess so, We'll how many get their first taste of command in an ambush and pull out a victory?" Cunobelinus turned to his loyal friend, tossing the snowball at a tree.
"Not many thats for sure, Luck of the Celts? Some way to get yer feet wet." Achaikos smirked.
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