Prologue



If there's one thing I remember about that day, it would have to be the wind. It wasn't even cold that day, the sun was shinning and one would have the temptation to take off his armor, yet with one breeze of the wind, he would instead keep it on. The wind was painful. It was if there were knives stabbing you with each gust. I sometimes wonder if the bodies that decorated the field felt the cold too.

Tyre. That was the name of that god forsaken town. Five months, it took five months to take some Thracian backwater town that was of no strategic value. We took Pella in three and Corinth in four, but for a little town in the mountains? Five! I could of visited my cousin in Epireos and came back only to find out that the army was still sitting on its ass. The Senate demanded to know why the legion hadn't burnt the damned thing to the ground and to tell the truth, no one knew why. We just couldn't. Every thing we tried, every siege tactic we knew, we could not get in. But then Sextus arrived and changed all that.






This is my first ever AAR so please lay off any insults or any comments that tell me what a horrible writer I am. Other than that, please feel free to give me advice! I need it! I'll try to write the first chapter soon.