Re: Life, death, and revenge - A Carthaginian AAR -Part 2-
When you meet angels and men
I looked out at the field. My back was against a tree, my hands resting
on his raised knees while I thought about her. Daleninar. What a beautiful
name. The only name that mattered.
My thoughts drifted to the moment I first saw her. I was twelve,
and just started serving my four years of training. I was in a forest
with Barca and Uxentio Scouting out a spot when I heard a beautiful
voice, singing.
I left Uxentio and Barca to their useless babbling and followed the
singing. I saw a girl, about my age walking carelessly through the
forest. Foolish it was, as the forest was full of bad characters.
I spied on her as she dance and twirled about until I saw a man.
The man jumped out and grabbed her. I drew my sword, but held
my position in hiding.
The man grabbed the girl and pushed her to the ground, yelling something
in a different dialect of Iberian that Likinos did not understand while the
girl pleaded with him. She let out a shrill of horror as the man tore her dress.
Exposed to the man, she started breating him with her bare hands.
The man parried the blows and raised his hand to hit her.
That was when I jumped like a lightning bolt at the man. I let out a
load cry as I charged the man who, stunned, looked at me.
The man didn't even have a chance to lower his hand before I plunged
my sword deep into his chest. The man looked in horror at the girl and
then fell dead, choking on his own blood.
The girl, still in shock of all that happened scurried back away from
me. I took one look at the girl and then turned away in shame. She
blushed, and her face became red like a tomato realizing she was
exposed to me. She quickly tied the top of her dress back on and
stood up. She then stood up and shook the dirt off her cloths.
"Hero, what is your name? She asked me.
I looked at her, examining her figure and answered. "I am no hero,
my lady. To be heroic is more than to just kill another man.
She looked at me and studied me. I could only imagine what she
thought. I didn't look Iberian at all, that she could tell right away.
I was of average height and very slinky. My face was clean, as
facial hair doesn't start growing that early, but it was also clean
from dirt. My hair was long and wavy. I could only imagine how
hideous I looked.
"I am Daleninar, My farm is just down in that valley."
My heart ripped in two when I heard her say her name. Daleninar,
what an angelic name. I looked in her eyes and she looked in mine.
Suddenly I saw a beautiful girl standing in from of me with all her
gentleness about her, even after what the man tried to do.
I snapped out of my daze and replied hastly, "I am Likinos, son of
Bareaus."
About this time Barca and Uxentio ran up to us, their falcata unsheathed
and ready to fight. They stopped suddenly, seeing the dead man. They
looked at me for an answer, but I couldn't stop looking at her.
She finally spoke for me. "That man tried to hurt me, and Likinos saved my life."
Barca, looked at at the dead man, then back at me, "Is this true."
I looked at him, and replied. "He jumped out and grabbed her, I charged
him and then he fell down."
I starred at Barca, unsure of what just happened. They just looked back
at me in disbelief. I don't think that they thought I was capable of killing
a man.
Now she just stared at me. What was she looking at? She bit her lower
lip while her eyes moved from my sandals to the ends of my hair. My
heart jumped when she looked in my eyes. I couldn't believe what was
happening to me. Uxentio was the one who broke our staring.
"AH, well done Likinos, so you really are a celt, and not one of them
Carthaginians." While he said Carthaginian, he pushed Barca aside
while he laughed at his joke.
Barca, insulted, immediately punched Uxentio in the throat and the
two began to wrestle.
I looked at her, and realized she would going soon. Not realizing
before it happened, as asked, "May I walk you home?
My voice quivered and squeaked.
"Please do." She answered.
******************
That night after I meet her I couldn't fall asleep. We were camped
in the same forest, spread out evenly amongst the other trainee's.
I had killed a man that day, my first kill and still my thoughts drifted
to Daleninar.
Her beauty consumed me. Hey blue eyes put the sky to shame. Her
lips, my, they were more red than the blood of that man. I couldn't
take it, I snuck out of the forest and ran to her house.
Her father was a farmer, and I didn't stop until i reached the path
where there was barely on one side and wheat on the other. Although
her father didn't like me, he did have his wife put food out in front of
me for saving his daughter. Carrot soup and roast goose. The best
meal Ive had since training started.
I stood there, a few paces from where she slept, yet I could not get
her attention. I sat next to her window and looked out at the stars.
"Likinos?!"
******************
Like cold water being poured on your as you wake up, such was the
voice of a soldier who called out my name. Reality struck me across
the face. I was here, in Gaul, awaiting to speak to the Gallic King.
"Yes, I am coming." Annoyed of my daydream being distured, and yet
feeling a sense of duty come over me, I stood up and walked into the tent.
The tent smelt of sweat and wine, and the two didn't mix well together.
"Your leader sent you to speak on his behalf, so speak."
The Gallic king started.
"I am here to have you uphold your side of the alliance. Barca needs
as many hardened veterans as you can give up, to help us in our
invasion of Italy." I said, starting to perspire myself from the heat in
the tent.
"Oh does he? And who shall fight for me when the Aedui come to take
my cities? Besides, he is a Carthaginian. He does not know how to lead
celts." He spoke in a tone worthy of a king.
"You will not have any cities if you let the Romans keep attacking. We
are going to attack the heart of Rome. Besides, Barca decided that I
would be leading all the Celts. For I am his champion, and a Celt."
The king looked at me. I hadn't changed my in appearance, but I was
taller, and much more muscular now. I was an awesome sight to see.
I well groomed and bred Celtic warrior who knew how to dress. Daleninar
always told me that I had a look of a lion when I looked at people.
"Your a Celt?" He looked at me, putting his hands to rub his beard
around his chin. "If you can beat my champion, you can have 500
veterans. If not, you will have to report to Barca, that we breed better
celts here, in Gaul. Brennus, teach this miserable fool a lesson."
To be continued....
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