The golden rays of the sun bestow upon this land a shine that brightens everyone’s day as the Caesar opens his eyes. A gentle breeze passes through the camp, a nice fresh scent of earth, grass, moss and everything nice the world has to offer under his feet. At the entrance of his tent, two guards standing tall and proud, watching over him. Augustus gets out of the warm bed, lays his feet upon the cold refreshing grass, takes a deep breath in and goes to urinate. He takes a cloth, wets it, and starts brushing his teeth. Done with both with a smile, he heads over to his table where slaves prepared his breakfast, a pancake and some cut fruit. He starts eating, pondering about the greatness of the day that was about to unfold. After the breakfast, a quick workout to warm up and get his muscles started.
With his fresh clothes and threads on him, pumped up, ready and happy, Augustus gets out his tent. Looking around his face lights up even more, seeing the beauty in the world and the manpower he has laying in the camp, waiting to crush their enemies. A maimed soldier breaks in through the camp screaming, waking up everyone and putting them in fighting stance. Looking to find an enemy following the soldier, yet finding nothing. The soldier runs and falls to the feet of the Caesar, out of breath. Blood flies on his feet, as the soldier looks up to tell Augustus what had happened, he spits blood on his white threads. He slaps the soldier, and tells him to calm down because they can’t understand him. One of the guards gives the soldier a flask with water, as he sits and tries to calm down. The Caesar’s generals gather around the tent, wanting to see what happened.
The soldiers tells them in detail everything that had happened, the graves, the tall giant, a bunch of pointy logs surrounding the small city and a bunch of archers. The Caesar thanks him and tells him to sit and take it easy. The generals ask him what they will do next. I will destroy them! A massacre! I will wipe them off from the map of this glorious earth they are tainting! August fuming with anger, frustration and regret that he didn’t stop him from going when the oracles had warned him. The generals once again ask if they should prepare for an assault. He turns around, smiles and tells them to wait…
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