Lucius was exhausted, and his whole body ached. It would figure that the one opportunity he'd had, the once chance he had to see Fulvia and his newborn son in months of traipsing around the Latin world he'd get grabbed off the street by the damn Wolves. Thrown into a pen with everyone else they'd been able to find, given a set of ill-fitting armor, a sword and pilum and marched off to Arpinum.
It was nice to see the province of his birth again, or it would have been if it wasn't for the horrific battle he'd been forced to take part in. He was no stranger to blood and death, no one who lived in Rome was with all the crucifixes all over the place, he was just used to it personally on a smaller scale.
He really didn't mindovermuch marching off to chase Egyptians out of Roman territory, in fact he'd kind of enjoyed it. It felt good to spill their blood after what they had done to his father in Thebes. But now, like his father had before him, he'd found himself marching into the Egyptian sands to do battle with the damn Serpent People on their own terms. As a Roman Legionaire Conscript no less.
He knew where they were going. Everyone did. General Gaius had been very adamant about that. Everyone in both legions had to know where they were going and why. He'd gotten the where part down, El-Amarna, the why part was giving him problems. What did he or anyone else care about a small Egyptian city in the middle of nowhere outside of Rome's borders.
The why wouldn't really matter he supposed in a few days when the Roman force arrived outside of the Egyptian city that apparently was besieged by Remen soldiers, and had been for some time. He could just guess at how much death had visited there. How many people had lost their lives. Legionaires attacking, and snakes defending their homes agaisnt them. Just a few more days. Maybe he'd slip away before they even got there. A few others had. He really wanted no part of this war save a small part of him that wanted to kill Egyptians on Egyptian soil to pay them back for everything that happened to him and his father because of them.
Maybe he'd leave in the night. Maybe tonight. Maybe.
It was nice to see the province of his birth again, or it would have been if it wasn't for the horrific battle he'd been forced to take part in. He was no stranger to blood and death, no one who lived in Rome was with all the crucifixes all over the place, he was just used to it personally on a smaller scale.
He really didn't mindovermuch marching off to chase Egyptians out of Roman territory, in fact he'd kind of enjoyed it. It felt good to spill their blood after what they had done to his father in Thebes. But now, like his father had before him, he'd found himself marching into the Egyptian sands to do battle with the damn Serpent People on their own terms. As a Roman Legionaire Conscript no less.
He knew where they were going. Everyone did. General Gaius had been very adamant about that. Everyone in both legions had to know where they were going and why. He'd gotten the where part down, El-Amarna, the why part was giving him problems. What did he or anyone else care about a small Egyptian city in the middle of nowhere outside of Rome's borders.
The why wouldn't really matter he supposed in a few days when the Roman force arrived outside of the Egyptian city that apparently was besieged by Remen soldiers, and had been for some time. He could just guess at how much death had visited there. How many people had lost their lives. Legionaires attacking, and snakes defending their homes agaisnt them. Just a few more days. Maybe he'd slip away before they even got there. A few others had. He really wanted no part of this war save a small part of him that wanted to kill Egyptians on Egyptian soil to pay them back for everything that happened to him and his father because of them.
Maybe he'd leave in the night. Maybe tonight. Maybe.