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In the town of Thria to the west of Athens lived a man named Agapios. He lived a small life with a loving wife and five strong sons on a plot of land much fertile that always provided him with his daily bread. His days passed in leisure with nary a concern to weigh on his mind. Those around would look on his life and become envious wishing themselves to have a life so easy and comfortable. The gods took notice as well listening with keen ears to the musings of mortals.   Agapios' first son was a man of around twenty and eager to prove himself in martial skill. Ever persistent the first son pleaded with his father to let him leave home to seek

I heard laughing from atop the hill. The sort of laughter reserved for parties after a particularly funny statement or observation. It struck me as very odd right at that moment.   The rain from the previous two nights continued today at a rate faster than a normal drizzle. The stench from the wet field was making the other men around me retch leaning on their muskets for support. I looked around in front of me and saw broken muskets, a few scattering of swords, dead horses, and a few abandoned pieces of artillery. My comrades were there laid out in horrible displays as well, but I didn't want to look at that. Starting up again the laughing d

The rain had been falling in heavy doses for the past few days. All the warriors of the various tribes grumbled loudly over it constructing great tents to house them and cover them from the pouring rain. The druids were greatly concerned for continuous rain signaled the god's continued displeasure. Construction had taken less than a day with wicker being taken from all the neighboring tribes. Much talk could be overheard through most of northern Gaul about this particular event. Romans, men of the fourteenth legion, taken during that army's annihilation, were to be present. A hope had grown in the hearts of the druids that the lives of these

The bell rang a few times the shrill staccato chimes quieting most the discussion from the room of about thirty children aged fifteen with the exception of a few students either held back for various reasons or with the luck of being born late in the academic year and put into the system later rather than sooner. On the board were a plethora of numbers and equations revealing the class as Algebra I and meant for sophomores. A few students had their notebooks open and pencils ready. Others were still continuing conversations and excited about just which of their comrades were in the same class this semester. One of the students, a boy with a f

From Decimus Junius Brutus' Histories 3. That summer following the movement of the second legion back to Italia for rest and rearmament for continued hostilities against Carthage word had reached Decimus Brutus that the Helvetii, recently made bold after a number of victories against the tribes living just to the north of Rome, had been looting the area around Velathri. Decimus Brutus consulted his generals and closest advisers on the proper course of action. All called for the immediate removal of the barbarians. A runner from the third legion, commanded by the young tribune Gnaeus Scipio, brought information much beneficial to the Romans.

The day had been long. Finding my way to the arena from the town gates proved more difficult than I thought it would be and that stop at the tavern, called "The Husband's Last Stop", didn't help things though it did help to dull the oppressive summer heat. I asked the tavern keeper why the name and he just laughed, said I should visit the store next door and put two and two together. I took his advice, but found myself leaving almost as soon as I walked through the door. The tournament interested me more than some cheap whore. Besides I only brought so much money. The arena itself was tucked away in the back of the town, towered over by two

The Commonwealth was going to war. The call to arms was declared from Warsaw to the Crimea, from Vilnius to Kiev, from Novgorod to the far reaches of the empire bordering that small kingdom of Georgia, the last holdout of Orthodoxy. In these major cities of the Commonwealth and the thousand villages more that saw the Polish eagle as sovereign, there were precessions full of pomp and splendor that went on for a few days or more. Food was given out by the merchants uncaring at the lost revenue, small plays performed that championed the Polish people and culture, wheat figures dressed as enemies burned and priests proselytizing in a language tha

The snow was falling gently coating everything in a thin layer of white. It had begun a few hours ago, coming from the north. Blowing this way and that the snow seemed to be dancing to some unknown rhythm. From a vantage point atop a spire in his keep, the Duke watched the snow fall. His young eyes moved from left to right trying to catch every moment of the beautiful weather. His stomach churned in knots knowing this was impossible for he had far too few eyes to soak it all in. Over here was the tavern most favored by the peasants. The small two story building had a chimney pouring out smoke into the early evening air. Dozens of men it see

He ran a hand through his thick goatee and looked out the window. His neighbors were fighting again. From the looks of things, this was a serious fight. Not one a relationship could come back from. A young Mexican couple, sometimes pretty nice the man thought, was the subject of his viewing. The woman was arguing and screaming in Spanish, sometimes in English, about her lover’s infidelity. Raising his hands in defeat, the guy seemed not to defend himself. She threw things at him, smashed others and threw most of it away. Such a waste, the man with the goatee thought. He meant both the relationship and the TV she had just smashed. &ldq

A series of mountains stood in front of a small village some miles form the nearest city. Huts, hovels and only a tavern that could sit fifteen made up the whole place. Harvesting barley and a small collection of sheep, nothing of note ever occurred at the village. The people who called the village home preferred it that way. With the war going on and the king desperate for soldiers to fill his armies, the people worried that even their insignificant home would have to heed the call of their lord. So far, no call had come. Even so, a general sense of unease filled the people of the village. Their stomachs churned in fear and anxiety, dreams