1, September, 4210 (1300 BC) AM Byzantine date*
Pov: Vojislav Dave herd:
Move it! move it! move it! the voice of commander Aristos rippled through the crowd of men and boys--As it echoed like a trumpet. His gaze sharp, his uniform--far from crisp--Though his eyes were bought from an eagle--Sharp, piercing. He walked--His hands tied behind his back, as he gazed at each and every one of us--Then he stopped--Standing in the middle. The men and boys had their eyes glued to him--As he began to talk--Hear me! my courageous soldiers! We all looked at him as pride seemed to surge in the hearts of the men--He continued, "to ensure that your spirits are high, the emperor's son, master Flaytus will be making an appearance" The crowd erupted in cheers as they all began to chant--Long live the emperor! long live the emperor! Their sheer voice made my blood boil--Should have died long ago...I murmured to myself. My head low.
Just then--out of the corner of my eyes-I sensed a feeling of being watched--I looked around, my eyes darting back and forth--Trying desperately to find the source of it admits the crowd of men, yelling.
Then--I caught a pair of striking eyes--It was a hooded man--He seemed to realize that I was looking straight at him--He...gave me a glare--then quickly vanished into the crowd.
Dave heard's eyebrows furrowed as he then glanced back at the place the man once was--though he was gone, just like that.
Just then--The crowd had begun to part into two sides--As Dave heard stood, unknowingly in the middle.
Then--ATTENDE!! A man yelled. Dave heard froze as he realized that he was the only one in the middle of the way--BLOCKING THE EMPEROR'S SON!
He then heard the slow-Yet confident thud of a pair of boots against the dusty land--Dave Slowly turned, his gaze locking with one of the most striking pair of eyes--His eyes widened, he looked nothing like the emperor.
The men bowed their heads--As they watched him cross their paths--His presence commanding obedience, as he slowly walked through the exclusive pathway--His eyes observing every miniscule.
Then he came to an abrupt stop Infront of Dave--His eye roaming through his unkept attire--He raised an eyebrow. Dave heard kept his head, low as his face flushed with embarrassment--The weight of his judgement pressed in on him.
Flaytus then tore his gaze away--Without sparing another glance-He quickly walked off. As Dave heard's jaw clenched. He sensed the feeling of someone again--Then he slowly met Marcus's gaze. Urging him to come. He then walked to him--emerging in with the crowd.
Marcus's hands quickly fell to his shoulder--Are you okay? he asked. Dave nodded quickly--trying desperately to mask his urge to yell out a no.
The men's gaze then returned to the front-There Flaytus & commander Aristos stood--Aristos kneeled Infront of him. "May god bless you, my master for making this possible" he then continued uttering words of gratitude.
Flaytus glanced at him then at the armada of men before him--His eyes sparkled seeing the sheer wellness of his men--Stirring something in him-his lips then parted-Oh hear! my brave soldiers! his voice echoed like a trumpet--Dripping with command. "You are all to serve none but one man--The emperor"
Aristos glance at him--His eyes widening slightly--Flaytus then glanced back--Then continued, "until your last breath" he ended. He then looked at the crowd--They once again erupted as they chanted, Long live the emperor!
Flaytus's eyes then caught a face among them--A face that seemed to be not to invested in whatever that he said and seeming not to go with the chants. It was the same man that had blocked his path earlier--He then sensed his gaze then quickly locked eyes with him; his face was unreadable yet something ugly was beneath it. Flaytus's lips curled as he seemed beyond irritated.
He then shot a look at Aristos--Asking his name. Oh...him? he is Vojislav Dave heard--One of the Ruthenian slaves.
Flaytus's smirk faltered-then it returned, as he gazed at him again--Feeling the heat of his death glare. Vojislav...yeah? he murmured--maintaining the little staring contest seemingly happening between them.
Marcus's eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at his friend who seemingly looking at something--Slav? he shook him. Vojislav flinched--He then stared at him dazed, what? he asked.
Marcus sighed--shaking his head, as he then scolded him about not paying attention. He went on and on about just how much today was important. Vojislav nodded along--Though his eyes were seemingly on Flaytus--At his insufferable smirk--At how he looked at him with disgust.
His jaw clenched, "To hell with your empire" he murmured in Russian.
Soon the crowd began to settle down-As the Flaytus's appearance had become a success in fueling the soldier's willpower.
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