Destined ~ A Time Travel Anthology by Alicea Denise & Cooper JC

Author:Alicea, Denise & Cooper, JC [Alicea, Denise]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Geek Girl Publishing
Published: 2020-03-08T16:00:00+00:00

Destined

387 BC, Ireland

Holding Rome off for seven months, the Celts were losing battleground. They were losing their advantage over the enemy and it was costing them everything. Julius Caesar mounted a war campaign against the Celts and everything they worshipped. No village stood the test of time; women, children and the elderly were slaughtered or left for dead. Hills and forests were littered with dead bodies and the stench of decaying flesh was everywhere. It seemed the land was mourning the death of her children. The grass and rivers were a bright red, the blood of the countless that died protecting themselves and others.

The druids and the last remaining tribes fled in hopes of survival. The Romans came after them like preying vultures extending their deadly claws. The final battle between the last two tribes and the Roman army was about to occur. The Celts were hoping they would win and drive away the savages who slaughtered their women and children. Both sides looked up to the all-knowing heavens for just a moment, expelling their wishes and hopes. Soon the echoing of horns awoke them to their destiny. The battle had begun.

Swords clashed and bodies began to litter the ground quickly. Neither side would give in easily. Among the Celtic warriors were women, some alongside their partners. This was truly the last battle Branwyn and Eavan wanted to be ever a part of. They were two of the strongest and youngest warriors left in their tribe. Both tried to be near the other, but soon it became impossible. The head of this Roman army was General Crasius, who was fighting Eavan. They were well matched, but one was bound to let their guard down. Branwyn, with her brown hair flying in the wind, tried to keep an eye on her lover, but with the onslaught of soldiers she couldn't look back.

For a moment it seemed that Eavan was having the upper hand, bringing his sword down in vengeance against the general. He already bore bruises and cuts, but he knew he had to kill his enemy. For his part, Crasius believed he owed it to Caesar to win this campaign and wipe the Celts to extinction. With all his might Crasius arose and knocked Eavan to the ground. He then kicked his sword from his hand and as Eavan reached for it, Crasius dug his sword into his back and through his body. Eavan groaned in pain as his hands stopped reaching for his sword and his body descended to the ground. Crasius felt superior yet felt strange, as if something had possessed him. It wasn't an issue for him; he was too busy relishing the moment.

Branwyn looked up, horrified at what her eyes were showing her. She pushed her way through the retreating Roman soldiers to kill Crasius. " Murderer!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, nearly announcing her arrival to him. Her hand came down firmly with her sword against him. Crasius had turned around, hearing her behind him.

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