Back From The Dead

[Agron]

Tag: Naevia

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Despite the many numbers they had lost, and the fall of Spartacus . . . there was a victory found in the war. And it involved the lives of every single one who survived. Ones that Agron and Nasir had taken upon themselves to lead and look after. A couple in particular to honor specific fallen brothers . . . the others, to honor all those who gave their lives for this to be achieved. They had made camp for the night and with each passing day, moved further and further away from the clutches of the Romans.

Distance from them, with the hopes of building their own lives. Agron was keeping watch, sleep often eluding him. His hands were not what they once were so even physical labor was severely limited. He hated it, but there was nothing that could be done. While the others slept, he would serve what little use he could, his eyes watchful of the land ahead of them. A shadowed figure immediately caught his attention, eyes narrowing onto the shadowed figure in the distance.

He couldn't make out who it was, for it was night and where they came from was not lit with anything. It was but one person though, so Agron did not feel the need to put the whole camp in a panic. Instead, he advanced toward the figure, moving quickly before they could draw any closer. Yet as he was nearer to the stranger, shock began to set in. His eyes widened and instead of approaching with any caution, he rushed toward the now revealed woman. "Naevia!"

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Naevia was positive that she was going to meet her end before she found treasured brother and friends. She was somewhat convinced that she had already perished and this journey was some kind of hell that she needs must go through in order to be reunited with her heart on the sands of the Afterlife.

She should be dead. 

The wounds given to her on the battlefield at the hands of Caesar and his men should have killed her. When his sword entered her body, it should have been slicing into her neck and shoulder as how Diona had been executed so long ago.

Diona, my sweet friend. What would you think of me, now?

Waking up in the pile of bodies on the battlefield was something that she had not expected. There was blood all around her -- her own face and upper body were coated in it -- but she could hear and feel and...

She was not happy about it at all. That she should somehow be clinging to life when so many had perished. When Crixus had fallen.

It was some hours before she could manage to move any part of her own body, and even then it was past dark when she finally pulled herself away from the rest of the fallen and into a ditch nearby. She lay there, trying to get her strength because she knew she could not stay there. She had to be gone long before the sun rose lest the Roman cocks found her.

Somehow, she found herself on her feet and stumbling back in the direction that their people had been camped. She knew the direction they would travel in to get to the mountains and then over them. 

She did not know how many days she passed in travel as the pain and the weakness was causing her to drift in and out of reality. Sometimes Melitta was with her or Diona or Mira. Most times, though, it was Crixus or even Spartacus that spoke to her and urged her to keep on. She would not, could not give up. She knew her wounds were dangerous and she had tended them as best as she could, but with friends walking with her and holding onto her, she could not fail.

She had to reach the survivors and see with own eyes who lived and who survived. Then maybe, maybe she would be ready to let go -- even if Crixus and Spartacus said that she must not.

She did realize that someone was watching her until a shadow became form in front of her. When she heard her name spoken in a voice she recognized and held dear, she lifted her eyes and managed a small smile.

"Agron. You yet live."

She might have said more, but she suddenly found that her legs did not want to keep her upright any longer.

[Agron]

Tag: Naevia

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron quickly recovered from the shock of her presence; enough to act quickly as she began to collapse, moving swiftly to her side so that he caught her before she hit the ground. "Fuck the gods," he cursed in disbelief at her having survived. And yet, her expressed words relayed the acknowledgment that he yet lived. "We thought you for the afterlife," he told her. Guilt was setting deep within his heart. Sickening him. What if there were more that they had left on the battlefield that were not actually dead? What if they condemned them to such a fate by leaving them?

Agron knew he could do nothing to change it now. What he could do was make up for it with at least one person. His eyes looked over her body, quickly assessing the damage. A wound from the sword. He ripped a piece of his shawl and bunched it, pressing it against where the blood was coming out. But, who knows how much blood she had already lost. Moving her hand to press it where his once had been, he then scooped Naevia up in his arms, providing her some release of her feet. "Were there any others?" He asked as he started to walk them back to camp, needing to know if there were more like her.

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Navia winced when he pressed the cloth to her worst wound, but training and skill allowed her not to voice the pain that any such movement near the cut caused.

"None but I still had breath when I awoke in pile of our dead people,' Naevia answered him in a quiet voice. She was in pain and feeling like she was fading, but she knew that there was no shame in allowing Agron to see this weakness in her. He had known her for some time and was a brother and a friend. "So many of us died in that battle, but somehow I yet breathe. I heard Spartacus... is it true, Agron? Did he fall?" Her hand reached out to grip at his arm. "Nasir! Tell me of the brother of my heart. Please, Agron."

There were all kinds of things that would have to be discussed and compared. Naevia knew this. But, after losing so much and so many, she could not calm herself until she knew that Nasir was still among the living. Surely the gods would not have taken both Crixus and Nasir from her? Not after everyone and everything that she had already lost.

[Agron]

Tag: Naevia

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

With Naevia's response, it would seem that there were no others that remained alive. Especially if she awoke in a pile of corpses. The topic was distracted from as she spoke of how many they lost and . . . Spartacus. The mention of his name caused Agron's jaw to clench. He had known no greater brother of heart than he. He had lost so many brothers. Duro. Spartacus. Donar. Gannicus. And of course, the others who fell in battle. So hearing her question her own brother of heart and his survival . . . well, Agron was at least glad that she did not have to suffer the loss of more than she already had.

"He did," Agron answered in regards to the fall of Spartacus. "We buried him before departing from battlefield." A relief, that the Romans had not been able to get their fucking hands on his body. The next news he could offer, was far more uplifting. "Nasir yet lives," Agron told her. His own relief over this fact never fully subsiding, knowing how close he had came to losing him. "He is at camp with the other survivors. We may not be vast in number, but there is enough of us that sacrifices made will not be in fucking vain." That those who had fallen, had given their lives for worthy cause.

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I have become a battlefield

At news that the brother of her heart yet lived and was safe, Naevia allowed herself to rest against Agron as he carried her to wherever he was taking her. The thoughts that filtered in and out of her mind were ones that she did not think he would appreciate falling from her lips, so she tried to fight them back. She was feeling weak and tired, but she was determined to keep her eyes open for yet awhile longer.

"I was not sure where feet would take me," she finally admitted. "Insanity of the mind or true ghosts of those fallen kept to my side and urged me to continue to walk. They were all quite insistent as if there was little time for me to make it to whatever place would find me. Even now, I am not convinced that this is not all in my mind and I am still dying on that far away field."

Blood and battle had become a second nature and things that she was used to. She wasn't sure what use she would have now.

What use if her body even survived this?

"How many made it away with you and Nasir? Did Sibyl... and Laeta?" She may not have wanted anything to do with the Roman woman before, but Spartacus had shared affection with her. Sibyl had been too soft for fighting, but she had ever been kind and caring to Naevia when she returned after Crixus' death. Add that to the knowledge that Gannicus had loved her and Naevia felt responsible for making sure the girl was alive and unharmed.

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Tag: Agron

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