Dead... again (2)

I guess destiny has a strange path, or maybe the gods just toy with us in unexpected ways, dont they Old Hag? I was tied to the cross for more than a day and yet I was rescued and left alone to wander these new strange lands. All I've known is dead, or will be, and yet death eludes me... here more than anywhere else.

So, again, it's time to stand on my feet. Ironically, both times I died, Cytheris was there to help me stand again. I may be a broken man, but I'm still a man thanks to her. She helped me build the Centuria originally thirty years ago and though she leads the messengers in these lands, she has still put me on my feet again.  But it was not only her doing, Ular and Salvia received me with open arms, and others like Maithcara followed.

And so, now the Centuria stands again. The Hall of the Dead is open to business and our swords are again for rent. Mitra knows you tried to destroy us once more old hag, Aquilonia that gave all and took all away, but we stand again. Not a day passes without me missing Millika and the boys, my battlebrothers and our life there, for even the void of death can't tear away those memories; but now, new ones have place as well. Dev has joined the Centuria and hopefully others will follow, and with them come back the old routines, the training, the laughter in the Hall.

As many ghosts as may haunt these rooms, there is again life in them. A life led by steel for that is all I know, but life still. I miss you every day, Millika, Glavicus, Nemroy... but you'll have to forgive me for going on. One day, I may even be strong enough to give you a propper burial...