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CHAPTER 2
"Tell me Miss Nikos, have you ever heard of the legend of the Black Centurion?" the Headmaster of Beacon asked.
"No Professor I can't say that I have", the young female answered. She sat in the chair in front of his desk, trying to process all that had been placed on her shoulders. The professor gave a slight chuckle and drank from his coffee cup, the liquid now cold and flavorless.
"Few have, but for those who have write it off as just another… fairy tale." Ozpin now looked years older to her than when he had given her this new responsibility. An awkward silence fell between them, the gears under their feet providing the only source of sound.
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"May I… hear it?" the young huntress asked, not able to bear the silence no longer. The professor set down his mug, not able to bear the liquid any longer, and stood up.
"Do you remember what civilization first settled where the Vacuo kingdom is today?" Ozpin inquired.
"That would have been Rome, sir." Pyrrha stated, now slightly less awkward.
"Correct. In the days of Rome, the Roman Empire had the strongest military in all of Remnant. Their Empire spread from Vacuo to the furthest islands of Vale, and in their lust for global domination they invaded Mistral." the professor then picked up his mug of coffee and walked to the giant window of his office. He began looking over all of Beacon from the forests to the Vytal Colosseum floating above the school, from the civilians walking among the school grounds to the students mingling with one another. He took another sip of his coffee, before starting again.
"In their pride of military strength, they sent only a few hundred men and 5 generals to command the troops. They stormed the beaches of Mistral without any casualties, they pressed on to village after village slaying all who opposed them without any mercy. They would send the ones they spared as messengers to neighboring villages that they were next, by cutting out their tongues and sending them with only the head of the village leaders." the professor looked from the window to the young girl in front of his desk. She had a face of pure disgust on her face but most of all sadness, he thought it better to finish his story. He turned back to the window and took a longer sip of his coffee.
"Then one day in amongst the generals they spoke to each other that they wanted glory, and to tell their own stories of war, instead of just watching it unfold. So, they decided to lead their men against the next village warriors. However, what they did not know was that several villages had banded together, both Faunus and Human, to destroy the armies of Rome. The following week the generals lead their men to a valley where a few hundred villagers stood to defend their homes. The generals boisterously charged the villagers expecting an easy win but as they fought, a general by the name of Damocles noticed that warriors were approaching their flank. Though because of the noises of battle he could not be heard, and the village tribes began to slay each soldier. Damocles tried to rally his men together to better defend themselves and they began to push back the tribes. Then when he saw that they could win the fight he looked to his other generals he saw that they had begun to flee. With no additional support, Damocles met a swift end by the hands of the tribes." The professor continued to look at the people with saddened eyes.
"A goddess by the name of Nemesis, was enraged by what had happened to the Roman general. She walked onto the field where the general was left and resurrected him as a vengeful spirit. Damocles walked off the field with only revenge in his heart, fueled by the goddess' wrath, he then sought out the ones that had betrayed him and killed them."
Pyrrha sat in her chair horrified at the story, wondering why she felt sorry for Damocles when he had slain all those people for the name of Rome. Sensing that the story was over, when the headmaster didn't continue.
Clearing her throat, she asked, "What does that story have to do with me?"
The professor gave a sad smile before finishing the last of his coffee.
"Absolutely nothing Miss Nikos." the professor said as he looked at Jaune Arc, her team leader.
"Your leader however… that remains to be seen." He whispered to himself.
"Excuse me, professor."
"I said you may leave Miss Nikos, and please do keep the matter concerning the Fall Maiden under wraps."
Hello! So here is the next chapter in this series. Next chapter will begin after the Fall of Beacon. I've already started on it. Please let me know how you feel about this story.
PS I know that I may have gotten things wrong concerning the Roman Empire. Please don't bring it up, I'm trying to learn more about it. Thank you.