Post by twilight on Dec 10, 2020 14:28:12 GMT -5
It was 321 BC. My name at the time was Igualas. It meant son of flying eagle. We were living under the Roman empire. My father was Icutha, my mother was Eliena. I was 14 going on 15 at the time. We worked for a good man, who gave us lodging and food, so long as we worked his wheat fields, which we gladly did.
But the Empire was always at war with someone or other. Always trying to expand the Empire. It stayed that way till even to this day I would guess. Much like wrestling federations today. And so the day came when they wanted Ithaca but the Samnites would not yield. And while we knew being part of the Empire would eventually be a good thing not just for us but for them as well, they refused to join. So war was going to happen. My father and I were enlisted, forced enlisted to be precise. And so off we went. I was of age now, any male age 12 and above could be asked to fight and so my father and I did our duty as citizens of the great empire, out Empire.
We followed Spurius Postumius Albinus into grand battle but after crossing a mountain we were ambused. Samnites were waiting for us, we were trapped between the hordes and our back to the mountains. We lost a lot of good men that day. My father and I included. But with the aftermath, a fragile treaty was reached. And for a short time peace was ours.
I will not tell you of my journey to Jeville, lest to tell you that my father was with me this time, he had visited Jeville before me a few times, I guess that is where I got this curse, or gift, depending on how you look at it. But I will not you that story today. Instead I want to talk about empires.
SFT has been around so long, even before some in SFT were even born. It has never been the greatest place but its sheer longevity is something to behold and marvel. While other (empires)federations crumble and fall, we do not. We outlast every single fed that has ever been around. And those empires fall and get forgotten as if they never existed, we do not falter.
It is an honor to be in SFT. And when duty calls and that bell sounds off letting us know we are needed once again, we answer. We answer the call to go to arms, to fight, for our glory and especially for the glory of our Empire.
Now at Goldrush I am set to take center stage with every single person in SFT. From our new Hardcore champion Robert Saints, to Jack Jones sweetheart and IC Champion Candace, all the way to the totally unpredicatble Rumpke, to the heart of hearts Emerson and maybe even Lucas Balkan himself. Who knows what will happen, and while we are at war I hate fighting my brothers and sisters but we are gladiators and we fight for the spectators of our Empire. It is our duty, and when we are asked to defend the empire from other federations and father time itself we will gladly do so.
There are times in our lives which will define us, it will create us, and even undo us. But how we weather those storms from the outside and from our own selves help define if we are strong or if we are weak. I am not weak. And neither is any in SFT. But this new test coming our way will help make us stronger, it is only after the chaos fades away that we will see new order rise up.
I plan to rise up. And be a beacon in that darkness of our lives.
That is all.
Fade to light
But the Empire was always at war with someone or other. Always trying to expand the Empire. It stayed that way till even to this day I would guess. Much like wrestling federations today. And so the day came when they wanted Ithaca but the Samnites would not yield. And while we knew being part of the Empire would eventually be a good thing not just for us but for them as well, they refused to join. So war was going to happen. My father and I were enlisted, forced enlisted to be precise. And so off we went. I was of age now, any male age 12 and above could be asked to fight and so my father and I did our duty as citizens of the great empire, out Empire.
We followed Spurius Postumius Albinus into grand battle but after crossing a mountain we were ambused. Samnites were waiting for us, we were trapped between the hordes and our back to the mountains. We lost a lot of good men that day. My father and I included. But with the aftermath, a fragile treaty was reached. And for a short time peace was ours.
I will not tell you of my journey to Jeville, lest to tell you that my father was with me this time, he had visited Jeville before me a few times, I guess that is where I got this curse, or gift, depending on how you look at it. But I will not you that story today. Instead I want to talk about empires.
SFT has been around so long, even before some in SFT were even born. It has never been the greatest place but its sheer longevity is something to behold and marvel. While other (empires)federations crumble and fall, we do not. We outlast every single fed that has ever been around. And those empires fall and get forgotten as if they never existed, we do not falter.
It is an honor to be in SFT. And when duty calls and that bell sounds off letting us know we are needed once again, we answer. We answer the call to go to arms, to fight, for our glory and especially for the glory of our Empire.
Now at Goldrush I am set to take center stage with every single person in SFT. From our new Hardcore champion Robert Saints, to Jack Jones sweetheart and IC Champion Candace, all the way to the totally unpredicatble Rumpke, to the heart of hearts Emerson and maybe even Lucas Balkan himself. Who knows what will happen, and while we are at war I hate fighting my brothers and sisters but we are gladiators and we fight for the spectators of our Empire. It is our duty, and when we are asked to defend the empire from other federations and father time itself we will gladly do so.
There are times in our lives which will define us, it will create us, and even undo us. But how we weather those storms from the outside and from our own selves help define if we are strong or if we are weak. I am not weak. And neither is any in SFT. But this new test coming our way will help make us stronger, it is only after the chaos fades away that we will see new order rise up.
I plan to rise up. And be a beacon in that darkness of our lives.
That is all.
Fade to light
