Warrior Augustus

Once upon a time in the kingdoms, there was long lived a king that was great, no good. He was evil, an evil king at that. An evil king so evil that he might not even be able to recognize it. But today, for the first time in many years, the king saw light. A light that was never seen before. The light within within the light. But,

We look back at history, and all throughout history, they reigned people, power, hungry, morally in debt, and debt to be un-morally. Very much so that he thought to himself, and we go back to the kingdom. The year was 1495, some odd unknown year, and a kingdom with no place in history. Came a king that was luxury, living luxury.

But furthermore, he was a king, a just, a just king of that. We start this story off in a town, a town in maybe . But this town was great, but small. He started off in a childhood. One day he woke up and decided he was going to do something important, something important he's never done before. So he picked up the pen and continued writing in his journal.

Looking back at the days when he fought as a warrior. A warrior in the kingdom. Fought for the empire. The empire. Augustus. A great leader of time. When he was among many people. In this empire, there stood, similar today, unbearable. That it could never fall. It could never fall. It could never down. It could never drown. Some poetry, maybe. Even formal. I look at...

The situation, many people came together on this one person to formulate this empire. This guy with a shield, a sword, and armor stood tall in the battlefield 15 years earlier and continued writing this story as he thought to himself, where was this going to go? Clearly, he had no pen or paper. He freestyled everything, including his stories and his...

unwritten story about his life in general. A general at the battlefield, he continued to think to himself. The guy raised up their sword. It was muddy, damp, dark, lust, wet, brutal, days, tireless, and this world began endlessly. All he thought about was a place where it was safe, at home, with his wife and kids.

He had four of them, but would he ever see them again? He didn't know. War was hell. Hell was war. Either which way you say, you can get mixed up in the midst of battle. The guy drew his sword in this damp battlefield, crying out loud. The drums were roaring silently, but loud. It threw his day. The battle was going on. The guy laid his sword up high and began waving it around and said, Charge! Charge!

He charged forward as he told his story for his fictional media platform, but he continued his story as ever. For the first time in his life, he thought his life could come to an end, but he had several close calls before. The battle continued roaring up and down. It's been, what, four minutes? Five minutes? 358. We approach this time when the battles will ring. The battle will ring. The world at a endtimate time.

Many people thought, forward as we look at cinema and today's standards. I look at the situation, but this guy was fighting for freedom. Freedom for all. Freedom for everyone. Freedom in an unjust world where unjust were killed. Today was a day he thought his life would come to an end. The battle, the enemy stood tall. All of a sudden, the leaders approached. They sat at the table and told a story.

You put my best warrior against your best warrior. And we'll see who comes out in third. And everyone will go home to their wives and kids. Troy. What makes you think your warrior will stand against my warrior? Mine never loses. That's what they all say. He looked at the crowd. He looked over. He looked at Augustus. Marcus Augustus. Do you think you can handle this guy? He looked at him and he backed away from the other leaders.

I can handle anything you give me. I'm at yours. My life is yours. I serve this country faithfully, like a standing warrior in a MiG outfit, soaring. And for more, I can take this guy. This guy looks bigger than anyone I've ever seen before, he replied. I can take him. I will defend the Empire. Let the soldiers go home to their wives and kids.

Let them live another day. Let's end this with one strip of my blade.

Dedicated to the the Black Knights and Black Aces. of the USS Abraham Lincoln.