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Here's the first chapter of a story that I'm working on. I'll post more later. I hope you like it.
Chapter 1 - Tolosa, Celtica
"Your assignment is to build a road across Tolosa Island." the commander of a worker unit told the workers. "You will build it around the city of Herat, so you are not captured by the Persians."
After receiving their commands, the workers left Tolosa, and began their work. They survived by remembering what life in their former country was like, long before they had been captured by the Celts, and forced into a slave ship to cross the ocean to Tolosa. Slowly, foot by foot, the road took shape, as the workers slaved to build the road. Disobeying their masters would mean certain death: the Celts were not kind to workers, especially foreign workers. They only controlled islands, so the workers were of little use in connecting cities.
After reaching the top of a hill, a sight in the distance caught the attention of the workers. A Persian musketman unit had left Herat, and was moving their way. To the slaves, this was the perfect chance. They could escape Celtic oppression. However, another thought stuck in their mind: Will their new leaders be worse than their old? Memories of the battle that had originally uprooted them had been fading, but were far from gone. The Persians could be even worse than the Celts.
The Persians destroyed the workers' defenders, and took the unit. Before any resistance could be organized, the workers found themselves once again on a slave ship.
After a long voyage over the ocean, the city of Dariush Kabir came into view. It was far superior to any city they had ever seen. Leonardo's Workshop, the largest building in Dariush Kabir, was clearly visible from the ship. Everywhere they saw green: the green flag of Persia, the green military uniforms of Persian units, and the green grasslands surrounding Dariush Kabir. Even their own uniforms, which were handed out when they reached the harbor at Dariush Kabir, were green.
That, however, meant very little to the worker unit. They were slaves. They tend the green grasslands, irrigating them so the lands can supply the Persians with large amounts of food. But, being slaves, they could not look forward to bountiful harvests. Working for England and the Celts had nearly killed them, and most of the workers were sure that Persia would finish the job.
Their first task was to build a road to New Exeter. Unbelievable as it was to the slaves, they would soon be returning to the country that had caused all of their suffering: England.
Chapter 1 - Tolosa, Celtica
"Your assignment is to build a road across Tolosa Island." the commander of a worker unit told the workers. "You will build it around the city of Herat, so you are not captured by the Persians."
After receiving their commands, the workers left Tolosa, and began their work. They survived by remembering what life in their former country was like, long before they had been captured by the Celts, and forced into a slave ship to cross the ocean to Tolosa. Slowly, foot by foot, the road took shape, as the workers slaved to build the road. Disobeying their masters would mean certain death: the Celts were not kind to workers, especially foreign workers. They only controlled islands, so the workers were of little use in connecting cities.
After reaching the top of a hill, a sight in the distance caught the attention of the workers. A Persian musketman unit had left Herat, and was moving their way. To the slaves, this was the perfect chance. They could escape Celtic oppression. However, another thought stuck in their mind: Will their new leaders be worse than their old? Memories of the battle that had originally uprooted them had been fading, but were far from gone. The Persians could be even worse than the Celts.
The Persians destroyed the workers' defenders, and took the unit. Before any resistance could be organized, the workers found themselves once again on a slave ship.
After a long voyage over the ocean, the city of Dariush Kabir came into view. It was far superior to any city they had ever seen. Leonardo's Workshop, the largest building in Dariush Kabir, was clearly visible from the ship. Everywhere they saw green: the green flag of Persia, the green military uniforms of Persian units, and the green grasslands surrounding Dariush Kabir. Even their own uniforms, which were handed out when they reached the harbor at Dariush Kabir, were green.
That, however, meant very little to the worker unit. They were slaves. They tend the green grasslands, irrigating them so the lands can supply the Persians with large amounts of food. But, being slaves, they could not look forward to bountiful harvests. Working for England and the Celts had nearly killed them, and most of the workers were sure that Persia would finish the job.
Their first task was to build a road to New Exeter. Unbelievable as it was to the slaves, they would soon be returning to the country that had caused all of their suffering: England.
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