Beowulf Journal Entry

Eric looked out of the window of his house to see the glistening blue sea winking at him. As he walked out, people stared in wonder at his toga that proclaimed him to be a roman official. He smiled, once he had been one of those people, staring at the officials wondering if he could ever reach that rank, and now he had. He walked through the stalls looking for a nice meal to have for breakfast.

While he sat at a stall that sold bread and soup, he caught a glimpse of her. His soon-to-be wife. Merle. She was only fifteen, yet incredibly beautiful. She was a freeborn roman girl, and many men from his class and age group had been wanting to marry her. However, he was the one, and in two days he would be married. Just as he wandered out of the
He could remember nothing. He looked to the nearest sundial. Oh gods! I am going to be late. He raced to his next ship shouting goodbye to Merle. It was a treasure ship. Not any treasure ship, an Imperial one. The flag of the Emperor fluttered atop its mast. He walked on board and was met by the captain.
“Greetings, Mr Septem, I hope you are well. What you see on this ship is confidential and can be seen only by you or the Emperor. It is to be delivered by me. Sign here.” He held out a piece of paper. “This states that if you tell a single person, you will be assassinated. No questions asked.”
“Ok then,” replied Eric signing the piece of paper. “What have you got to show me?” First, Eric was lead into the treasure rooms. They were practically overflowing with gold and gems. “All to be melted down into coins. The gems, especially the quartz, are to be used in the new inventions of Archimedes, concerning electricity.” Eric looked at the man strangely.
“What like the lamps with no flame?” he asked.
“Exactly,” the man replied.
Then Eric was lead into the slaves’
The man who was showing Eric around had frozen. Eric looked over at one of the slaves to see why the man had frozen. The captain seemed to be staring at a young boy. Eric walked nearer to the boy and to his horror he could see what the captain had seen.
“What is your name?” Eric asked.
“My name is Augustus,” the small boy replied in perfect Latin.
“May I see what is around your neck Augustus?” Eric asked kindly.
“Go ahead,” replied Augustus, “I would show it to you but my hands are