The Greatest Battle Ever Fought

"Ceaser," screamed the messenger as he ran inside the palace. Ceaser was busy painting on the canvas silently as he looked up at the messenger. He was the ceaser he had to keep it together, "What is it?" he said calmly.
"At the gates," the messenger screamed, "At the gates...."
The messenger was unable to speak, something was wrong at the gates. Something that terrified the poor soul.

Ceaser peacefully continued drawing the circle on the canvas when he realized, the bugles were blowing. Enemy was at the gate. The bugles were blowing very hard for it was not an ordinary enemy, it was him. It was the barbaric Huns. It was The Hun, he who would not be named.

The messenger from the corner of his eye clearly saw the circle ceaser was drawing was no longer a perfect circle but said nothing. It was not his position to say anything. The ceaser felt his hands trembling and he lost his concentration, this was it, every ceaser before him had wished that this day wouldn't come in their tenure and it didn't, how lucky they were.

He took a deep breath, this thing came with power, he told himself. The roman empire was glorious with centurion army glorified as the best weapons humans could train. The centurions had returned victorious from many battles glories and undefeated but one battle they could not defeat.

The battle with the Huns on the Balkans region of Eastern Roman empire was enough warning of what would happen if the Romans decided not to pay tribute to the Huns. The ceaser had to keep it straight, the messenger was waiting. He took a deep breath.

"Send him in," Ceaser ordered and kept it cool.
The messenger obliged and walked outside.

Ceaser got up from the seat and kept himself composed. He was the king of the most glorious empire in the world, he had to keep it together. What would his enemies say if he was afraid of the Huns? What would his soldiers say if he was afraid of The Hun?

"Hello king," said The Hun as he stepped into the chamber smirking, "How are you today?" it was a taunt, The Hun was playing.
"Pray, speak, why do you seek my audience? Have we not paid you enough to keep outside the borders?" he asked.
"You have, oh King,"  The Hun smiled, "But I came nevertheless to inform you that last tribute you send was less than what you bargained. We have grown as a tribe, we need more tribute or we go to war."

Ceaser looked at his enemy and gave it a thought, "Your biggest undoing is your overconfidence. I do not pay tribute to you because I am afraid of you, I pay tribute for I do not wish to make any more widows and orphans in my kingdom and yours. You are a barbaric horde, you know nothing of fianese and art. You fear your own commanders for one day they will kill you and take over your horde and pride just as you did."

The Hun looked flabbergasted where was the king getting his strength from? There was no fear in ceasers eyes, there was no shame.

"I will not increase your tribute, you have suffered as much loss as I have on the battle of Utus. I made a strategic retreat to prevent any further loses. I cannot let any more widows and orphan over your barbaric urges but I also cannot keep on increases wages for your whims and your mood. So here is it," said the Ceaser, "I refuse to pay you increases wages and if you wish to attack the kingdom, do it then. But remember, the blood that would be shed, Huns and Romans will be on you..."

The Hun looked at the Ceaser in contempt, was this another strategy or was it real? Was the Ceaser really not afraid of him, he considered his options, he could go into war. But even last time he had suffered heavy loses. The Ceaser smiled, he had lost the battle but won the war.

He had planted the seed of distrust in The Hun mind, he knew for sure that in a few days the war would begin but this time the war could be won for the great commander of forces had a weak spot now. The commander was no longer over confident of his victory. It was the great battle ever fought and it was inside the enemies head.

The Hun stormed out the cabin into the wild in complete anger. When the messenger stepped inside, he saw the Ceaser had resumed his painting. The strokes were strong and bold with confidence, Ceaser looked at his messenger and smiled, "Pass on my message will you?" he said.

"Prepare for war..."

Note: This story is ENTIRELY fictitious. Have taken two classic armies in the history of mankind, one known for barbaric bravery and the other known for fianese killing.
Ceaser is the title given to king in ancient Rome imperial generals. 

1 comment

  1. Super concept Sid. Develop it into something bigger. Seeds od doubt are sown, let the war begin!

    Your writing style has changed considerably, since I have read you an year back. Good going man!

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