The Witch and The Roman

AD 9, Germania, among the brown and auburn leaves lie thousands of Rome's soldiers. Domitius is not yet dead. He flees the barbarian ambush and wanders the forest. There, among the dead timbers is a hut and Domitius takes refuge to tend his grievous wounds after days of fighting. The hunter returns and fights Domitius. He succumbs to his wounds and collapses. The hunter, a witch, pulls her hood back and looks over the man. She goes back to her door, opens it, sniffs the air for savages and listens, nothing. She returns to the Roman, drags him to a corner, and lashes his arms. Then, she sets her cauldron over the fire and stokes the flames. She casts root, flower petals, and other plants into the boiling brown stew. She dips a rotted wooden cup into the potion, scoops a mouthful, and forces it down the Roman's throat. Domitius recovers and admires the witch for her healing skills. She draws her fingers over his wounds and takes to this man who, unlike the barbarians who use her at will, is bound to her. Passions rise. She thinks to run away with him, but her dark past with its secrets stops her thoughts of freedom. Domitius, well enough to travel, flees the Germania for Rome where the witch would not be worthy to hold his water cup. His heart though, with thoughts of Fior, drives him to go back to her. Together, they flee Germania for Rome. From Fior's hut, the walk is months long through the heart of barbarian lands to the mountains. The perilous journey will challenge their love, attack their flaws, and seek to destroy their quest for freedom and happiness.