2 years had passed and my body had grown to the body of a 12 year old boy. When I first arrived in this world I was 48 but throughout the battle I seem to grow younger. In the 5 years I lived here I had successfully learnt the language and in the process became a blacksmith. This peaceful life I now live is far different from the political and militaristic life I lived in the past. Using the knowledge in my past life I had become a favorite amongst the people. I had helped Uncle Vincent, the war veteran that I had fought beside, drill the militia teaching a few things from my previous life.


    “Constantine!” I heard a shout calling my name. A woman''s voice, that was, filled the air. I turned around to see a woman, named Evelyn, with brunette hair and hazel eyes running towards me. “Constantine! Where have you been?” That honeyed voice of hers is a pleasure to hear. I answer with “I’ve been with Uncle Vincent”. And she shoots “Drilling again? Why do I feel like you want to be a soldier when you grow up?” Her honeyed smile blinds me, which prompts me to smile back. “Yes I was, how is your brother?” I ask her. “He’s alright just bruised from the blunt arrow during the drill.” She says anxiously.


    During one of the drills, Chris, her brother, bruised himself after going one on one with a local bully. I accompany her to their house, entering right after her. I’m immediately greeted with a struggling Chris and a mad mother. “Good Evening Auntie Isabella” I say garnering both of their attentions, in which I’m immediately hugged by their mother. “Constantine! What brings you over today?” She says as she wraps her arms around me tightly. “I was here to check up on Chris and see what he was up to.” I reply and kinda get squeezed to death. She lets go and puts a hand on her cheek “That reckless brat was trying to go and drill again.” She places her hand on her forehead “What am I supposed to do with him.” I turn towards him. “It’s normal for kids his age to be adventurous.” I replied. “Constantine, you sound like an old man!” Evelyn shouts and I quickly realize what she means. “Yeah you do!” Chris adds in. “I don’t know what you two mean.” I say feigning ignorance.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    I spent two hours hanging out at their home. After hanging out I head out to my home outside the town''s walls. I take a 20 minute trek just to get to my small cabin. I enter my home and go to sleep, nothing special.


    Three days later I found myself in the drill yard training the militia along with Uncle Vincent. The formations I had taught them a formation unique to the Roman army. This formation consisted of 8 ranks deep with the 2 ranks at the centre being archers. This formation was used extensively by Basil the Bulgar Slayer. Seeing a column being trained by me gave me pride as a General. Only 250 men, it was a modest start in this world. Not only training them, I also had them armed in the Roman formation. The spearman armed with a Lamellar cuirass and either a Phrygian helmet or a Roman Kettle helmet. With them armed in the Roman fashion I feel at home. With them improving by the day I feel that we are ready to take on the long awaited plans.


    “Uncle Vincent… It’s time we put them to the grave” I say with confidence, clad in the armour I came here with. “Is it truly time? How many do we have? 200 here and combined with the other towns 3,000 at most?” He says in a tired and hoarse voice. I nod at him but tell him “You guys have been raided for how long? 2 centuries? Uncle Vincent, it’s time we put them down. Or at least show that we are willing to fight!” I rant “Ever since the Valyrian Freehold fell we have been at the hands of the Dothraki and your people have been raided countless times! It’s time for you to put an end to it.” I say brimming with confidence. “Are you confident in winning?” He asked me and I was quick to reply “We will win.”


    After a long moment of silence he hands me command of the militia and the militias of the towns around us. After this I quickly gave the order to assemble the army. The very next day all of the volunteers formed up in front of the town. “Gentleman, today is the beginning of an era of peace in your lands!” I yell mounted on my horse. I then give a quick speech on how our names will be in the annals of history as the conquerors of the Dothraki Sea.