Part 17 - Deacon

I knew it was her. I knew it when I met her, in 54 BC. The rest of the soldiers I was in charge of were coming back to Greece after another battle. I saw her walking across a cobblestone road with a rather large brown vase in her hands. It was like her heart had beckoned to me and I answered its call. I fell to my knees in front of her, ready to give her my world and everything I had.

To my dismay, the look on her face was of one of pure annoyance. She called me every name under the sun and basically told me I was being an idiot for falling to my knees. Then immediately told me to meet her at the fountain in one of the town squares in the dead of night. When I met her there under the bright moonlight her eyes glowed from the light shining down on her. Her hair long and clightly curly and it hung to the side. Her white gown draping over her body just perfectly.

We spoke all night about what we were. To find out Agapitos was extremely rare and sometimes our Agapitos was not an immort