All good stories start with some sort of action, right? Well mine is no exception! I became known as the Queen of Britain, but how did it all happen? Let’s start with the beginning of an end. I had a wonderful husband that I adored. He was King Prasutagus. When he died he left the lands to our daughters, Camorra and Tasca, as well as the emperor Nero. This is where things went awry. The Romans paid no attention or care to my husband’s will and took the land, all of it! I had to do something, how could I let my daughters be without? The Romans did not just take the lands. They tore me down in every way. They ripped my daughters form me, raped them, beat them, and who knows what else. Taking my children from me was the worse feeling that I could have felt. The Roman solders grabbed me tied me up. I fought back as fierce as I could, biting, kicking, and yelling anything that I could to get them off of me. They may have won that fight, but they won’t win the war to come. They had me bound and on my face lying flat. I will never forget what happened next, the scars will never leave my back. With a crack of the whip I was flogged. With every strike, I vowed to kill as many Romans as possible. I was not going to let this slide. I found …show more content…
I wasn’t sure that I was going to make this happen, what if I was leading all of these people to their deaths for nothing. I kept hearing of omens that were both good and bad but is pushed it all aside and kept on. I knew in my gut, deep down, that we would prevail. Upon arriving, we slaughtered thousands of Romans, set fire to their precious temple of Claudious killing all who were in it. I was not satisfied there were many more to kill, I was not done! Although, there was a sense of accomplishment when I finished in Camulodunum. I had my own fire light, I was a warrior and now understood how it felt when my husband won at war. We had to keep going, we needed another plan of