The Passage of Time

A Roman washed ashore last week, during a terrible storm. Our scouts found him carrying coins stamped in the image of an Emperor Trajan. Then the usurper Octavian must be long dead. Has it been so many years? The days slip into decades, like droplets of water vanishing into the sea. Charmion tries to soothe my mind, but tonight, the home that we left behind dominates my thoughts.