The Unusuals: Rise of The Rebellion: The Unusuals, #1

By Red Ink Publications

The course of three lives is about to change forever by the events of one unusual journey. When war irrupts in Greece, a declaration made by Egypt calls three of the fiercest warriors to the battlefield. Little do they know that three of the world's most powerful witches wage a different war with mankind and it's coming for them all.
Kallias, A Roman soldier who fights for freedom and the success of Greece meets Acaleus, a born and bred spartan warrior who defends his home at all costs. Together, they form an alliance with Draco, the Prince of Egypt to bring the Great War to an end. Meanwhile, witches on a mission to create a supernatural army meets their match. Who will win the ultimate war for the world? Find out in an Unusual story of Brotherhood, bloodshed and uncertainty.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Ink Publications
• Release date: Apr 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393986775

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

The Unusuals. Copyright 2016 by Omega. All Rights Reserved (2021)

Copyright by Omega and Red Ink Publications

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Dedicated to Niara . Without you, this book would be nothing. This piece is a partial reflection of your image. Thank you for being just as Unusual as I am.

Chapter 1: Kallias

The final fleet, proudly adorned with gold and red flags, docked at the waterfront. They were filled from deck to keel with our most appraised soldiers. We had traveled for one-hundred and forty-eight hours from Rome until we docked in the center of Greece, Athens. My father, the Polemarch for king Antiochus II Theos, had not yet informed me of the meaning behind our arrival. I knew of the Great War that had been declared by Egypt unto Greece, but we Romans had no business there. 

I approached my father’s second-in-command-officer, Felix, for his whereabouts. He was guarding the entrance of the entire base, just ahead of all of our tents and weaponry. 

Felix, where would one find the Polemarch? I questioned, his eyes fixed on the same entrance.

He had curls for a mane. They were kept from his brown eyes by a gold and gem encrusted band, given to him by my father for his service.

That depends on the clearance of whom is asking. 

Oh, I believe he has enough clearance to replace you. We bickered with the stern tonality of people who served this king and the one before him.

Yet just as quickly we bucked smiles like children.

Rome would truly see its end in the hands of you Kallias. He said with another laugh behind him. You would find him with the King in the northern base. He informed me.

My eagerness evident, given I had already begun walking on before he could finish.

Oh, and you are most welcome. He rang at my retreat. 

I allotted this time to observe Athens seeing as I had never laid eyes upon it before. I gazed upon the tall temples and the view of the Parthenon. The tents before me had been arranged on vacated land organized along the sand while the earth surrounding it was rigged and dry.  The trees though, they grew high and wide for refreshing shade, much more than the ones back home in Rome. I took advantage of them, trekking beneath until I reached my father's tent. I noticed his and the kings guard aligned outside of it, perfect spines, and sharp gazes to match. The decorations they wore almost equated to the amount of amor that clung onto their flesh. 

Upon approaching the entrance I stated, I am here to speak with my fath—

As you were, The Polemarch cut me off as he pulled the opening wide enough so to allow me entry.

There stood the king of Rome and a few members of The Legion and Praetorian Guard. I showed my respects in order of rank, beginning in my bow for the king and following with a salute for my father. The king was dressed in a crisp white toga adorned with a gold belt and a crown of the same shade. My father wore a similar tunic to those of The Legion, though The Legion wore the flag of Rome against theirs. They all sat around one another, forming a ring. This was a particularly important meeting.

I hope I am not interrupting. I smiled, taking the hands of the fellow servicemen present, shaking them in greetings. Though I do wish to speak with the Polemarch. 

Whatever the matter is, you may discuss it freely. The king assured.

It was of no assurance to me however. I kept a smile at bay nonetheless, bowing my head in compliance. 

I was simply curious of our being here. In no way am I presuming to know more than the king or his warlord, but I still wonder. Why put some of our best officers and soldiers in the midst of a warzone purposefully?

You bred a noble man, Polemarch. He knows better than to think he is wiser than his King. His highness spoke again. 

In an act of desperation I looked to my father who took to his seat.

If you will one day wear my shoes, you must know the decisions being made in them. He insisted I stand at the rings center, his hand ushering me towards it. The Greeks have come into possession of a great amount of amethyst, a substance Rome would be better with more of. But mining this possession has evoked a war retaliation out of Egypt being as it is the motherland of this extremely rare gem. He explained, yet the solution was no closer to me than it once was.

I am still not seeing the correlation, Polemarch. How does Greece and their findings align with us and our troops? Do they wish to divide their wealth for our efforts once the war is won?

We Romans know better than to divide any form of wealth, boy. We strategize on how to obtain the whole. In this case, we plan on collecting whatever is left of Greece once we have won the war for them. The findings from Egypt included. A senior Legion officer intervened, as the rest sat quietly.

Their intentions of colonizing Greece for their lack of military forces, but abundant resources were becoming prevalent. My brows crinkled in as much misunderstanding as it did in overstanding. 

I see. My response had a true double meaning.

I clearly saw the men in which I would lay down my life to serve. I saw their morals and their motivations, I saw how it did not correlate with mine. I locked eyes with my father once more, his naturally stern intact. He saw the inner conflict I was enduring and it was of no concern. No consequence, his intentions remained the same.

Chapter 2: Drako (Giza, Egypt) 

The pyramids of Giza stood before us on our stroll through the city. It would be my last time being here for quite some time. I roamed down the sandy pathways with my mother, Queen Sabra Aziza. 

She carried herself in such a way that all women within her realm felt the weight. Yet, at the same time it exuded off of her effortlessly. The top of her head reached my breast plate, a tiny but mighty queen. Her hair draped down her back, black as charcoal. It was adorned by a spiking, golden halo crown, one of her many. Her copper gown silhouetted her thin physique beautifully, it was accented with aqua blues and citrine yellows. Hand woven, naturally. She opposed to wearing her sandals on our walk, a preference I inherited. So, barefoot and together we walked through the city. No military forces following close by for safety, no diplomatic exchanges scheduled on my itinerary. Just my mother and me. This would also be the last time I did so in quite