Day XXI of 43 AD

I was dying. Nobody cared. I needed to crawl home. I didn't make it. I sat on a rock thinking of things. Like killing myself. I felt so horrible, so lonely that I wished I could. I decided to try and make my way home again. I wasn't successful. I was bored and felt like sleeping. It was freezing cold outside and strangely I missed my hard camp bed. As I waited in the dark I wondered how I would get home. I closed my eyes and suddenly I found myself asleep. The next morning I woke up feeling much better. The pain had gone and I was fine, I can go back to battle. As I got there, there was nobody around. The only things I could see were a couple of men throwing all the dead soldiers into a pit. As I made my way back home I felt shivers down my spine. I got back home and I called for my parents. There was no answer. I called again. Still nothing. Then I saw a terrifying black figure. I knew exactly who they were. It was the executer. Lots people in the village had had their heads chopped off for not being able to pay the rent. Now my parents turn had come. And down came the axe . Tears rolled down my face as he chopped. I cannot write anymore.

Written By Ava and Ermir

Hi people this is the day of facts:

. The Roman king was called an emperor.

. The Romans brought peas to Britain.

. They also brought cats to Britain.

. The Romans came to Britain in 43 AD.