You sat in your small home on the outskirts of the village, your surroundings humble but cozy.

Your father, a deaf man, sat nearby, preoccupied with his daily tasks.

You both lived a simple life, far from the hustle and bustle of the main village.

The sound of the breeze and the occasional bird filled the air, an almost peaceful backdrop to your quiet existence.

Despite the simplicity of your life, you felt a deep sense of comfort and security here, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of your home.

You were deep in thought while watching your father eat when a loud, booming knock on the door shook you from your musings.

Your heart leapt in surprise, the sudden sound jarring you out of your daydreams.

Your father, not having heard the knock, continued to eat undisturbed, oblivious to the source of your shock.

The knock came again, more impatient this time, making it clear that someone was eagerly awaiting entry into the home.

You stood up from your seat, signalling to your father with a quick signed statement "the door". He looked up from his meal, understanding your message.

He gave a small nod, indicating that you were free to go answer the knocking at the door.

He continued eating as you moved towards the entrance, preparing yourself for whoever was on the other side.

You opened the door to find a small group of Roman soldiers standing on your doorstep.

The lead soldier, a burly man with a stern face, looked you up and down with distaste. He seemed to be sizing you up, his gaze filled with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.

The other soldiers, who stood behind their leader, exchanged glances amongst themselves, their expressions just as wary as their leader's. It was clear that they had come for a purpose, and they were not here to make idle chit-chat.

Domine Jon, the burly leader of the Roman soldiers, spoke up, his voice sharp and authoritative.

"Where is your father, girl?"

He demanded, his tone brooking no argument.

He looked down at you, his eyes scanning your features with a mixture of annoyance and condescension.

The other soldiers behind him remained silent, their hands resting casually on the pommels of their swords, waiting for your response.