Years passed, and M□rcus's d□ed□ became the stuff□□f □egend. His name wa□ spoken with reverence, h□s tales t□ld□and r□□old □o eager ears. Young w□rr□o□s asp□red to□be like□Marcus, to e□□ody th□□sam□□courage an□□hono□ that he ha□□displayed on the □att□efield.□Thou□h □□□□us had long □inc□ passe□ □nto the real□ □f myth □nd lege□d, his□□egacy li□□d on, a sh□ning b□acon of□hop□ and inspi□ati□n fo□□generations to □ome.