Post by primeminister on Dec 20, 2015 23:27:10 GMT
15,March,44 BCE
Gaius Julius Caesar, walked slowly across the floor of the Roman Senate, one arm lifted slightly, leaning just towards his chest, to keep the long flowing red, white, and purple toga from toppling off. In his life he mad risen from a minor noble among Rome's great families. But now, he stood as master of the world. He had taken Gaul. He had invaded Britannia. He had crossed the Rubicon, chased the General Pompeii, ended the Civil War, held the Pharaoh Cleopatra as his lover, and now sat at the centre of Rome and it's empire.
A small smile, one that in almost no way reached the features of his face. Very few men, with the exception of perhaps Marcus Antonius, would have noticed the change in anyway. But Marcus was not here, Julius noted to himself that he would soon have to meet with his friend again. They had not been able to hold Britannia, that would have to change. The islands were worth the conquest, and he was beginning to greatly miss the feeling of battle. Politics, "war by other means" as some called it, held some but not all of the joy and glory of war itself.
Lucius Tillius Cimber approached the great general, along with other members of the Senate, coming to offer their support for whatever it was he was about to plead for. Dutifully Caesar granted the lesser man his attentions. "Consul, I wish to ask again that you pardon my brother for..." Caesar simply waved his hand turning his attentions from the man before him.
When Servilius Casca grabbed Caesar by his shoulder, pulling him low almost in a bow. "Why is this violence?" Caesar spat. Servilius Casca then produced a dagger, lunging it towards the great General's throat. He rolled the blade missing but by hardly and distance at all. Caesar caught the other man's arm shouting "Casca, you villian, why are you doing this?" He looked around, feeling fear for this first time that he could remember. Casca shouted something, it was in Greek, but the fear running through Caesar's mind made the words a simple grable in his ears. The men surrounding him, friends, colleagues, men closer than brothers. They stabbed at him with their daggers, cutting at his flesh.
It was all, so quick, but not a man knew how important this moment was. The first wound lunged into the body of the General.
Else where, in south east Africa, lights consumed the land, bending space and time bringing into the world something new. And Empire, of an African King millennia from the future.
Another dagger, and another, tearing into him.
Far to the east, the same lights covered the islands of Japan. They left behind them a unified nation, under one of the greatest leaders of history.
Caesar pushed forward. Blinded by blood and pain, but again the daggers found him.
In a land, on the west coast of a continent no one in Rome knew existed, the lights brought forward an Empire that could rival Rome itself. Spanning mountains, valleys, rivers, cliffs, and coast. And Empire of Gold, and the Sun.
Dizzy from the loss of blood. Caesar slowed. Stumbling. Before him he saw a man. His heart plummeted, the world was still and cold. All things came into focus. "And you, my child?" He spoke softly through bloodied words.
West, across the sea, on the lights brought into life colonies, fresh from war. An empire forged from ancient hatreds, now at peace, under a single flag, for less than a year.
Marcus Junius Brutus stabbed Caesar in his chest. As the General fell to the floor the conspirators descended upon him. Again, and again, their daggers met flesh.
As the final breath left the body of one of the greatest men in all history. The final lights covered the south of the province of Iberia. A kingdom of Faith, and Lights, founded by exiles, turning back barbarians.
No one knew. Nor could any have ever known. Along with the death Julius Caesar, the order of the world had died. New unstoppable forces, would let lose upon the world.
And no men in togas, with daggers, could hope to stop it.
Gaius Julius Caesar, walked slowly across the floor of the Roman Senate, one arm lifted slightly, leaning just towards his chest, to keep the long flowing red, white, and purple toga from toppling off. In his life he mad risen from a minor noble among Rome's great families. But now, he stood as master of the world. He had taken Gaul. He had invaded Britannia. He had crossed the Rubicon, chased the General Pompeii, ended the Civil War, held the Pharaoh Cleopatra as his lover, and now sat at the centre of Rome and it's empire.
A small smile, one that in almost no way reached the features of his face. Very few men, with the exception of perhaps Marcus Antonius, would have noticed the change in anyway. But Marcus was not here, Julius noted to himself that he would soon have to meet with his friend again. They had not been able to hold Britannia, that would have to change. The islands were worth the conquest, and he was beginning to greatly miss the feeling of battle. Politics, "war by other means" as some called it, held some but not all of the joy and glory of war itself.
Lucius Tillius Cimber approached the great general, along with other members of the Senate, coming to offer their support for whatever it was he was about to plead for. Dutifully Caesar granted the lesser man his attentions. "Consul, I wish to ask again that you pardon my brother for..." Caesar simply waved his hand turning his attentions from the man before him.
When Servilius Casca grabbed Caesar by his shoulder, pulling him low almost in a bow. "Why is this violence?" Caesar spat. Servilius Casca then produced a dagger, lunging it towards the great General's throat. He rolled the blade missing but by hardly and distance at all. Caesar caught the other man's arm shouting "Casca, you villian, why are you doing this?" He looked around, feeling fear for this first time that he could remember. Casca shouted something, it was in Greek, but the fear running through Caesar's mind made the words a simple grable in his ears. The men surrounding him, friends, colleagues, men closer than brothers. They stabbed at him with their daggers, cutting at his flesh.
It was all, so quick, but not a man knew how important this moment was. The first wound lunged into the body of the General.
Else where, in south east Africa, lights consumed the land, bending space and time bringing into the world something new. And Empire, of an African King millennia from the future.
Another dagger, and another, tearing into him.
Far to the east, the same lights covered the islands of Japan. They left behind them a unified nation, under one of the greatest leaders of history.
Caesar pushed forward. Blinded by blood and pain, but again the daggers found him.
In a land, on the west coast of a continent no one in Rome knew existed, the lights brought forward an Empire that could rival Rome itself. Spanning mountains, valleys, rivers, cliffs, and coast. And Empire of Gold, and the Sun.
Dizzy from the loss of blood. Caesar slowed. Stumbling. Before him he saw a man. His heart plummeted, the world was still and cold. All things came into focus. "And you, my child?" He spoke softly through bloodied words.
West, across the sea, on the lights brought into life colonies, fresh from war. An empire forged from ancient hatreds, now at peace, under a single flag, for less than a year.
Marcus Junius Brutus stabbed Caesar in his chest. As the General fell to the floor the conspirators descended upon him. Again, and again, their daggers met flesh.
As the final breath left the body of one of the greatest men in all history. The final lights covered the south of the province of Iberia. A kingdom of Faith, and Lights, founded by exiles, turning back barbarians.
No one knew. Nor could any have ever known. Along with the death Julius Caesar, the order of the world had died. New unstoppable forces, would let lose upon the world.
And no men in togas, with daggers, could hope to stop it.
