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It is a rare stormy day in the rich metropolis of east olia, well maybe not rare but in the summers, especially when it’s in the hands of solius, being the bigger star of the 2 siblings, his sister cantic taking care of the world when people and beasts needs to draw in cooler times,
but now like said, it’s in the hands of solius, summer times, full of heat especially in olia, especially in east olia, while rich in its monuments, couture and land, the summer is unforgivable, not dry nor humid but a miserable mixture of both, the only souls who enjoy this time are the ones who work the soil, farmers who plant and grow crops to feed or trade, summer was the optimal time to do so, but even then while all who are thankful, they still grumble under there breath, but they all make sure to keep quiet, the sun watches all in the day,
But it might not always be the sun who watches, comparable to a god, most fear the emperor more, in east olia, after the empress, Afrora, passing nearly a century ago, dear emperor Thenisis had darken, he didn’t grow mad or sad but unforgiving, critical and sharp in his words, while the years had passed and he’d grown less harsh to anyone who looked him in the eye, you can see the age in his eyes, how rarely even the sun can make it glint, yet he watches every man’s step, every woman’s breath and every child’s cry’s, he hears and sees all, while some say it’s him, still kind and empathetic, fearful and wishing to keep his own pain known to him, so no other family would suffer as he, others say the emperor is stalking and waiting to find the reincarnation of the assassin that had taken his wife away and sent his son to only dare walk in the walls of the palace, so once the emperor finds them, and takes there life, over and over, so no generation of the killer would grow happy over the spiral that takes inside his head,
so that no generation of the killer would snicker at how his son hides in his room, in the walls fearful of others, untrusting of any other souls the dear prince will meet, oh how thenisis missed him so, the boy who skipped into the bedroom, unburdened of his role yet, only to shake he and his mother awake to play and explore the world the dear prince had been born to…
yet not the dear prince Gabriel, well not a single soul had seen him, not sense years ago, when he and his mother were walking threw the center city of east olia, hand in hand as mother and son,
years it had been sense the prince was seen, not even a glimpse from a window, not that anyone dared to, but my point stands
while not missing, Gabriel stands in silent, isolation, of the world, like said, in the palace walls, where more men now stand guard at the gates, at every door, at every opening one might be able to slip threw, some even whisper about how the dear emperor had built secret passages for Gabriel, ones only he, Gabriel, and the builders know how to find, some even whisper about some being under there feet, openings to anywhere, yet that had seemed much to.. much,
but word still whispers and people still talk
Even in time of age,
but now, let’s all go back to the start, yah? It was a stormy day, like said rare in the summer time in olia, but nice non the less, even for those walking bare in the streets, the sun has turned for a moment for a moment for the clouds to cool the land,
where a man once sat, drenched and being dragged out of an alleyway by a soldier
pursicus is his name, a criminal but not by blood, just he was a boy who was grown in the worsen ends of the rich city, a boy who grew up as a fighter, but he, now, is known by many more names, when dragged to face the emperor, he saw something in the man, in pursicus, so no, he was not firstly sent to death or imprisonment.. but was given and offer, he could keep fighting, in the coliseum, to fight in games of higher stakes or sent to be other killed slowly on a cold floor in a cell,
in that moment, pursicus chose life in the coliseum, in his mind death in a fight was at least seen as something worth his life rather than being forgotten in a cell, to rot
So In forth of that moment, he grew many names, many indeed,
but most were lost to time and games, with every win and body that stacked behind him, he showed his worth,
that he did
and people grew to yell and cheer his name with every time pursicus became drenched in another’s blood
Would it be wrong to say even he himself started to enjoy it?
when it stoped being a I have to do this or else, and just begun to be a high he took in every week’s end
Would it truly be wrong to say so?