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Chronicles of the second Empire

A reborning Roman Empire TL

Prologue


The rain fallen without stop over Toledo, the capital of the Visigoth Kingdom. However, the violence of the storm didn't manage to cease yet the various fires which devastated the entire city.​

And despite the numerous fights between enemy soldiers in the streets and in the houses, many eyes looked over a tower of the palace-fortress the Visigoth kings used as their residence and court.​

Two men, the swords in hand, were fighting a decisive fight for the future of an Empire. One of the contendants, a young black-haired man with two grey-silver eyes of the colour of the Moon, was bleeding on the face; just few moments ago he just received a wound from his left cheek until the upper part of his neck. He was lucky the wound wasn't mortal, he retreat just in time even if his opponent slighty hit him with a fendant.​

The wounded looked around himself. In a corner of the tower, two women assisted to the fight; the more oldest of them, adorned with silk clothes and heavy jewels, looked to him with anger and holded in hostage the second woman, a beautiful young lady with a sad but noble expression, threating her with a dagger.​

More distant, other four people looked to the scene: a Benedectine monk, a giant Saxon warrior, an arabian-dressed semitic man, and an oriental young women. They couldn't intervene to help the wounded, because the scaffolding which connected the tower to the palace (the complex was under reconstruction) previously fallen before their arrival, so isolating the first building. However, even if they managed to reach the tower, they couldn't do nothing.​

The wounded then looked to his opponent, a red-hair man, a bit older and taller than him, with two crimson eyes of the colour of Mars and dressed like him, with a similar late Roman armour and a purple mantle on the shoulders; only notable difference, the wounded had on his head an iron diadem with no jewels or other features, except for some red veinatures of the colour of blood. The red-haired man made a vengeaful grim on his face, but even under the heavy rain the wounded saw he was crying.​

Suddenly the wounded looked into the dark cloud-covered sky. He remember what day it was. He said in a loud voice: "So, this is the path you wanted me to cover until the end, Holy Mother of God? You really wanted this for the Empire, Mary?"​

Then, he understood: "This is the path we all of them choice deliberately and in freedom, i can't blame no one for this, neither him. So, whenever it will end, i will finish this path today. For God and the Empire!"​

The wounded then started to run versus the red-hair man...​
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