The Sistine Chapel was ready for me. The audience awaited my entrance. I checked my violin, my beloved friend, and adjusted the chords and the tunes to get it perfect. This night needed to be perfect. I have spent much of my time, much of my effort, for this moment. I have trained with greatRead more
Imperial candidate Dlucanen, more commonly known as Gaius Dulucanus Aquilon by the Roman people and Senators, peaked through the red satin curtains towards the amphitheatre. Already, people were taking their seats, togas of various colours mingling with others as people bustled by, their cornucopias filled with enough splendours to satisfy a belly for the night.Read more
Every noon, they come. Every day, they appear on the spot where they died. For one second, the townsfolk could see the people they murdered, staring at their own graves. The next second, they were gone. The townsfolk murmur and whisper to each other about the events. Some say that the ghosts of the blindRead more