The Empire’s Darkest Hour
Some say that nothing good has ever come from the Seiani. I’d rather think the opposite but perhaps I’m biased by kin. All I know is that ever since the catastrophic downfall of my great-grand ancestor Lucius Aelius the Seiani have been working in the shadows in an attempt to gather the necessary strength to bring the decaying empire back on its feet.
Was it my ancestor’s fault that Rome began slowly disintegrating a few years prior? I think not. But still, the blame passed on. Every usurper, every rebel, every rascal, heirs of Seianus all of them, the one who began it all. Or so it appeared. Now that time seems to have stopped in its tracks and all of the past events don’t seem to matter to a present that doesn't make any sense, the duty of the ones stronger than me, whom also bear the Seiani “yoke” as a sign of past actions and are looked upon with suspicion, is to serve and protect The Child. Such is the way in which Repentance shall be acquired.
We all know who The Child is: The one that sustains the name of legend, the one chosen by his father’s armies, the one whose young shoulders carry more than a thousand years worth of history and prestige that shall not meet its end yet. That Child is Romulus Augustulus; and this is the Empire’s Darkest Hour.
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