Post by Lord Vader on Mar 16, 2007 15:21:25 GMT -5
Rome, 3:57 AM
Darkness rested over Vatican City as the Moon sat high in the sky. The city of Rome and the Vatican rested easily, the millions of Romans sleeping peacefully in their homes. Their nights were restfilled and deep, as the silently slept without fear of what lurked in the dark corners of the world.
One Roman, however, did not sleep soundly. A tremor ran through his peaceful dreams of home and childhood, causing him to bolt upright in his bed. Droplets of sweat sat on his furrowed brow, a hand raising from his side to brush them aside. Glancing to a window, the man saw that it was still night out. Far above the Eternal City, stars twinkled and glimmered. The man smiled and rose out of his bed.
His birth name was Giovanni Guido Margiotta, or merely Giovanni Margiotta. He was called now, however, by the name Augustus. He was the Pope of the Roman Catholic Church, the Bishop of Rome, the Supreme Pontiff. Augustus walked to a small balcony, stepping outside. Dressed in a long night shirt with a pair of soft cotton pants. A pair of slippers rested on his feet as he stepped on to the balcony, feeling a soft breeze run through his hair.
The world as seen by Augustus' eyes was beautiful and at peace. Goodness rested over the land and he had no doubt in the strength of the people's faith. However, there was a hidden evil at work here. His peaceful dream of his childhood was destroyed by a hideous army of man and beast. It seemed so real, so close to reality that it threw Augustus out of his usually deep slumber.
Bowing his head, Pope Augustus blessed himself with the sign of the cross and offered a prayer to God. He remained outside for another fifteen minutes before heading back in and going to back to bed. His sleep was not the same however. It was light and uneasy, as if he anticipated to wake up to the sounds of his dream come reality. However, when Augustus awoke in the morning he saw that was not the case. He praised God again as he rose from bed and underwent his usual morning routine.
Darkness rested over Vatican City as the Moon sat high in the sky. The city of Rome and the Vatican rested easily, the millions of Romans sleeping peacefully in their homes. Their nights were restfilled and deep, as the silently slept without fear of what lurked in the dark corners of the world.
One Roman, however, did not sleep soundly. A tremor ran through his peaceful dreams of home and childhood, causing him to bolt upright in his bed. Droplets of sweat sat on his furrowed brow, a hand raising from his side to brush them aside. Glancing to a window, the man saw that it was still night out. Far above the Eternal City, stars twinkled and glimmered. The man smiled and rose out of his bed.
His birth name was Giovanni Guido Margiotta, or merely Giovanni Margiotta. He was called now, however, by the name Augustus. He was the Pope of the Roman Catholic Church, the Bishop of Rome, the Supreme Pontiff. Augustus walked to a small balcony, stepping outside. Dressed in a long night shirt with a pair of soft cotton pants. A pair of slippers rested on his feet as he stepped on to the balcony, feeling a soft breeze run through his hair.
The world as seen by Augustus' eyes was beautiful and at peace. Goodness rested over the land and he had no doubt in the strength of the people's faith. However, there was a hidden evil at work here. His peaceful dream of his childhood was destroyed by a hideous army of man and beast. It seemed so real, so close to reality that it threw Augustus out of his usually deep slumber.
Bowing his head, Pope Augustus blessed himself with the sign of the cross and offered a prayer to God. He remained outside for another fifteen minutes before heading back in and going to back to bed. His sleep was not the same however. It was light and uneasy, as if he anticipated to wake up to the sounds of his dream come reality. However, when Augustus awoke in the morning he saw that was not the case. He praised God again as he rose from bed and underwent his usual morning routine.