روايات وقصص ضمن Audentes Fortuna Iuvat

They looked as if they were in a trance whilst enchanting and hailing in unison: “....nam alterius tenebrae lux alterius est... hic in unitate stamus, una pugnamus. Non est enim virtus unius quoquam fortior. Iuncta Geminorum vis ... luce clarior tenebris, Et nox luce magis. Vna vox unitatis, fortior quam praeterito, praesenti et futuro, potior die ac nocte. Nulla vis fortior quam coniunctio defensoris potuit…”

"Fortuna has granted you chance, justice, and fate. When the time is right, you will find him. I can feel the love you have for your deceased mate and the sadness around you. Trust me when I tell you the moon goddess will take care of him and he will find eternal peace in the afterlife. Your heart and mind are in a dark place. The only thing I can offer is to take your pain away.” Take my pain away? “What do you mean 'take my pain away?'” “Your heart will heal in time, but you will survive the loss. This is your gift of chance.” She said, rising from her chair again. “Your gift of fate is to find another worthy of your love, and you have already been granted the gift of justice, from the day

I think it was Sarcis solemniis, and they went like: Sarcis solemniis iuncta sint gaudia, et ex praecordiis sonent praerconia; recedant vetera, nova sint omnia, corda, voces, et opera. Latin, it was. I think it could be translated into something like: At this our solemn feast let holy joys abound, and for the inmost breast let songs of praise resound; let ancient rites depart, and all be new around, in every act, voice, and heart.

It was a popular song by Lewis Capaldi entitled FOREVER " Caught me off guard, I wish that I'd been sober, Still, here we are, back in Hanover 99 Just like old times all over, Under the exit lights as beautiful as ever, I wish that I dress up a little better, No regrets are what we said, We can't go back again Darling, Nobody said that it would last forever, That doesn't mean we didn't try to get there, I never said that we would die together, That doesn't mean it was a lie, remember?

“Praeter animos invocabo. Salva me excitare, qui ad puerum suum coram sublatus est. Auxilium adducere mihi ad vitam cito rapta. Conserva cor meum et animam eius de pura. Et liberabis animam eius a repercussione domum concedere diligentibus se. 'Offero meae ubicumque et quacumque. Da et accipe puerum rursus ad fidem meam. Spiritibus ego envoke te Jenna genua mea voluptatis tuae studiosissimus ante ad te servus. Obsecro vos: date mihi pueri.” I feel the ground beneath me rumble. I fight the urge to smile and continue pushing my hands back and forth through the dirt, switching the language to English and repeating the chant.

’ I repeated the message as we were being hauled back to our cells. I don’t know what the green power was, but I knew every word the witch said to Tiberius. She was casting a spell of some kind. Somnus. Tantum evigila mandato meo. Servite et vivite. Deficio, et morior. Sleep. Awake only by my command. Serve and live. Fail and die.

There was a deep look of concentration on her face and a lot of confusion in her emotions. “Custodes vis immobilis est contra malum intentum. Munus gratis excipitur et honorifice amplectitur.” Daph’s voice was steady and deep as the words rolled effortlessly off of her tongue as if it was a language that she spoke often. I had no idea where she even learned how to speak Latin.

Their time together lessened, but their bond only deepened. They cherished what they had, every second of it, as though fate might snatch it away again. --- One evening, while organizing books in the library, Arthur found an old copy of Augustine’s Confessions. The book was worn and dusty, but as he flipped through it, a torn paper slipped out. It was a prayer scribbled in delicate handwriting: “Lord, if ever I am found worthy of joy again, let it be a joy I can share, not hoard. Let my love be pure, not penance.”

Or I'd fuck up the translation trying to transcribe it from the library's antiquated computer system. Screw it. I pull the book closer to me, squinting in the candlelight that shifted to a soft glow. "Hac aequinoctii nocte, per temporem et spatium invoco, ut amorem meum restituatur. In nomine amoris et fervoris, meum perditum amorem invoco, ut ad me redeat."

Then on the left side was a dazzling beautiful young maiden, still in her early-twenties with an angelic face and a figure that'll make any preacher drop the bible and follow his instinct. “Today, we're celebrating an additional member to the Aurelius family.” he then raised his golden goblet in a toast “To my son Maximus” When Caesar Marcus Augustus Aurelius said that, everyone else raised their silver goblets and said in unison “To Prince Maximus”. I knew I'm supposed to say couple words of inspiration but I also knew I had to choose my words carefully.