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“You haven't read Julius Caesar?” “No,” I admitted. “Mostly because I already know the entire story from history books and, for some reason, never got into it.” “Umm... it's not that great anyway,” He said moving aside. “I mean, compared to his other work, Julius Caesar is kind of plain, and I honestly liked Anthony and Cleopatra more, but you should give it a try. You may like it, who knows.” “I will,” I agreed and we turned into the entrance hall. The moment we walked in, Lucas caught my attention.

"And, Omar is taking me to America with him!" Omar paused in what he was doing and looked up at Julius, whom he frowned at. "Soon as you change your name, Pueba!" he spat as he continued with his paper arrangements. Julius' mood turned sour as he pouted like an over-indulged child. "That is the name I have chosen, Omar! Julius Caesar was betrayed by his friend!" "And so?!" Omar didn't stop what he was doing this time. "Look, this is not the place to discuss this. We'll talk more when we get home," he said dismissively as he straightened up. His smile returned when he faced Philip again.

I made my way back to the dining room. Brixtius was sitting in his place, and little Eurydice is running through the opposite doorway. She's starting to feel better from her injury because her energy is returning to full throttle. "Papa! Papa!" She shouts excitedly. "We read about Julius Caesar and Emperor Augustus!" "And what did you learn about these two men?" Brixtius quizzes. "Julius Caesar was beloved by the people and was murdered because of it. But if it weren't for Caesar, Emperor Augustus would never have existed," the girl recites. Damn! That was the most straightforward answer I've ever heard about those two men!

I teased, trying to sound reasonable. Julius glanced at the historical book he had brought from the bookstore before we came to the library. I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on the cover—a woman's back facing the viewer, surrounded by soldiers. I scanned the bookshelves, realizing that most of the books were fiction, possibly historical ones. He raised his eyes to meet mine, the smile still lingering on his face. "I'm curious, that's all. You've helped me greatly on behalf of my cousin, and maybe I can help you with whatever it is."

Lucian noticed her trembling hand. Without a word, he reached for it. She looked up. “You saw it too?” He nodded. “Yes.” “Who was she?” “I don’t know.” “But she wanted us to see her.” ⸻ Cassian slowly reopened the Book. Every page was blank. Not a single image remained. He turned another page. Nothing. Another. Still nothing. Aurelius frowned. “That’s impossible.” Cassian’s voice was barely above a whisper. “The Book has never hidden its memories.”

******************************** INDEX: villa urbana - A grand, luxurious country estate ientaculum - Breakfast or morning meal ligula - spoon culter - knife Vetera castrum - military camp in chapter 2 (little boots) fabulae - Mythical stories or legends, in this case, about the Roman gods Cicero and Caesar - Famous Roman statesmen and writers whose works and legacy would still have been widely studied and admired in ancient Rome historae - Historical accounts or stories gentes - Noble families or clans achromatopsia - A rare genetic disorder that affects Caligula's vision, causing him to see the world in shades of gray

Her hand slowly reached into her pocket, her fingers wrapping around the cold, leather-bound ledger. "He wants the book," Julia said. "And he wants me to come alone." "It's a trap, Julia," Luca said, stepping closer, his expression grim. "If you walk onto that pier alone, Cassio will kill you, take the ledger, and keep the boy anyway. He has no reason to keep his word." "I know," Julia said, her voice steadying as a cold, ruthless plan began to take shape in her mind. She looked at the book in her hand, then up at Luca.

We hear Caesar quietly exit. “It’s me boy!” Julius yells from outside nervously. Caesar growls a warning. “This is Ben, he’s with me.” Caesar isn’t stupid and he’s a loyal mommas boy. He howls to me asking what I want him to do. I yell through the window. “Caesar, we have not invited them over. I do not wish for you to hurt them but give them a warning that they are not welcome.” I command “What!?” Julius says and then Caesar drags him from his pant leg across the yard then makes his way to Ben and does the same. They are screaming.

I thought it'll be the last chapter but Bruh! It's longer than I thought ! Here's the chapter! Next one will be soon if I get votes. When King Cassius arrived in Frosinone after defeating Naples, he was pleasantly shocked. It was army of Florence, his dear son in law. He smirked thinking about poor Augustus as soldiers were laying dead smudged in red liquid. ' Did any one of the small neighborhouring state killed half of his army? '

- I can't believe Julius Caesar did this to his own priestess," Augustus knelt down beside Soraia who was already standing there as horrified as he was. - I was more than a priestess, but that didn't matter. Now listen to me," he asked, and they nodded. - Soraia, take the book," he said as he pointed his scrawny, trembling hand to the book that was still on the floor, and Soraia did so, "this book is the oldest of all. In it are all the ancient weapons that can assassinate any creature of darkness," those present widened their eyes. Creature killers? - wondered Sheila, who was also there. After all, she was 'experienced' not to say old and hadn't heard such things in a long time.