All I heard was screams. They thundered throughout the arena. Crying out for help, mercy, salvation, anything… they would find nothing. My legions had barred the exits after herding the population here. From serf, thief, baker, beggar, to members of the imperial peerage, all we forced here. The only exception, the remaining town militia, and guards who fought with my regular legionaries to hold back the tide of endless beasts and shortsighted, greedy traitors. The great many atrocities that have occurred these past years on those walls, would be considered a mercy if they knew what their families, and fellow country men were going through right now. A mercy indeed of the highest order. This was a necessity though. For the survival of humanity, and more importantly the survival of my dynasty. But then again a world not ruled by my family was no world to live in, and if this goes well, it will be a world that none could live in... All I could do was prepare, and hope we could finish what we had started. May the ancestors bless me, and the Gods and Savages fear me. For I am the last mortal Emperor, 118th of my name, Lord of the Great continents of Lentanian, and Mivina, Patriarch of the great Dynasty Napocean, Master of all, and High Imperial Pharaoh of the one Master Church. I am Emperor Trajen the Catalyst, and I shall bring about the great rebirth! - 7743 AFE(After the founding of the Empire), Near the ending of the Era of Slaughter…
Chapter 1(Intro) Year 341 of the Era of Rebirth
The rough oak of my instructor crashing into my head shatters my distracted thoughts. I had stayed idle for too long , distracted by my thoughts of last night's reading by my lore tutor Master Belentini. My head slams back, and I almost lose my balance, as the blow destroys all though except pain. Luckily I have been taught by another tutor Master Franicit who has been in charge of teaching me decorum, posture, and generally how to act befitting of my lineage my whole life. Master Franicit has been with me my whole life since birth, and rarely leaves me alone. He is ever watchful from sleep, to training, studying, social gatherings, and even in the bathroom. It is expected that I maintain proper etiquette at all times. None must see weakness, fear, sorrow, anger, or joy from me besides my most trusted followers. It could be used against me. To express emotions in public, would be akin to giving the key to a decoded message. Enemies will begin to understand you, and once they understand you they are that much closer to defeating you. One of the greatest strengths in unpredictability. I have been beaten mercilessly in bed with that same loathsome wooden stick for sleeping wrong, or snoring. Even worse at parties for failing to remain aloof and distant from the other boys at social gatherings. Though never until after as to not leave marks, and bring social shame. The worst punishments were not in the form of being though. It was poison. The Master of potions and poisons would on the orders of Master Franicit create the most nasty of mixture that would be added to my meals in some form. It was torture, of the highest form. I would feel as though my insides were melting, or I was suffocating, or any other range of terrible things though those two were his favorites, and still be expected to carry on with my normal duties and responsibilities. If I complained, or failed one of my other duties because of it, the punishment only got extended. I shudder to think about it… Bam! Master Franicit’s stick thundered against my ear, making my vision go white again. This is the second time I have had to remind you my Imperator. Do not make it a third... He let the silence speak for itself on what would happen next should I fail to heed his warning. I shuddered. I turned my focus outward and corrected my posture which was slightly off in the chair and removed the stupefied look on my face I had while I was thinking. My eyes scanning the room I quickly come across what I was supposed to be doing. In front of me sat an Archmagister of our order. An old one at that. These men were all 1000 plus years old and hold astonishing power. Each was rumored to be powerful enough to slaughter armies by themselves. Then again if the history I have been taught of the current state of the world. That is not as big of a foot as it used to be. Currently he was teaching me how to channel my mana as it had been decided that I am ready for my destiny that my father Emperor Trajen enabled for me. I would start the great rebirth, and my family, and empire would rise from the sashes like a phoenix and take the world as it was meant to be, under us.
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