1003 BCE, November, 20
The city of Byzantium seemed calm, unaware of the storms that were to stir. The imperial place of the emperor was cold, as if not a being was awake--Except for the guards that stood in rows and the slightly opened door of his majesty's study.
His majesty Augustus sat on a wooden chair--Hair tousled, hands absent-mindedly grazing at his withering beard.
Though his eyes were ever so intense--His green gaze fell to the paper Infront of him--Lips ever so slightly curling--It was a letter from Cengis--The Mongol emperor.
He then skimmed through it--His jaw ever so slightly clenching as his smirk vanished--
"To the serpent of Europe, I hereby wish you a very good night sleep-for you will require of it" Augustus's jaw flexed--He then continued, what a man you are... sending your only heir, an immature lad to be willingly slain for your sick desires and dare to send him back again? The passage dripped with mockery as Cengis continued on his venting.
Still calling yourself the emperor? oh, how pathetic! what an unfortunate time to be alive and to witness the fall of a great civilization in the hands of a bastard...
A barbaric system of justice--Oh forget it! Augustus hands clenched around the letter.
What would you know?
War is it you want? oh, we will wage war, and you just be sure of that! May your cowardice eyes never find rest
__Ilhan Cengis--The valiant Han.
Augustus yelled hysterically ripping up the paper in an animalistic way as servants rushed to his quarter in a panic.
Sire...? do you require any assistance?
GET OUT!!!
They bowed and quickly went out.
Now left alone, he gazed at the bits of paper, his chest heaved, Valiant... his voice went low-Yet lethal.
VILE IS ALL HE IS! his words came out sizzling as he clutched a quill on his hands, he then arched it back and plunged onto the wooden desk in a fit of fury--AGHHHH!
His breathing became ragged as he clutched his sword--gazing out the moon
---I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL BE THE END OF YOU...
I will be then end...
of you...