charloft 100 drabbles - 88. Two of Wands *Flashback - A.D. 409*

[on_holy_ground]

Darius looked out over the ruined city. Every breath he took here, every moment he stayed, was like a sword in his gut. Rome had always been Alaric’s vision, never his own. He was never meant for such a soft life as this one.

No, his place lay in the north, where men were hard and knew what it meant to survive anything that was thrown at them. There he could build the kind of kingdom that would be held in fear and awe, and would stretch from the mountains to the sea.

It was time to meet his destiny.

Comments

[andre-korda.livejournal.com]

*claps* Very nicely done.

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :)