The Return Of The Sword (Romulus Agustus) [TBS]

Part 3

I finished up at work and sheepishly headed home the darkness starting to flood the little village, I hate this time. It put a fear in me that had never shaken even if I had been here so long. I saw the house, dark and quiet even our pup was gone she must have taken him with her. I noticed items in our little house was gone but I noticed a book on the table I went over picking up the little book noticing her handwriting inside she must have left it behind. I took my cloak and locked up the house going towards the woods to take her the book. 

My fear only grew, every step I took into the thick darkness of the woods, the tree's higher than any tower I had ever seen, muddy mossy puddles and pools of black water, The moonlight peaking in though the thick canopy of tree's, The little flickering lights of silver and blue dragonflies that shimmered in the moonlight almost glowing, The sounds of animals scuttering from tree to tree, The snapping of twigs and leaves under my feet, an icy chill blew though chilling my very soul.

I didn't know which way I walked and I wasn't sure the path to take walking whatever why I felt I best to, I saw a clearing up ahead so I hurried through "Y/n!" I called but no response, I went closer and closer "Y/n?" I called again but nothing still I went into the clearing and suddenly dropped the book my body frozen. I was paralysed by the sight, my spine felt a shiver, my knees felt weak, my heart racing, the moon clear through the gap in the canopy of tree's that had grown high, the dragonflies hovering around me, the glinting of amour, shields, and swords in the dirt, tree roots, moss, vines and flowers having long since overtook them and swallowed them into the earth with them only peaking from the ground, moss-grown on the rocks. "You?" I spoke my words echoing of only fear. It had been so many years since I had been here, I was only a child then, An emperor, a King, A Child who ran across the world to save myself, My life had cost so many, and I felt like I was nowhere near worth the sacrifice. Ivy and plant stem wrapped around the blade and hilt the sword engulfed by the world around it and yet still it shone and glowed like it was calling out to me. "No." I said my knees losing my weight dropping to the moss and grass "I don't want this! I never wanted this! I didn't ask to be born where I was, to be born who I was! I never wanted to be an Emporer! I didn't want to be a king! I just wanna be me! I don't want this stupid sword! I don't want this title! I don't want any of it! Leave me alone! Let me live, please... Just leave me alone, and let me live" I cried "I don't want this... I just wanna live my life, I don't want to be the chosen son of some stupid prophecy! I just wanna be me! I wanna be me... to live the life I've built, with my wife, my children, and if I could I'd have melted you down years ago" I screamed regaining myself a little avoiding looking at it I picked up the book and stood staring at the moon wiping away my tear's "Romulus Agustus Last of the cesars is dead. He died in Roma. I'm just Romulus... Just Romulus. so please, Whatever gods wait up there I beg of you. Leave me be"  I pulled my hood up and went back into the woods looking for the river.