Caesar

CHAPTER ONE • MEMORY FROM THE PAST

Very soon my love...very soon!"

Bricks separate orderly revealing a secret Passage way which opens widely. Caesar looks around checking for anyone before he walks into it, the door shots behind him.

As he walks past various old lamps in the passage way, the lights come on immediately, supplying the dark passage way light.

Light falls on the walls which are made of sand and are rough. There are various cracks on it, with green crawling plants growing. Tiny insect walk in masses climbing it.

He picks up an old lamp from a nearby stand and walks forward. His expression is serious and his dark bushy eyebrows move in inspection.

His footsteps echo through the passage way. Stopping, he faces a huge black door which stands at the extreme end of the narrow passage way.

He mouths a few inaudible words and the door swings open.

The door reveals a huge dark room. As Caesar moves holding the lamp, light falls on various painting of a beautiful woman.

An old flute lays on a wooden table. It is golden with silver designs, there is also an old box containing a lot of oil paint.

His eyes focus on the painting,
A beautiful woman smiles brightly, her face is devoid of worry. Her brown eyes are highlighted as she stares looking at a sunflower which she holds loosely, her dark skin glows brightly behind the moon. There is a pendant on her neck, the same one Caesar has hanging on his chest.

He stares at the painting as his hand move lightly touching her features.

"Everyone craves that one person who understands them like no one does... She was that kind of person to you!" Voices come from an old vase, it glows brightly and shakes violently.

Caesar sighs tiredly, moving forward he taps his hands. The vase flies up in the air as wind gushes in and various pieces of old books fly up.

The vase lands gently on the floor and a man comes out of it.

He adjusts his glasses and looks up at Caesar;

"My dearest friend, longest time!" He says sarcastically as he moves inspecting the room.

"Adonis...This is the only form I can keep you in for now...you died ages ago." His low raspy voice says in a whisper.

"And you should have let me stay that way!" Adonis says rudely. He flies round the dark room care freely, enjoying the air he got.

"Your actions say otherwise!" His eyes narrow in anger as he spoke.

He stops flying and sits on a chair, looking at Caesar. He stays there saying nothing. The silence becomes deafening as Caesar returns back to staring at the painting.

Adonis stands up moving round the room, his eyes fall on an old book. He picks it up looking at it.

"...So my dearest friend, why are you still in Deyuny? I thought you never stayed in a place for too long, not after you destroyed your...!"

Caesar walks away from Adonis, his eyes stare at a green elixir which glowed. He picks it up, staring at it.

"It seems you have stayed out of your beloved vase too long." He says coldly as he touches the elixir, then finally he lifts his head to face Adonis.

Adonis's eyes widen with fear, little drops of tears fill his eyes.

"Caesar you haven't let me out in centuries..."

"And the time I actually did, you spat out trash." His eyes still fixed on the little elixir.

"Don't you ever... anger me" His tone increases then decreases as he speaks. His eyes cold with rage.