CHAPTER THREE • CAESAR

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1904

CRASTLE, LAND OF TOWERS

The metallic sound the dagger makes being dragged on the floor startles Caesar who leans against the wall with watery eyes.
"Pick up the knife, Caesar!"
His eyes remain static so does his feet not budging or bothering to take a step forward.

"Caesar, are you defying...!" The sentence uttered fades into the silence as a more persistent sound prevails; the sound of water dripping. Various droplets of blood falls from the celling to the ground like rain from the sky. His father shouts, his voice is inaudible and covered by the sound of water drops.

"Come...young child... All your pains, woes, tears would be washed away by the strolling waters...!" It starts barely as a whisper but increases till it becomes a scream in his ears. Being repeated over and over again in a high pitched voice. His hands move up closing both his ears and his voice the loudest it had ever been in all his sixteen years of existence.

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!!!"

The dripping, the woman's voice, everything stops except from the explosive laughter that escapes his Father's mouth.

"Did you just shut me up?" The laughter darkens his unbelieving face.

Caesar looks up to find his flared up father, his huge hands pick up a large dagger which rests in the midst of various weapons, It's edges are curved and shaped like half a semicircle. Its blade shines bright as it's swung towards Caesar slicing his left cheek.

Caesar stands there, eyes playing the situation in slow motion. As his father draws closer with the weapon.

HE FELT STRANGE

Like a God dealing with a mere king. Whatever be the case he knows...

"This was to be his last day...as dumb Caesar 'his father's puppet!"

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