Notes: I always thought for Aro a past as a slave. In this fanfiction I wanted to analyze one of the strangest and most particular parties that have struck me: the Fausti.
In ancient Rome were celebrated different cults, in the period preceding December 25. These parties, called the Saturnalia, because dedicated to the god Saturn, lasted from December 17 to 24, and they devoted themselves to agriculture. These days were very special, because it was the only time of year when the order of society was reversed: the poor were the rich, the slave lords, and all had a right to joke about religion.
The last sentence is from a famous italian lullaby. The story is writter for Christmas Countdown of the Collection of starlight (.net/) Hope you like it!
Sempiternus
The little girl was curled up on a pallet, while outside you could still hear the slaves creaming to the freedom, which lasted only seven days.
Aro was sure that one day everything will be changed.
The boy stayed at her side, gently stroking her black hair, while a smile lined his face.
His little flower.
Didyme raised her head, her childish eyes flashed on the olive face of the brother.
"Can not you sleep?" shee asked. He nodded.
Before she asked him started to sing; his voice hoarse, ruined.
"And life is not death, and death is not life ..."
It was certain: freedom would be eternal.
