Hello there! Since this is a co-written work, chocolatebackground and I, shadowell, have decided to our shared account: Novelist's Fantasy. That is why this story is basically the same as the first Song of Four Voices. Actually, it is the same. Enjoy!
Song of Four Voices
Prologue
Rome.
The most powerful civilization to ever rule the earth, with an army so powerful, it conquered the world, like fire on a field of grass, creating the largest empire ever in history. For those who haven't yet been conquered by this legend of an empire, they tremble in fear in the name of Rome.
And that is why I hate Rome so much.
Slaves.
Spoils of war, servants for the rest of eternity. This is what made up more than half of Rome's population.
I hate Rome. Hate it with all my heart.
If it wasn't for its dreaded army, I would still be happy.
If it wasn't for their pride, my parents and siblings would still be alive.
If they weren't so mighty, there might still be hope for me.
If it wasn't for Rome, I'd be free.
But the Fates are cruel; I should've known. To be able to inflict such pain and despair upon me, I might as well just die.
Pain. Sorrow. Despair. Darkness.
Everything brought down upon my shoulders in one second, the one second Rome used to conquer my home.
Destroyed. Nothing was left. Nothing except ruins and ashes, scattering in the wind.
Rome destroyed my life, taken everything from me. Yet if it wasn't for Rome, we would've never met. It was Rome who brought us together.
Fates intertwined.
And in the ashes, you may hear a lullaby, a tune.
This is the story, the song, of four voices.
And one day, it shall be eleven.