Disclaimer: I only own Agrippa. Sorry if the preface was unlikeable. I did it in the course of about ten minutes so...
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Chapter 1-The Evil That Men Do
"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interrèd with their bones."
-Mark Antony, Julius Caesar III-II
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"So where did that part of the rant come from?" Cranky turned around to face his militant right-hand.
"What do you mean, Agrippa?" he asked, turning back around and barely dodging a tree. Agrippa bit his cheek.
"The 'Friends, Romans, countrymen' bit," the boy replied. "Where was it from? It sounds familiar."
"It's from a Shakespeare play."
"Oh, that's right. You're a Shakespearean Caestorian." Cranky rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. I just can't believe DK's audacity! He knows the rules! If you don't have a son the position goes to the closest living male!"
Agrippa stared the old man up and down. Cranky had always been brave, even snarky, when a problem worse than this arised but why was he acting like a child now?
"What's wrong with you?" Agrippa asked.
"What do you mean?" Cranky repeated.
"You're never like this, all mopey and stuff. What gives?"
Silence.
"It's a long story. One you'll figure out soon enough."
"You don't have to be all dramatic. Just tell me."
"Any word from my wife yet?"
"Just tell me!" Cranky sighed and motioned Agrippa forward.
"You really want to know?" The former patriarch was whispering now.
"Yes," Agrippa whispered back.
"OK then..." Cranky cupped his hand around his mouth and Agrippa's ear and shouted: "TELL ME IF MY WIFE HAS ANY MESSAGES!"
"Ahhhh!" Agrippa screamed, jumping back and rubbing his ear. "Fine, fine! She said she'll be visitng in a few days! Geez!
"Thank you. Please find Salsa and Macarena and bring them here."
Agrippa nodded and took a left while the older man kept going straight, thikning to himself.
"Let the die be cast, young Caleb," he thought, looking back at the young militant. "The evil that men do lives after them and the good is oft interred with their bones. Who knows what effects we leave for the future? Our choices will be what decides our fate."
