XVIII Martius DCCX
(March 18, 710 AUC (by the Roman Calendar), 43 BC (by ours))
I had a visit from an unearthly guest last night. The ghastly apparition assumed the shape of a phantom Caesar, and with dreadful silence it walked around my tent. It was a personal haunt, as I'm sure no one else could see it.
It is a bad omen, and I fear for today's battle. The gods have left us many signs so far, and we have ignored them. Julius ignored the soothsayer's warnings… and he died.
This battle…
This battle may be a loss. But I shall not become a prisoner, nor shall I live to surrender. If it comes down to it, I shall take my own life. For I shall die honorably as Rome's protector instead as a cowardly old man.
Thus ends the tale of Brutus, the most noble Roman.
AN: And now for a note to my wonderful four reviewers that I adore:
Compass: Thanks so much for reading the fic, and reviewing twice! I hope you liked it all the way through!
Crossbow: I did misspell "eludes" thanks so much for pointing that out to me. Just goes to show that you can't always trust Microsoft Word. And I advise you to read the play if you like this, it's one of the best Shakespearean plays… in my opinion at least.
MurasakiNeko: Thanks for the compliments, I really tried hard to get some of the language for Brutus, without sounding too flowery. You really should have seen my earlier entries, they reminded me of Shakespeare on crack… Anyway, I hope you liked it and came back and read it!
Theresa Delmonte: Ooo! I did play Endy! That's so cool that you read this fic… it's been what… 3 years since that RPG? Time seems to have gone by so fast! Perhaps we shall meet again on another rpg, and this time I'll get Remus! (Although, granted, Snape was a hottie in my version).
And to all those that read and didn't review: Thanks for taking the time and reading this incredibly short fan fic… I hope you enjoyed it!