This chapter I will use their human names as I feel it will leave more of an impact and I may switch between the two from now on.
Chapter 12: Recovery
The year is 1776, fourty years after the revolutionary war that Byzantium tried desperately to win. He was devastated emotionaly, and power wise, he had lost to many solders in that war and was now weak enough that some one like France, or England could attack him and possibly win.
"I miss him to much, its not healthy to obsess over someone like this." Byzantium said. Hungary who is still living with him comes over to comfort him. "Look Triestan, everything will be all right its not like it's the end of the world." Triestan looked over to Hungary, "No its not the end of the world, but he… was my first responsibility that felt like family, direct family not Veneziano or Romano, I love them as family and I love most of this contient as family, but they are Augusts' grand children, he helped to raise them while I did the work over here keeping everyone under control and converting them… I had no real countries form in my image, I just don't know Elizaveta … I just don't know." Elizaveta put her hand on his shoulder not quiet sure what to say to him. Triestan went on, "Yet I hate them so much for abandoning me to my fate, I was almost destroyed by the Ottomans hands, I only managed to survive by going against just about everything I believed in…" Triestan thought back to the other betrayals his family had put him threw. "The fall of Constantinople to the Ventian invasion during the fourth crusade… Veneziano attacked me that day… it was something I thought could never happen." Veneziano was in a room nearby and managed to hear this threw the wall. He put his ear up to listen to the rest.
"The day was one of my worst, it was infact this day that my empire fell into ruin, and the two hundred years that I indured at the hands of the Ottomans were the worst… I still wonder why he did it."
Flash Back
The sky was black with the smoke from the city as Constantinople burned at the hands of the ventian crusaders. The Ventian's went through the city like it was a play ground looting everything possible and having their way with the people. Triestan lay there in the middle of the city devastated at his loss… "Why Veneziano, why? Is this really what you want wealth? You've got culture and great land, but no you want the wealth of your uncle, and didn't want to ask!" Veneziano ignored his uncle's words and went through the town square looking for something, but finding nothing. He walked up to his fallen uncle and asked, "Where is your treasury?" he asked it in a very casual voice. "You want my treasury! My Fucking treasury is over there you god damn traitor! What would Augusts think? You rotten little bastard!" Veneziano turned around and kicked his uncle in the face, "Don't you talk to me about Grandpa Rome, Where were you when he was losing to Germania? Why didn't you help you…" Veneziano turned and walked away off to the treasury. Triestan passed out from the pain.
End flash back
Veneziano pulled his ear away from the wall and sat down against it, he remembered that day all to well… The Venitians managed to talk him into attacking his own uncle during the crusades, they said, "With the wealth of Constantinople, you could do anything!" they were the worlds best traders and still are, so it wasn't exactly wise to go against them when they said anything about money.
Flash back
Veneziano was in a room with the doge of Venice, "Veneziano how good it is to see you again, are you enjoying your time with the Empire?" The doge asked very nicely as if talking to a friend he hasn't seen in a long time. Veneziano said in return, "It is fun being with Roma, but also very scary." The doge laughed, "Tell me Veneziano would you like to be strong like your grandpa Rome?" Veneziano nodded his head and smiled. "Good, because if we sack and conquer Constantinople, then you would be able to help me form a new empire in the vain of the Roman Empire." Veneziano stopped nodding and smiling, "But that's were uncle Byzantium lives." The doge narrowed his eyes, "The Byzantines are weak and are falling to pieces, some one has to pick up those pieces, besides with the wealth of Constantinople you could do anything, even bring back the Roman Empire." With those words said Veneziano joined the crusades and attacked his uncle, not for greed, but to try and resurrect his Grandpa.
End flash back
"That man lied to me, the Latin Empire only lasted 60 years, and uncle Byzantium managed to rebuild his losses like he always does… I cant believe I was fooled by that stupid doge." Veneziano said as he stopped remembering that day.
Triestan than thought back to what Veneziano said that day asking him about why he didn't help Augusts. "That is some thing I wish I had done… yet it was bound to happen, his bosses would bring him down, and I left him to die… because I was afraid… that I might go with him." Triestan started to cry remembering the day Rome had fallen.