Syracuse, Sicily - 483AUC
Flavius was on his thoughts. He had lost almost a thousand to capture this place. Is this enough? Should he stop? Are the losses too great to continue? He could not answer. Here he saw again how green he still was. 'There are always my military advisors..', he thought, and called them. Soon they came, Publius and Spurius. Both veterans from past wars, they knew the risks and gains.
After consulting them a while, he ordered them away and went to the balcony. He was the senior Consul. He must not die, he thought, but he also thought that now is the chance to end the war quickly. To kill the head of the snake - Carthage - would be crucial for the winning of the war. He had already decided that even if he would die, Roma would be victorious.
Flavius had nothing to lose anyway. He had no wife, no relatives, no children. But - he felt a little sting on his heart - he had friends. Flavius swept the thought off his mind. It is bad to not be concentrated on the war ahead. He had one strike to blow, to the heart of the carthaginian empire, and after it the war would be over. Then he would go back to Roma, hold a triumph and pay every single penny back to Lurco. Lurco.. i would live and run only to see him die by my own hands. Dying would make him very happy, very happy indeed.
Then he thought of the other Julii - adopted, his half-brother. Suddenly he realized something. He had a family! His half-brother, Flavius Julius Constantinus! Flavius has to at least warn him. Warn of this war, of Lurco, of the danger that I may die and leave him alone once again.
He smiled for the sunset and walked away to his desk. You can never be too prepared...
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