Raelina's Flowers
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Anoria. It was utterly useless to desire or claim something that was unattainable. This he knew quite well and took steps to exclude her from his thoughts. The mere thought of her now, although an authentic memory, was indistinguishable from boyhood fantasy and occasional daydreams. She was, quite literally, as good as dead to him. The difference of course was, he could not mourn, nor could he visit her grave. She was a living corpse.
Flavius opened his mouth as if to scream but stopped short, as a his body tensed up in overwhelming agony. He felt his heart beating, louder and louder in the back of his mind, forcing his body, if only slightly, to sway back and forth. For a moment, he wanted to take advantage of the momentum by slamming his weight forward into the blade.
Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door.
He ignored it, repositioning himself during the brief rush of adrenaline the sound gave him. He had locked the heavy door. They would not, or could not, enter. He felt the blade pinch.
There was another knock. "Sir." Theodorus’ voice spoke.
Flavius spread his lips as if to smile, then began grinding down on his teeth with all his strength, nearly snapping them at the base. He leaned back to throw himself forward.
"Sir, a hunting party has found something."
Flavius’ eyes opened slowly. He took in a very deep breath and relaxed. Slowly sitting backwards onto his feet, he collected himself.
"Just a moment," he called.
Holding the sword out in front of him, he placed it on the ground. He rubbed a few stray tears from his eyes and walked the few paces to the heavy door.
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It has been 53 years since the death of Julius Caesar.
Decimus Flavius Antonius lay broken and near death in the forests of western Germania. It is not long before he recalls what has occurred... three Roman legions have been annihilated.
Facing an onslaught of barbarians, prejudices, and personal demons, Flavius risks his career and future for a cause much more noble than anything Rome had offered him... a promise made to a dying mother.
As his soul devours itself from within, the Roman finds himself on a quest for the unattainable, and endures the labors required to become worthy of the ultimate redemption.
About the Author
Nicholas Raymond Danial Henry received a degree in History from Montana State University in 2003. Henry studied at Morocco’s Al Akawayn University and privately in Trier, Germany before setting down to write Raelina’s Flowers. He is an avid historian, debater, collector, and philosopher. He resides in Livingston, Montana.