Red Athens 50

            He did look like the perfect Free Celt. Born of the Gaul gods, he turned into quite the leader, the best of politicians. The blue paint on his face and arms was only a reminder of the chaos he played with. There is an old saying which sums up the Verce’s people: between a pact of wolves and a Celt, always run towards the wolves.             Calli grunted. “Do you know how to spell your name, son to Chaos?”             “Let us keep magik out of the conversation,” Knyght said, walking away from the impending verbal argument. He understood that, for some reason, he had an easier time making friends outside of his people than inside. He would be willing to lay his life down for these troubled foreigners. Would he do the same for Red Athens? Could he?          ...

Ch 2. A scholar told me of the next events. All one need to know be this: a call to arms was   made, an invasion of the east was planned, and the cross on Knyght’s shoulder screamed of impending disaster. “We should not leave our people to die.” “We shouldn’t; Ionia holds Red Athens citizens.” “It would be a fallacy, father. Green Sparta needs only a second’s edge to take the walls of the city.” “My son, you are smart, but beyond understanding of the big picture. They kill me, I will be hailed as a martyr, the other   isles will gather, the fleet will assemble, and Red Athens is victorious.” “I don’t see it happening like that. One thing all democracies fear is evil.” The father to son chat began much like this. Pericles Opti, a man of indomitable strength, usually agreed with the youngest of his sons. For some reason, the boy had a call to power, but his leadership, the king thought, was as weak as his understanding of math. Tears took to Pericles Knyght’s...

2 They left. Pericles Knyght became obsessed. Calli talked him out of his words, for the tyger of Red Athens be the king who understood what risks to take. Somehow, the Red Athenian’s tears had no affect. He did as his father ordered. He was much, but all because Pericles Opti had protected the city for so long before. He had to trust in this, go against his instincts, but be damned if he felt the overarching doom coming to the city of Red.   “Tell me why?” Calli stood in between Verce and Numid.             “Let the boy ponder,” replied Verce, a pipe in his mouth. Numid merely shook his head, downed the rest of his drink, and walked away. Now, the Free Celt Verce was apt to go against anything Calli said. A rivalry brewed between Sky Rome and the Free Celt empire.             He did look like the perfect Free Celt. Born of the Gaul gods, he turned into quite the...