Challenge 12: Weekly Quick Fic 4
Dec. 29th, 2012 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eaemiliaTitle: Memories
Prompt: All by myself, trespassing
Bonus? Y
Word Count: 224
Rating: K+
Original/Fandom: Historical rpf
Pairings (if any) none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: From the first buildings to glorious city to the fall, Rome can remember everything.
It could remember back to a time when it was little more than a collection of huts on a river. Certainly, its founder, its creator, liked to call it the center of a great kingdom, and named it after himself, but it had always been aware that there were others whose glory far outshone its own.
But those days were long ago; it had grown become the center of a kingdom, a republic, an empire, perhaps even the world. Its magnificence was unmatched. The words of its founder, the words that no one but it remembered, had finally taken true form.
It stood unmatched on its seven hills, its glory greater than any other’s, and so it stood alone.
But even those days were gone now.
It could remember the exact second when its legendary glory was lost. The people had still spoken of how it was unrivalled, but it could feel itself slipping into the mud, decay and destitution slipping in.
And now there were outsiders, trespassers, breaking in, destroying what was not already broken, leaving its people screaming. It wished to do something, to remove these interlopers from its walls and restore order and peace and glory and prosperity.
But it could do nothing.
It could only watch as it was crushed back into the dust it has once risen out of.
Prompt: All by myself, trespassing
Bonus? Y
Word Count: 224
Rating: K+
Original/Fandom: Historical rpf
Pairings (if any) none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: From the first buildings to glorious city to the fall, Rome can remember everything.
It could remember back to a time when it was little more than a collection of huts on a river. Certainly, its founder, its creator, liked to call it the center of a great kingdom, and named it after himself, but it had always been aware that there were others whose glory far outshone its own.
But those days were long ago; it had grown become the center of a kingdom, a republic, an empire, perhaps even the world. Its magnificence was unmatched. The words of its founder, the words that no one but it remembered, had finally taken true form.
It stood unmatched on its seven hills, its glory greater than any other’s, and so it stood alone.
But even those days were gone now.
It could remember the exact second when its legendary glory was lost. The people had still spoken of how it was unrivalled, but it could feel itself slipping into the mud, decay and destitution slipping in.
And now there were outsiders, trespassers, breaking in, destroying what was not already broken, leaving its people screaming. It wished to do something, to remove these interlopers from its walls and restore order and peace and glory and prosperity.
But it could do nothing.
It could only watch as it was crushed back into the dust it has once risen out of.