– O –
I had two constant friends in my life: Drusus and wine.
Drusus and I rose through the legions, side by side, to become generals. Either of us could turn a battle, no matter which upstart from the fingerlands decided they could dictate terms with the Michahelian rulers in Metacarpa. We were as brothers, the family neither of us had.
That changed for a time, when those ruling the mining towns of Annulia managed to coax Drusus to their side. It was only a matter of time until the Metacarpan government enlisted me to stop him and those he led.
Ending the war earned me the undying love of Metacarpa, a lavish house and everything I could ever want. But what I want I cannot have.
Wine is now my most faithful friend. I cannot remember the last night I returned to my rooms of my own accord. When I wake, it takes all of the little desire I have to continue to draw myself out of bed. Many a night I hope that the wine will ensure its my last.
Yet a single thought keeps me going.
Someone is looking for me.
The gods are cruel.
Why won’t they let me die?
– O –