Hi all,
I Thought I’d start my writing progress by trying to post daily a paragraph or two from my writing. Before I post it, however, I wanted everyone to know that I’ve already ordered the proof copies of Iron Tribune, and they should be here by the end of the week (If not sooner, I’ve found Createspace to be very quick). As soon as I “Officially” look through them, I can order normal copies and then get into the process of mailing everything to everyone!
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Boots pounding on the cobblestones, Felix raced towards the monumental bulk of the Imperial Palace. The ex-legionnaire moved swiftly, dodging the mid-afternoon street traffic. After maneuvering around one particularly large group of coliseum fans, clad in their trademark green shirts, Felix came to a halt. Is there some special event happening today?
He heard a nearby merchant complain as well.
“Stupid mobs. Always gathering in the streets for no reason. There’s not another event until Sunday.” Felix froze. Mobs. Streets. An assassination attempt on the senatora. If something’s going to happen, it’s going to be today.
Fortunately, the palace was mere blocks away by now. Felix handed over his documents to the bored-looking guard, who had just finished ushering another Praetorian guard through the checkpoint. “You’re the second person to ask about Legate Praetorius Alper in as many minutes.” The man told him, handing back his papers.
“What do you mean?”
“Just that the Legate seems pretty popular today. Centurion Parthius just asked if he was busy as well.” Said a second praetorian, walking out of the small gatehouse to take Felix’s spatha.
“And?” Felix asked breathlessly, craning his head around the man to try and get a look at the departing Parthius. It
“And the Legate is busy. Meeting with the top brass in his office. A page can take you there.” The guard waved him through, before turning to yell at a group of actors behind him. “No, no, you can’t bring your baggage through this gate, you’ll have to go around back!”
Felix moved on, walking quickly over the crushed gravel pathways. No running, I can’t look like I’m in a panic. As he entered the building, he caught a glimpse of Parthius as he ducked around a corner to the left. I feel as though I’ve seen him before, he moves the same way as…nevermind. Felix thought. I must be losing my mind.
Modern Papyrus 