PG: Chaos from BelowIt was pulling slowly down on him. The darkness. It was like a comforting blanket, the soft arms of the mother he never knew... But surely death would not have pain also. A burning sensation ran across his neck. Where had that come from?
Don't forget what happened. Try not to forget... France... That's right... He had... What had he done...?
As much as the little boy tried to remember, he couldn't stop himself from succumbing to the darkness' will. It was too comfortable, too tempting not to lie down and let it swallow him whole...
"What do you intend on doing with the boy?" The captain said, looking to the priest with confusion as he dabbed a cloth around Holy Roman Empire's wound.
"We will keep him in a chamber at the Vatican. He will be safe there."
"But why? Surely we would hold a burial for him."
"My dear captain..." The priest chuckled, turning to his companion. "Surely you would know that countries do not just die. There will come a time when he will b
PG: The Fall of an Empire- August 6th 1806
The worst had happened. The army could not hold back Bonaparte's troops any longer. They were severely outnumbered, and the little boy at the head of them was tired, and growing weak.
They all somehow knew that the growing Holy Roman Empire would soon be no more. Every one of them could feel it. The boy was faltering, his arms becoming laden as it seemed to become harder and harder to lift his once proud flag. The little push broom strapped to his back grew heavier with every step, but still he pushed on.
Meanwhile, at the castle that he once called his home, his boss, Emperor Francis I of Austria donned his ceremonial robes. The crown, the symbol of his leadership, was placed on his head for what would be the last time. The solid gold weighed on his neck, which creaked with the years of holding it aloft.
His subjects waited just outside, anticipation thickening the late summer air.
It was time.
The Emperor marched to the balcony doors, swallowing a