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