![]() Roma quaked with her wrath, as Patricians and Plebeians alike looked to the Heavens, In a howling scream she cursed Aeneas' name once more, her voice penetrating the mortal realm like one of Jove's bolts. Juno's face clenched in anger, reminded of the truth Venus, whose face was wet with sorrow, was still beyond any words to describe her beauty, ![]() No longer were they seen as Trojans, and so the Queen had no grudge.īut upon seeing her pain, she wept tears of joy. Wipe clean was the humiliation they suffered upon the sacking of their home, Troy, by the Greeks led by arrogant Agamemnon, brutal Achilles, and lying Ulysses. Latin and Trojan armies clashed upon the beaches of Italy, each trying to drive one another off their shores,īut Fate had sided with the Trojans, and so Juno surrendered in defeat, asking her husband Jove to spare the remaining Latins from a massacre.Īnd so Jove did, with the Trojan forever adopting the customs and culture of their defeated enemy. The Queen of Gods had played her last hand in trying to stop the Trojan landing upon Italy centuries ago tricking the Latin Tyrant Turnus to challenge him for the fair hand of Princess Lavinia in marriage, Juno danced in her victory, for it was unseen, even by the Gods themselves. Have Hades hold no fury has a Goddess' strife? Was mortal Paris' judgment that divine? Venerated as the protector of the Romani state, she laughed tears upon Venus' suffering. Much joy did this bring to Juno, high above in the Heavens the ancient grudge between her and Venus still remained in her cold heart, and cause so, Venus and all descendants of Aeneas must suffer. Shattered was the head of Aeneas' mother, Venus, the most fair and beautiful of them all. Supported the Queen of Gods Juno they did, building a statue and Temple in her name next their Senate. Of which pious Aeneas has so honorably earned with his blood and tears. The abomination, called the Senatus Populusque Romanus, believed so Īgainst the very Fate which gave birth to the Romani people, the Senate wills against the notion of a crown, Was this what Fate had dictated? The last Trojan's' struggle and journey fruitless, abandoned? Swept away was Roma's last King, the Romani so called liberated by the Ivnivs Clan under Lvcivs Ivnivs Brvtvs,Īnd upon the shards of the golden crown, the Res Publica formed. Time has not forgotten Romvlvs, but only his Kingdom ![]() Weeping his people were, overwhelmed with emotion, discovering their lineage to the last Trojan. Upon his return to his city, Romvlvs approached the Altar of Mars, a lone Eagle guiding him overhead,Īmong friends, and kinsmen, he gave Aeneas' vision to his people, a vision of a glorious future. Upon Jove's thunderbolts and Vulcan's flames, Romvlvs tempered his people for war,Ĭonquering the seven hills, and inevitably central Italy, ![]() Upon the first stone he cast, using it to split the skull of his own brother Remvs,įor cruel Fate allowed only one to reap this birthright. The boy grew, becoming strong and leveled headed, as all Romani will be Son of Mars and descendant of Ivlvs, son of Aeneas.Ībandon to die, he was nursed by the milk of a she-wolf, for the Gods forbid his death.Īnd innocently, a Shepard found and adopt him as if he was his own Upon a great city they will grow, built stone by stone upon one of the seven hills by Romvlvs, No enemy beyond their skill and cunning like Birds of Prey, like Wolves, The Children of Aeneas I sing – of their triumphs and Empire Īs Fate and the Gods have so rightfully bestowed upon them the talent of conquest ĭestined to rule the world from the Tiber to the Nile no boundaries beyond their grasp, ![]()
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