Roman Short Story

600 BC Europe- Roman Empire with magic w/o physics
Under the reign of Julius Caesar, the Roman Empire is at its peak of prosperity and splendor. The chatter of the citizens gathered about the Forum is almost deafening. Overlooking the forum is the Royal Palace, the home of the greatest ruler Rome has ever seen, Julius Caesar.
Julius gathers with his board of advisers in the library beneath the palace. “And what of the…literature gathered from the ruins of the final battle of Alexander the Great?” asks the high adviser to the Caesar, Draken. “I suppose I’ll have you read through it and make a determination for yourself. I trust you,” the Caesar replies. Draken leaves the room immediately, eager to witness the downfall of the greatest military leader of the ancient world for himself.
“By the gods…” Draken exclaims in awe. “…The fall of Alexander was by the enemies he faced. But an enemy neither he nor the world has ever seen. This word keeps popping up: magic,” He says to himself. “The second book is full of…Instructions! I must keep these for myself,” he says, sounding more maniacal than he intended.
“…And that is all.” Julius concludes the meeting. As the men file out of the meeting chamber one by one, a single man stays. “Ah Brutus, my old friend, is something troubling you?” Julius says in a pleasant tone he is not known for. “I’m worried Julius. The means by which you obtained power are looked upon… unfavorably. The council is restless. Think about that, friend.” The man warns. “Thank you, Brutus.” Julius says worriedly. Brutus exits. The Caesar walks upstairs to his private quarters and heads a letter, Dear Octavian…
The Caesar awakens to the sounds of terror throughout his palace. He looks outside and sees nothing. An empty blackness shrouds the outside. He quickly makes his way to the room of advisers where he finds no one. He makes his way to the center of the palace, the throne room. He is greeted by three things: death, rubble and a full throne. “Draken!” The Caesar bellows so powerfully that it is indiscernible from the explosions destroying the palace. Draken’s eyes glow with an ethereal blue. Corpses litter the hall as the palace crumble’s around them. Only 14 men remain in the room: Caesar, Draken and the 12 other advisers to the Caesar. When Caesar looked into the eyes of the men he knew and trusted he only saw the same ethereal blue that corrupted Draken. “Julius Caesar,” Draken began. “For the crime of theft of the highest kind, I order your swift and just end.” He claims with other-worldly detachment.  “Theft?! I have done nothing but give to this emp-“ Julius was suddenly overcome by a crushing force closing around his throat. “You have robbed this empire of its rightful ruler. Only I, the enlightened, am fit to sit atop this throne. Mere men like you are only fit to be on your knees in my presence.” Draken commanded, sounding more maniacal than ever. “However, false rulers such as yourself only have one place. A shallow grave.” Draken made sweeping gesture towards Julius as he released his grasp of his throat. Upon his command the advisers ran crazily toward Julius with knives in their hands. As he felt 12 individual explosions within himself, he looked around at the emotionless faces of his once trusted advisers. His eyes settled upon one of them “You too, Brutus?” He took his last breath and fell just as his Rome did. Dear Octavian…
As the Caesar’s body fell, another stood at the door. With no words exchanged, Octavian’s eyes glowed red and a blinding light engulfed the palace. A massive explosion of ethereal blue overthrows the new world order and releases the palace from Draken’s grasp. …You will take my place.