And then he was dead, his head flying through the air.
Claudius approached him laughing, sneering, full of hate and jealously.
Then his face changed, contorted until Caracalla stood before Lucius.
The son of the emperor Lucius had served for most of his life laughed at his pain, raged at his plans to supplant him, blamed him for all that had gone wrong.
“I’ll kill you!” Lucius yelled in the darkness as he strained at his bonds.
“No. You won’t, Metellus!” Caracalla laughed. “You and your family will die!”
And it was then that the house burst into flame and the dragon’s jaws engulfed Lucius as the Gods looked on from afar.
“AHHHH!!!!” Lucius shot up in his bed, weeping and raging at once, his fists clenched tightly, his skin bleeding in places. He looked around the dimly-lit room, not
