I Dream of Caesar
Rome, what was left of it anyways. Three different countries had invaded Rome, all at the same time. the royal fountains were pouring nothing but pure blood, as red as fire. There was no command left established, and most everything was either burnt down, or still on fire. There were screams coming for everywhere, and innocent civilians being slaughtered by the hundreds. It was a disaster. Caesar had been murdered the night before, and this is what it brought. Rome will not stand for much longer. Brutus and Cassius were traitors, and had left to fight for the other side, killing their own people! they slaughtered Mark Antony, and all of the other high ranking officials. They betrayed us! They betrayed Rome! They took Caesars dead, bloodied body, and threw it into the streets of Rome, and put his head on a pole, high up, to serve as a warning to all of the others who were of high ranking. But Octavius, his story was the worst. he had done the least of anything, and had gotten the worst punishment, just because Brutus thought he was ambitious, and might go places someday. they put rusty spikes through his hands, and nails through his feet, and then they branded him. they then made him walk the streets of Rome with a red hot piece of iron, which melted to his hand so he could not let go. Poor Octavius. I Do hope that this dream does not come true, and I hope that Caesar will respect my decision that he is staying home today.

