The Greeks, the Iberians, and the most dangerous of them all, the Romans. While she rested on her laurels, others grew powerful. For too long, Carthage acted slowly, staying in her borders and vegetating. They would pass on this holy and vital task, to protect the mighty Carthaginian Empire.įor the first time since he woke up, Hanno seemed calmer, but he wasn't overconfident either. He wasn't a young man anymore, but even if he couldn't stop this bleak future from happening, he could always prepare his son and heir for this task. « -This will not happen. » whispered the man. In any case he knew she wasnt lying, her every word betrayed her divine nature : The woman's voice was most probably Tanit, the Mother Goddess. His beloved people would be destroyed or enslaved, and the mighty empire would collapse, and be buried under the dust of the past. Tomorrow, in a month, in a century, it matters not. If Hanno would not heed it, Carthage would be destroyed. A warning, to be precise, this was a certitude. The nocturnal silence was only troubled by the sentinels' steps, walking around the place to make sure no thief or enemy would dare to threaten this sacred place.

From the palace, he had a nice view over most of the city, its docks and the sea. With a mutter of appeasment to his wife, Hanno stand up and leave, to take a walk on his balcony. His head is filled with memories from this terrible dream, every detail shining with implacable cruelty and realism. But the man doesn't even hear her caring questions. His wife is instantly woken up too, and asks him if he is alright. The eagle took you all, and your corpses will feed it's litle ones. » « You failed, my poor, lost, vainquished children. The woman, or rather the goddess that speaks is filled with sorrow, but also disappointment. Everything burns.Ī lonely voice suddently speaks, so strong and intimidating that time itself seems to stop. The inhabitants are brutalized, and either finished off if they are men, or rounded up and put in shackles if they are women or childrend. In their euphory they plunder and defile everything, from the temples and the palaces to the humblest house. They look like demons escaped from a forgotten divine jail. The air is filled with the cries of the women and children are mixed with, and drowned by, the victorious shouts of the invaders. The bodies of the defenders, their sacrifices ultimately vain, are littering the ground. The city is destroyed, the holiest sanctuary of all is broken.

A new power is rising! Its victory is at hand! This night, the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan!

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