LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 8: Shadows and Secrets
Night had fallen, casting shadows all over the city, moving from every quarter. In short, what had started as the Feast of Lupercal now resembled a mad celebratory crescendo of noise, laughter, and general abandon. Leo had hardly been able to make his way through the mass of celebrants and found himself limping down narrow alleys in Rome, where lanterns flickered, casting elongated, dancing shapes on the cobblestones.
He knew he was being reckless. With whispers of betrayal going around about Caesar's return, Leo felt the weight of his situation more heavily than ever. His heart thumped with urgency as he tried to collect his thoughts.
He needed to know who's who, he reminded himself, recalling the holographic list of influential figures he'd seen earlier. He needed allies—if he could find them—and he needed to stay out of sight from those who would see him as a threat.
Suddenly, he saw something moving in the dark. He tensed, every muscle in his body stiff as a board as a figure emerged from behind a pile of crates. A young man, attired in the deep blue of a senator's household, came forth with an expression of quiet desperation.
"You're not supposed to be here," the man whispered low and edged with caution. Leo's eyes flitted from the face of the man to the glinting dagger at his hip.
"I could say the same to you," Leo replied, his voice level though a pulse of fear ran hard in his chest.
The man laughed, but it was brittle, a sound that spoke of exhaustion and fear. "They're hunting for me, and you're in my way."
"Who's 'they'?" Leo asked, taking a cautious step forward. The man's eyes, dark and anxious, met his own.
"Caius Cassius," he spat the name like venom. "And Brutus. They'll do whatever it takes to stop Caesar from gaining absolute power. But if they catch me, I won't just be another name in their plot."
Leo's breath caught. Brutus? Cassius? He knew the names all too well. They were the ones who would ultimately betray Caesar, bringing about his death on the Ides of March.
"Who are you?" Leo pressed, now convinced that this encounter was more important than he would have thought.
The man changed positions, the weight of the night bearing down on him. "I'm Marcus Decimus Brutus. I'm not the man you think me to be." He levelled his gaze at Leo, a mix of tiredness and determination in his eyes. "And I need someone who knows more than I do if I am to alter Rome's course."
Leo's mind raced. This was the chance he needed-a way to influence the future, to be more than just an observer. But it was dangerous. If anyone got wind of his involvement, the whole city would go up in flames with rumors of betrayal, and he'd be right in the middle of it.
"Why me?" Leo asked, his voice so quiet that it was hardly louder than the night air.
"Because I know who you are, Leo Carter," Decimus Brutus said, his eyes growing wide with recognition. "And I think you are here by no accident."
Leo's heart was racing. How did he know my name?
Before Leo could question, heavy footsteps boomed out from the entrance of the alley, loud and urgent. Two Roman guards emerged, each with a lantern, their eyes piercing as they scoured the blackness.
"Hide," Decimus whispered, pushing Leo behind a stack of clay urns. The young senator's voice dropped to a near whisper. "If you want to change anything, you need to start by understanding Rome's secrets. Trust no one, not even Caesar."
The two men passed without seeing the figures standing just feet away, masked by the shadows and the night. Leo's heart thumped inside his chest. Part of him trembled with fear, the other part becoming a victim of anticipation. He had only just met one of the principal actors in the fate of Rome, and his fate had just taken a new, dangerous turn.
As the guards disappeared, Decimus stepped back, his eyes glued on Leo. "We need to meet again. But only when the time is right. Rome will never be the same after tonight."
Leo nodded, the weight of his future pressing down on him. He had just stepped into a game that would make or break him. And with the first tendrils of dawn kissing the horizon, Leo Carter knew he would need to be ready for whatever came next.