SaberFate

1453, a year that marked the end of an era
With one city's fall, a shift from Medieval to Modern
Constantinople, a name etched in time
For a thousand years, stood strong and sublime

Against foes that dreamed to take her down
She persisted, unbroken, a true crown
But tonight, everything changes
Guns fired, women weep, men yell in ranges

Praying to God for a savior's grace
To rescue their city, to restore its place
In history's twist, God answered their plea
Sending a new emperor, the one they'd need

Antonius, born of the seas
To lead the Romans, a new destiny
To reach another pinnacle of might
And end the city's terrible plight

1453, a year that will forever divide
Medieval and Modern, with a fallen city as the divide
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AD1453, as the city of Constantinople prepares for its final fate, a pirate captain and crew sailed into the golden horn, history made an abrupt turn from this point onward....

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1453: Revival of Byzantium

"Equo ne credite, Teucri Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentis"

"Do not trust those horses called Trojans. Or what ever it is, I fear the Greeks even when they are offering gifts."

Just as Antonius and Khalid drinks the alcohol and is having a little bit of break time soothing their tired bones and worn out muscles after a prolonged horse riding journey, the commander of that petite cavalry force with less than a hundred riders, Abraham ran in to the room grasping for air wearing only his casual wears still with the scent of horse dungs and salty concentrated hay Lage.

"Admiral, I heard that you are going to put these horses as logistics purposes carrying loads and wagons?"

"Ah, Abraham." Antonius welcomed the man and ushered him to take a seat beside Khalid, then confessed his thought. "Aye, you are right my friend, I did intent last time to place this herd of horse in to logistics division."

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