Excerpt Chapter 3 The Scrolls

“My dear Emperor, as we write here tonight a story of the past and lend it to your parchment for safe keeping, so will this parchment and its story create another story just by its Journey. That story will be forged by human greed, loyalty, love and hate and will lend itself to the result. An outcome I hope in the favor of humanity.”

“If humanity is to survive the events we have already put into play, it must prove its strength and worthiness, not by one man’s actions but by the actions of many. This was the second rule created at the beginning of your time by your creator.” 

For another three hours, till the middle of the early morning, the Dark Lord talked while the Emperor scribed. From time to time they stopped while Constantine asked questions to clarify his writings. The content now was mostly about the five laws of the creator and the beginning and direction of time and the creator. Constantine was amazed but not surprised, it was all very logical to him.

When they had finished, Constantine signed and dated the parchment proudly. He no longer felt the space in his thoughts that could not be filled.

“We are finished for now Emperor,” said the Dark Lord, “most important for you now is to heed my instructions on keeping and passing this message. It must be kept safe and clear instructions given to those you would pass it on to.”

“But who am I to pass it to,” replied Constantine?

“As written in your document, I have an ability to communicate with strategic people in the future who will know who to get the parchment from. It is your job to make sure it is delivered to your name sake Constantine X, seven hundred years from now but thankfully in this very city.”

“My city will last seven hundred years, and my name,” exclaimed Constantine with joy.

“Longer my friend, but Constantine X will be visited on his death bed by a holy knight and he must give to him the package containing the parchment. That man will then know what must be done.”

“And his name,” asked Constantine?

“Artoreous,” was all the dark figure replied.

“Sounds like a good Roman name,” smiled Constantine.

“Our time is finished for now my Emperor,” said the dark effigy, as it began to dissipate into the cold morning air, “make sure it gets to your ancestor safely, that is up to you.”

On that last word it was gone and Constantine sat there with the many pages of the parchment in front of him. He slowly rolled them up and then tied a leather band around them. He was thinking about what he should store them in and how he would ensure their survival for the next seven hundred years. He stood, stretched and walked towards his bed with the scroll in his hands. He would sleep with it in his bed for the rest of the night and worry about what to do with them the next day. He guessed by what he knew now he had at least a few years to sort all of that out.

He slept soundly for the first time in many months, and he dreamed of the knowledge he now possessed.

Constantine The Great