My eyes adjusted to the new and darker scene. It was the great hall in where the day before, I was made emperor at the age of 17. My hands were being held by the same barbarian who knocked me out. He led me to where my coronation took place and there seated on my throne was an enormous man in weight and who had the same beard as the man holding me. The only thing that was different was that this man had a patch over his eye and a scar on his left check. The scar ran from his forehead to his check. It was deep and covered in other life cuts. By the look of his face you could tell this man was a cold blooded killer. “Romulus Augustus” his voice was strident and confident. “I am Odoacer the barbarian the conquerer of Rome.” His men road and cheered
