Julius rose earlier than usual because of his wife. She woke him and asked him to stay with her today, told him she was scared for his life. Julius laughed and told her that his life was always in danger. Of course he wouldn’t think twice of it! How foolish for such a powerful man to even think that his life was never in danger! He was almost angry about it. But he had more important things to think of, even at this early time in the morning. 

After a light breakfast in the beautiful gardens and visiting with some of his closest advisors his attitude had not improved. They told him they were frightened for his life. That the rumors were escalating. Julius told them that he knew the rumors. He was even more upset now. He told his advisors and friends that he would be going through this day, just as any other. Let his foes know that the rumors and threats did nothing but encourage him to crush them! Julius figured that being the most powerful man in Rome, and most likely in the world, made him almost a god!

Everything was going how it usually did on these kind of days. It was beautiful, that was for sure. Julius Caesar was joyful to be alive. He looked down at his hands, rough still from the life of war and reveled in the pride of being alive through it all. He looked across the garden on the balcony and smiled in joy at the sight of Rome. His Rome. 

Before he knew it the time to go to the senate was upon him. He had reviewed everything that the senate was proposing, everything he had to tell them and everything that he would propose to them. A doctor came and visited him before the occasion and told Julius it would be best for him to stay in his quarters because of a dizzy spell that he had been having lately, but Julius simply told the man that he would relax when the duty of Rome had been done. 

Julius’s most trusted man, Marcus Brutus, lead him into the senate. The second that Julius Caesar walked powerfully into that room, the men stood in honor and respect for Julius. After a few moments of listening to one of the men ask to recall his brother from exile the men crowded around to offer their thoughts. Julius just waved the man away but when doing so the man, his name Tillius Cimber, grabbed him by the toga and shoulder while Julius yelled at the violence. At same time another man, Casca, produced a dagger and stabbed at Caesar’s neck. Caesar deflected the blow while yelling at the men asking what in the hell they thought they were doing! Before Caesar even knew what was happening he had been struck again, and again! He cried out in pain as he saw Brutus’s dagger descend and strike his brow. Blinded by blood he fell upon the cool marble floor. He cried in a frenzy of pain as daggers descended upon his back, staining his white robes in crimson. He tried to get up but his legs gave out as he was kicked back down and stabbed in between the ribs. He felt blood filling his mouth as he looked up and saw Brutus brandishing his dagger. Julius Caesar muttered faintly to Brutus, “Et tu, Brute?” You too, Brutus? Brutus replied with a savage stab to the shoulder. 

With in moments the powerful dictator lay in his pooling blood. The men around him rushed out of the senate chambers and Julius Caesar died painfully in his blood. 

-This is a piece of historical short fiction that I decided to write after, actually being inspired by reading a article about Julius Caesar’s assassination. I know that not all of it is exactly historically correct, but nonetheless, it’s written.