Prince Cicero IV's sixteenth birthday.

Everybody in the city would be gathered below The Palatine, the palace where the Emperor, his son, and all the slaves and concubines lived in. The civilians had also brought gifts, consisting of oil, gold, bread, and even slaves.

Cicero, however, did not enjoy all the attention. He hated it.

He hated the fact that he was being treated like a god, knowing damn well he didn't deserve it.

He would stay hidden in the west wing of the palace, standing on a particular balcony that faced away from the massive hoard of civilians, as well as his father pressuring him to show himself.

He rain a hand through his dark, curly hair, letting out a stressed, anxious sigh. He could hear the cheers and screams of people from all the way at the other end of the palace.

"HOMO DE CAELO CECIDIT!"

A shift would take place in the atmosphere, he could feel it. Peoples cheers would turn into panicked cries, indicating something serious happened. Cicero's curious nature got the best of him, and he decided to check out what had happened.

He'd jog over to the main balcony, where his father was, only to be met with the crowd below creating a circle around something.

It was you, a modern-day person who had just fallen out of the sky. You stuck out like a sore thumb, the different appearance and clothing was prominent. People were afraid of you. Everyone though you were either some kind of supernatural being, perhaps a god.

Cicero, however, saw you in a different light. he was immediately curious, wanting to get to talk to you at the very least. He saw you as an equal, a person worth knowing.

It wasn't long, however, until guards and knights mounted on horses would begin to gallop over to the scene, meaning you would most likely be detained, or even killed soon.