A.D. 474

You have just wiped out another kingdom in cold blood. It was your destiny, after all. As you make your way to Rome.. Something calls to you. You brush it off, assuming it was some sort of guilt. Now isn't the time to develop a heart, you tell yourself.

Before you stands the stunning Apennine Mountains. As you climb, you feel the air getting thin. Your breathing gets strained. But that doesn't stop you. After all, it's too late to turn back. Right? You climb to a high plateau, and stop to take a rest. By now, you are high above the clouds, the sunrise visible clearly. You feel the presence of something very, very strong. You stand up, and draw your sword.