If you see fields ... you are already dead (first arrival, closed)
Commodus was dead by his own blade; it seemed fitting. But Maximus, husband of a murdered wife, father of a murdered son, solider of the true Emperor, knew he wasn't far behind. He could see his family waiting for him in the fields of Elysium, which looked, he knew, like his home.
"Maximus."
He started.
"Maximus."
"Quintas." He could muster the focus for a last few moments. "Free my men. Senator Gracchus is to be reinstated. The dream that was Rome will be realized. These are the wishes of Marcus Aurelius."
But it wasn't into the dirt of the floor of the great Coliseum that he fell, but the cobbles of the streets of Hauvratat. This wasn't Elysian Fields at all. But he was still dying, bleeding from a punctured lung, the wound hidden by his armor.
"Maximus."
He started.
"Maximus."
"Quintas." He could muster the focus for a last few moments. "Free my men. Senator Gracchus is to be reinstated. The dream that was Rome will be realized. These are the wishes of Marcus Aurelius."
But it wasn't into the dirt of the floor of the great Coliseum that he fell, but the cobbles of the streets of Hauvratat. This wasn't Elysian Fields at all. But he was still dying, bleeding from a punctured lung, the wound hidden by his armor.