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On the birth of Eternity

You know what? History has a curious way to work. Sometimes, from the biggest catastrophe could give birth the biggest hope. Sometimes, bad men create very good things. All that it takes its an opportunity.

Surely you remember "Gens Julia", the family of Marius, Caesar and Augustus, one of the most noble, rich and powerful of Rome, the conquerors of the Republic and the founders of the Empire...

But several centuries before Caesar, there was a big city in Anatolian Peninsula named Troy. Actually the 7th city of Troy, chanted by Homer in one of his two great poems "Iliad" (because they also called it "Ilio"). Troy was declared war by Great King Agamemnon of Miccena, after one of its princes Paris, supposedly took Helen, wife of Meleaus, King of Sparta and Brother of the Great King. The resoult of that war (another day we'll talk about Troyan war I promise) was the utterly destruction of the city and the slaughter of all people whitin it... Well, not everyone, because Aeneas, son of Anquises and Venus Aphrodita, gathered a group of troyans and they parted from the city to the unknown. After a few years in Carthage with Queen Dido (to whom the Fenician called Elisabeth) Aeneas, his people and his son Julus Ascanius, arrived to Italian Peninsula. There they founded a city, named Alba Longa. (Julus happened to be the founder of gens Julia, by the way, which was a very good thing if one wanted to be a politician in Rome, as Caesar knew very well)

One of the descendants of Julus was Rhea Silva, daughter of Numitor. During his reing, his brother Amulius gave a coup the etat, murdered Numitor's son and heir, and became king of Alba, forcing Rhea Silva to became herself in a Vestal virgin.  But Mars, God of War and Brutality was in love with Silva, and one day he raped her in a woods. She got pregnant, and when Amulius realized this, gave the order to bury her alive, and kill her two sons, Romulus and Remus. Finally, the servant ordered to assassinate them, only left the couple near of Tiber river. There, the God of the river got mercy on kids, and send a shewolf that had lost her puppies, to gave Romulus and Remus milk and raise they.
Today, after the intervention of one Pope, we could se "The twins getting feed by the capitolinan Shewolf" but probably "Luperca" the shewolf was a Whore that heard the cries of babies and adopted they.

Several years after, Romulus and Remus discovered their true identity after talked whit Faustulus the shepherd, and went to Alba, killed Amulius, and reestablished Numitor in throne to avenge their mother,.

They came to the Lazio Region, at the center of Italian Peninsula, and among 7 hills, Romulus drawn the lines of a city, forbidding anyone to cross these borders without his permission. Remus, thinking he was above that law, crossed the border in a show o defiance, and Romulus killed him.

After that, he sent a word to anyone who have been expelled of their cities, or tribes, and lots of shepherds, rapists, farmers, killers, blacksmiths and thieves came to his call (Rome was something of a broad church). Then he chose the worst among those men, 100 bad men, and stablished The Senate. They named the city Rome, honoring their founder. Probably they didn't knew, but that day they were founding the most eternal of eternal cities of the world, and putting the foundations of one of the greatest Empires this world has ever known.

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