Caesar's reforms had damaged the noble class of Rome and the representative of this class, Gaius Cassius Longinus, didn't tolerate the presence of a dictator, who was also a woman, who favored the people instead of the ancient aristocracy that had dominated Rome for centuries. He approached the adopted son of Caesar, Marcus Iunius Brutus, who had always been favored by the dictator herself, and also praised by the latter for his intelligence and his political ability, and convinced him to help him in the conspiracy for the good of freedom. Brutus was an idealist, he was not evil, he loved freedom and being stoic he couldn't appreciate the perpetual dictatorship of Caesar but Cassius, on the other hand, was just a greedy aristocrat who wanted to restore power to the aristocracy and the only way to do so was to assassinate Caesar.
Cicero, Caesar's rival, didn't agree to take part in the assassination, however, he advised the conspirators to also eliminate Marcus Antonius, who would've represented an obstacle for the Republic.
From when the conspiracy began to be planned, strange events occurred in Rome: celestial fires burned randomly in various parts of the sky; solitary birds remained silent in the forum of Rome; the herds of horses that had crossed the Rubicon began to cry; a wren had entered Pompey's Curia carrying a laurel twig and was killed by several crows that arrived instantly; Calpurnia had a nightmare where she saw herself holding Caesar's corpse in her arms.
One night Caesar dreamed of soaring in the sky and met Aeneas who showed her the future of the Roman Empire, showing her the fate of the various kings until the end of days.
Cicero, Caesar's rival, didn't agree to take part in the assassination, however, he advised the conspirators to also eliminate Marcus Antonius, who would've represented an obstacle for the Republic.
From when the conspiracy began to be planned, strange events occurred in Rome: celestial fires burned randomly in various parts of the sky; solitary birds remained silent in the forum of Rome; the herds of horses that had crossed the Rubicon began to cry; a wren had entered Pompey's Curia carrying a laurel twig and was killed by several crows that arrived instantly; Calpurnia had a nightmare where she saw herself holding Caesar's corpse in her arms.
One night Caesar dreamed of soaring in the sky and met Aeneas who showed her the future of the Roman Empire, showing her the fate of the various kings until the end of days.
March 15, 44 BC
Caesar left her mansion along with her escort when she was stopped by Calpurnia, agitated, who told her:
"Don't go, Caesar! Don't go today! Today is that day! The day you die!"
"You seem pretty sure of yourself, what makes you say that?" Caesar asked curiously.
"I saw… I had a dream where I saw you die. Please don't go."
"But they're waiting for you." It was Brutus, who had come to accompany Caesar. "Come on, Caesar, you're epicurean, you won't seriously believe in these superstitions, right? The senators are waiting for you, don't you want to postpone for a dream?"
"Don't listen to him, Caesar!" Calpurnia exclaimed in tears. "Listen to me, my love! Don't go!"
Caesar took Calpurnia and kissed her.
"I love you. I will always love you. May the world condemn me, may the world hate me ... but I will love you forever, Calpurnia. If my destiny is death ... I will accept it."
Caesar followed Brutus leaving Calpurnia in tears. In front of the curia, Caesar ordered her escort to remain outside; so she went in alone with Brutus. All the senators rose to welcome the dictator and waited for her to take her place. The girl then saw one of the senators approach her; he asked:
"Before starting the assembly, I wanted to ask you a question: what is your biggest regret?"
"My biggest regret? A strange question ... but why are you asking?"
"Many of us regret the past but I have always been convinced of your foresight and your political abilities, your reforms have made Rome better and brought peace. But you, who created all this, you, Caesar, have some regret?"
She remained silent, saw the looks of the other senators, all were silent but she immediately noticed that many of them had their heads bowed and were agitated. She thought back to everything she had done to achieve power: she had made deals with the rich; she had obtained an army; she had explored mysterious lands and defeated fierce barbarian peoples; she had carried out massacres and enslaved innocent people for the sole purpose of achieving her purpose; she had confronted her friends; she had loved more than any other woman; she had traveled more than any other man; finally she had gained power.
She sighed.
She looked at all the senators once more and replied:
"Yes. I regret never being able to become the hero of Rome that I wanted to be. I regret killing so many people and causing so much pain. I regret killing my friends and not respecting my enemies enough. But ... my biggest regret is this. I would've preferred not to be a dictator for life ... I know it may seem strange, from me, but from a distance the summit looked so beautiful but now that I'm on it I don't like it."
The man bent down and with a smile he said:
"Thanks and goodbye."
"What?"
Caesar was grabbed by the tunic and pulled down from the chair violently, received the first stab in the neck, the wound was superficial and the girl knew how to defend herself, she managed to fend off the first attacks but in the end she was surrounded and every senator stabbed her . Caesar tried to escape, bleeding and exhausted, they grabbed her and stabbed her again and again, she continued to move, to remain standing, ran towards the only way out and it was then that she saw Brutus, in front of her. The wounded girl froze on seeing Brutus. She smiled. She thought he wanted to help her. She came over, hands bloody, staggering, tears in her eyes and murmured:
"Brutus ... my son ..."
He took the dagger. Caesar's eyes widened. She stopped. She looked into his eyes, they were sad. Brutus's hand trembled but he moved closer to her. He stopped a few steps away. Caesar, looking at him, uttered her last words, with pain and regret:
"You too, Brutus?"
She could fight against everyone but not against her son, if he too had betrayed her then it meant that the end had come. Caesar approached him and exposed her chest. Brutus gave her the coup de grace. Caesar fell to the ground like an ordinary mortal. When that body touched the ground, Brutus had the impression of witnessing the fall of a colossus. Caesar ceased to exist. No longer a demigod but just a mortal woman betrayed by those she had forgiven.
Thus Caesar stopped breathing. She who had won every battle and had defeated every enemy, she could not survive those little men envious and frightened.
Cassius, dagger in hand, spoke these words:
"Never again. Never again will a woman have to set foot in the Senate. Never again will a woman have to lay down the law in Rome. Caesar was the first and will be the last. She has ruined Rome, she has destroyed our values, she has killed other Romans and ruined the Republic with her monarchical ideas. May her name be erased from history!"
Crazy were those men, they came out victorious screaming that Caesar had been killed expecting the ovation of the public and instead chaos broke out. Brutus, by killing Caesar, hoped to have given freedom and instead only started another civil war that would have brought more suffering.
What Happened to Caesar?
All populations, Romans, Greeks, Egyptians, Africans and Jews, celebrated Caesar's funeral, each according to their own customs. Caesar was celebrated. One night of her funeral there was a shooting star. That was the sign that a divine creature had ceased to exist.
Ironic fate played a bad joke on Caesar. Marcus Antonius, one of the girl's most faithful lieutenants, not only fomented the rebellions to have the support of the people but had the cult of Divus Iulius established, but he was not a female ... but a male. It was with this gesture that Marcus Antonius made the last betrayal: he stained the memory of Julius Caesar and handed down the story of a great man instead of the strongest Roman woman who had ever existed.
But the imperial family, of the Julius - Claudia dynasty, refused to forget the real Caesar, even if at the same time the emperors had to accept the figure of Divus Iulius to avoid igniting old rivalries with the Senate.
The name of Caesar left a profound mark on the history of humanity. The exploits of this single Roman were necessary to create a new world. Her name became a symbol of power and excellence, her exploits were emulated by successive rulers up to the great Napoleon Bonaparte, her military campaigns became an example of Roman war excellence and it was only thanks to Caesar if Britain, France and Germany could be ruled by the most memorable rulers in history.
Thus ends the glorious story of Gaius Julius Caesar.
Caesar left her mansion along with her escort when she was stopped by Calpurnia, agitated, who told her:
"Don't go, Caesar! Don't go today! Today is that day! The day you die!"
"You seem pretty sure of yourself, what makes you say that?" Caesar asked curiously.
"I saw… I had a dream where I saw you die. Please don't go."
"But they're waiting for you." It was Brutus, who had come to accompany Caesar. "Come on, Caesar, you're epicurean, you won't seriously believe in these superstitions, right? The senators are waiting for you, don't you want to postpone for a dream?"
"Don't listen to him, Caesar!" Calpurnia exclaimed in tears. "Listen to me, my love! Don't go!"
Caesar took Calpurnia and kissed her.
"I love you. I will always love you. May the world condemn me, may the world hate me ... but I will love you forever, Calpurnia. If my destiny is death ... I will accept it."
Caesar followed Brutus leaving Calpurnia in tears. In front of the curia, Caesar ordered her escort to remain outside; so she went in alone with Brutus. All the senators rose to welcome the dictator and waited for her to take her place. The girl then saw one of the senators approach her; he asked:
"Before starting the assembly, I wanted to ask you a question: what is your biggest regret?"
"My biggest regret? A strange question ... but why are you asking?"
"Many of us regret the past but I have always been convinced of your foresight and your political abilities, your reforms have made Rome better and brought peace. But you, who created all this, you, Caesar, have some regret?"
She remained silent, saw the looks of the other senators, all were silent but she immediately noticed that many of them had their heads bowed and were agitated. She thought back to everything she had done to achieve power: she had made deals with the rich; she had obtained an army; she had explored mysterious lands and defeated fierce barbarian peoples; she had carried out massacres and enslaved innocent people for the sole purpose of achieving her purpose; she had confronted her friends; she had loved more than any other woman; she had traveled more than any other man; finally she had gained power.
She sighed.
She looked at all the senators once more and replied:
"Yes. I regret never being able to become the hero of Rome that I wanted to be. I regret killing so many people and causing so much pain. I regret killing my friends and not respecting my enemies enough. But ... my biggest regret is this. I would've preferred not to be a dictator for life ... I know it may seem strange, from me, but from a distance the summit looked so beautiful but now that I'm on it I don't like it."
The man bent down and with a smile he said:
"Thanks and goodbye."
"What?"
Caesar was grabbed by the tunic and pulled down from the chair violently, received the first stab in the neck, the wound was superficial and the girl knew how to defend herself, she managed to fend off the first attacks but in the end she was surrounded and every senator stabbed her . Caesar tried to escape, bleeding and exhausted, they grabbed her and stabbed her again and again, she continued to move, to remain standing, ran towards the only way out and it was then that she saw Brutus, in front of her. The wounded girl froze on seeing Brutus. She smiled. She thought he wanted to help her. She came over, hands bloody, staggering, tears in her eyes and murmured:
"Brutus ... my son ..."
He took the dagger. Caesar's eyes widened. She stopped. She looked into his eyes, they were sad. Brutus's hand trembled but he moved closer to her. He stopped a few steps away. Caesar, looking at him, uttered her last words, with pain and regret:
"You too, Brutus?"
She could fight against everyone but not against her son, if he too had betrayed her then it meant that the end had come. Caesar approached him and exposed her chest. Brutus gave her the coup de grace. Caesar fell to the ground like an ordinary mortal. When that body touched the ground, Brutus had the impression of witnessing the fall of a colossus. Caesar ceased to exist. No longer a demigod but just a mortal woman betrayed by those she had forgiven.
Thus Caesar stopped breathing. She who had won every battle and had defeated every enemy, she could not survive those little men envious and frightened.
Cassius, dagger in hand, spoke these words:
"Never again. Never again will a woman have to set foot in the Senate. Never again will a woman have to lay down the law in Rome. Caesar was the first and will be the last. She has ruined Rome, she has destroyed our values, she has killed other Romans and ruined the Republic with her monarchical ideas. May her name be erased from history!"
Crazy were those men, they came out victorious screaming that Caesar had been killed expecting the ovation of the public and instead chaos broke out. Brutus, by killing Caesar, hoped to have given freedom and instead only started another civil war that would have brought more suffering.
What Happened to Caesar?
All populations, Romans, Greeks, Egyptians, Africans and Jews, celebrated Caesar's funeral, each according to their own customs. Caesar was celebrated. One night of her funeral there was a shooting star. That was the sign that a divine creature had ceased to exist.
Ironic fate played a bad joke on Caesar. Marcus Antonius, one of the girl's most faithful lieutenants, not only fomented the rebellions to have the support of the people but had the cult of Divus Iulius established, but he was not a female ... but a male. It was with this gesture that Marcus Antonius made the last betrayal: he stained the memory of Julius Caesar and handed down the story of a great man instead of the strongest Roman woman who had ever existed.
But the imperial family, of the Julius - Claudia dynasty, refused to forget the real Caesar, even if at the same time the emperors had to accept the figure of Divus Iulius to avoid igniting old rivalries with the Senate.
The name of Caesar left a profound mark on the history of humanity. The exploits of this single Roman were necessary to create a new world. Her name became a symbol of power and excellence, her exploits were emulated by successive rulers up to the great Napoleon Bonaparte, her military campaigns became an example of Roman war excellence and it was only thanks to Caesar if Britain, France and Germany could be ruled by the most memorable rulers in history.
Thus ends the glorious story of Gaius Julius Caesar.
