This is a short piece I did a couple years back that I considered bringing to novel form, but moved on to something else. It is Pope Leo I's thoughts before he went to meet Attilla the Hun and somehow conviced him to turn back from Rome. Enjoy and critique. I can definitely see where I have improved over the years.
ROME 452 AD-- He is close, Leo thought. He had worked too hard creating order and peace within his own lands to let it go to shambles under the likes of such a man. He knew he would have to go before the vile barbarian before he came and ravaged his city. The Huns were a ferocious and wild bunch. They were led by the foul Attila, the man who had led his despicable armies through Europe destroying most of what lie in their path. It was unfortunate indeed. France had been mercilessly pillaged; he knew his city would come to the same fate if he didn’t intervene. But what would his words mean to this savage? Why would he take audience with the leader of Christianity?
Well, he was the Pope after all. Wasn’t that enough? Not only did he have the support of all the people of Europe, but he had forces with which to combat the invaders. No, he knew. There were not enough. The Hun army was enormous. There would be no stopping it if it were to attempt to take Rome. He would have to try the diplomatic route.
He would have little time before the scourge of God would reach the gates of Rome, less than a year. He needed to stop the violence where it was located now. If he had any chance of saving his city, surely it was through his superior negotiating skills. He would have this barbarian on his knees! His words would inspire divine intervention. The Lord would surely not allow such brutality upon him and his followers. Yet Leo already knew that this was not the case. Attila had already unleashed his men upon many poor countless Christians. Many had died, so many had died. Now he knew it was up to him to save the rest of his people and his city. Rome shall not fall, he thought, never shall it fall.
“Prosper?” Leo murmured.
“Yes?” his assistant replied.
“Get the men and horses ready. We shall meet with this savage fellow and see if he means business. The people of Christianity will be ever under God’s watchful eye, but Rome, I fear, will not be so lucky. God willing, I will be able to save the city and the people. We travel north. Already he has fouled the lands of Italy. We shall stop him there.”
“Yes, your Holiness. I shall give the orders myself,” Prosper answered.
“Excellent,” Leo added, “may God help us in these dark hours."[/i]
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