Long Live Charlemagne

It is about 7 AM in the dawn bathed, green hills of Aachen. The emperor of the Franks, Charlemagne, is lying in his bed dying of pleurisy. He fell ill seven days ago and has since taken to his bed, and withered to a weak, weak man. He once stood incredbly tall and great for his time, at 6'2". His prescence frightened people, which allowed for hime to become a great king, and rule over great lands.

Last Year, knowing his end will soon come, Charles the Great called his son Louis the Pious to his throne. There Louis was made co-emperor with a crown set upon his head by Charlemagne himself. After that Louis was sent back to Aquitane and Charlemagne spent the fall hunting. In January he returned to Aachen ill and depressed about his future.

To Charlemagne this final moment ,in late January of 814, was his last. He would never see his son or his empire ever again. Darkness and eternal sleep was waiting for him. One more breath, he thought, and he'd die. How he was severly mistaken.