Aurelius Magnus has not yet been stolen by the Sun and Moon.
He has not yet led the Empire of Astandalas into what will later be hailed as a golden age, nor met the man whose friendship and loyalty will be celebrated in legend for two thousand years.
He has not yet even earned the epithet "Magnus."
He is only Aurelius, twenty-one years old and already six years an emperor. War is all he has ever known.
Until now.