[ EU ] Write about an event in history , but the catch is that the reader should n't know what the event is until the last word of the story .

I've always believed destruction was romantic; beautiful. Taking something imperfect and bringing it to oblivion. It started days ago; the mayhem, the chaos. The end of our imperfect world so it might be rebuilt. Built into something beautiful, something proper. 
 
 The Senate would never approve what the city needs. But I do n't need the senate. All I need is to save my city; by destroying it first. All I needed was fire and fiddle. 
 
 A symphony of destruction. Harmony and discord. The melodies of my fiddle to the beauty of flame purging the city; my city. Rome. 
 
 ( First post, please be nice! )
