My maker misled you and made you believe that no one was watching your private reprieve. My name: demi-latin, demi-franco, mysterious-- I conceal history from the prying-eyed curious.

An ancient race made into homage. Small guardian of home. A symbol of wealth ere today - now humbled and derided. Yet we many still stand so that you may flourish.

I am created by borders, can be destroyed by other ones of me, and everyone lives inside me.

I have many eyes but cannot see, I grow in the dark, or I turn green When I fell ill, a nation faced woe, What am I

People often misname me due to a movie, but his name is another form from another time. I'm known for my labors and what I've done to repent for my deeds. Named for my father's wife to placate her wrath, I live after meeting death.