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Dirt To Clay

By: Middy

Pandamonium At The Colleseum

Chapter 1:


The air was filled with a white sand drift, carried by the wind. You could see distinctive swirls and clumps arising from the ground shot in all directions. The sheild plate casted vibrations throughought my whole body from the sounds the audience was making. So many thoughts running through my head that i cant focus on one thing so my mind is more clear. The sun was cooking the earth lifting up the natural smells and rotting body parts from the battles the days before this. At a glance the tan dirt was almost stained red from the slaves and warriors blood. Broken chains, splintered wood, consessions from the crowd that had been thrown at the gladiators. There was something more than this, something more for me. 

In a few degrees of the earths rotation i will be in battle when i should be gathering for my son. The men that awaited outside the big ironclad gate wanted to kill me with full intentions and never think twice about it. I have to do the same. Its only been 7 night passings that i was gathering the wood to add on to my home where me and my son layed our heads for slumber. I could feel the gravel rattle under my sandles, so i looked up. I could see 6 horses all with young drunk roman soldiers mounted on their backs. The swords and armor shined in the noon lighting, glaring in my eye. As they came closer i ran to the kitchen were Arillious was making the smoked ham. "Son no time to know why, or ask questions. You have to do as i say as soon as im done saying it, ok?" his headed bobing with a confused gaze on his eyes. " Remember i said sometimes the hardest things in life are for the better. This is one of those times. You need to run out the back door and do not turn your head back for one second. You run til you see the sunrise and sunset 3 times then you stop. You find the nearest town. Go, now!" As i wiped the tear off my sons cheek, then my own. "Always remember i love you more than life itself and as hard as it will be durring this time always remember that, and that im always going to be inside your heart." When i turned back to head out the front the first soldier was already dismounted, "Sir, the roman army is in need of your service," the fatter, youngest soldier chuckled. "You need to leave your belonings and come with me," the men got off and headed towards me, the closest one with a pair of old rusted shackles and wrist restrictions. He threw them next to my feet, "put them on!" I already knew what this out come was going to be they have been doing this for ages, for there own entertainment. I bent down because it was going to happen either way as my head became horizontal to the ground, i could feel the shaft of a sword crack the back of my skull. My eyes could barley make out the scenery just glimpses off the new foundation i had built go up in flames. 

I woke up groggy several hours later, to a man wish ony a deer skin undergarment on urinating on the ground on the back wall. Surrounded by Iron bars, and the sounds of the dogs getting closer i knew i didnt have much time. You only have one shot at surving the day no more chances and most to do it all over again to see how far you can make it. I wasnt going to spend my life doing this. or in this place. My son needed me as much as i needed him, i had to figure away to escape. The ideas ran through me just as quickly as the gaurds were asking for me at the door. I knew what i had to do. 

The mumbling from the announcer started to get drowned out by the applause of the crowd. That meant that it was showtime for them. The chants and the boos were distant now as i took one last deep breathe. As my chest was exhaling the gate was lifting up. There were 4 of us the other 3 just as beaten and battered as the men in the dungeon. I scanned my surroundings, observing every little detail in the structure, the crowd, the gaurds, and most importantly the opponents. There were 8 of them all dressed in a different metallic costume, mask, and a different weapon of their choice. We were only covered by our deer skin pants and a rusted metal shield on my chest and back plate. With a arms length, dull sword. I couldnt pay much attention to the other slaves i did see 2 heads roll in my perefireals. They were shortly coming for me. I seen the closest guy had a double headed spear, trying to line up a single throw on me. I ran at him in a zig zag motion, ducking low, and getting high spuraticly. As i approached him i threw my sword in front of his eyes and in one motion jump in the air lunging at him. Delivering a distinctive hard right hand followed by a left hook, that stumbled him. On his back step i picked up his spear and thrusted it into his throat, dead center. A fountain of red blood fell as quickly as his body hit the dirt with a quick splatter on impact. I picked up his little dagger quickly when i seen the 2nd soldier rushing at me with a 3 pronged trident that was no longer silver but a blackish-red color. I spun my body with his momenteum leaving me to his back and slitting his throat as i passed. I didnt even look back the sound of his trident crashing to the ground was enough evidence for me. 

Then the plan dawned on me. I ran back over to the spear, placed my foot on his chest and pulled out the spear with both hands. Splintered i threw everything i had so it would stick halfway into the wall where there was a break in the seating. My momentum led me to the ground i rolled with the drenched blade in my hand cutting the vein of the foot passing my eyes. I stumbled and got back upto my feet. Breatheing heavy and not much left in me i ran with all the spirit left in me leaving the remaining soldiers behind me for the moment. Only 2 steps away from the thrown spear i leaped and used the spear as a step and cleared the wall into the audience. I could see the confusion and comotion i have caused. the civilians leaping over chairs, people chasing me. Throwing anything they could get their greasy buttered hands on in my direction. I was close to the last row and i jumped over the edge. By the grace of god there was a flag(more detail) that i could grab for a slick second with my dyed red and wet hands, to slow my motion down before i hit the stacked bails of hay. When i looked behind me as i leaped all i remember seeing is grown women and men fighting each other, smoke barreling through a few openings, the screams of the innocent, and the cries of the elders. 

The impact of the fall shattered my leg; once i hit solid ground. I couldnt stop though they would kill me before i would even know where itd came from, or who. 2 black mustangs were stomping their back hooves in the dirt creating a sound letting me know of their presence. I hobbled within the shadows to the mustangs and cut the rope andd rode off taking off in to (door). We were riding like the sunset upon another unforsaken land. 

I knew where my son would head (town) we had a long lost relitive ther and i knew he could make it, so that was the only direction i plan on heading.Taking the enemy grounds by storm and be there for my son. I had the training and experience i used to lead there most feared militia in all the land. Over 1,000 victories and one defeat and gave up after that, but that is not possible now.

I knew it wouldnt be long til the legion was after me. I had to make one stop before i set off on this adventure through war torn land. The legion contacted me before my arrival to the collesuem. They wanted me to join there militia to fight against the enemies. All i cared about was raisinng my son and not fighting any more. The legeion has never been told no before but i was not gonna let any one else decide my destiny. I would have to pass Le Frome wich has the biggest battle of the war taking place, and where the majority of the troops shall be stationed. 

I dont need many supplies to manage but there are a few escentials that i need to pick up from my brothers house.

Alotof editing to do but first exerpt...