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Keith Taylor
Mr. Lockwood
16 May 2006
Ancient Rome Project
Part One
Daily Life in Rome
The future of Rome
depended on the kids of Ancient Rome. How they grew up, and what they were educated in would play an important role for their
future as well as Rome.
When the kids went to school,
they would have to wake up well before sunrise so they could get ready and still be at school before the sun came up. This
wasn’t a hard thing because the parents would do the same for work. The kids would go by candle light to school, and
once they were there would still carry it with them until day break. They would work until noon
and then have lunch. After lunch the kids would have a nap, and then later continue their studies until late afternoon.
In earlier times, the boys
would be taught by their fathers. They taught them how to read and write, Roman law, history, and training for war in later
years. The most important things to them was reverence to the gods, respect for the Roman law, obedience to the authority
and to be honest. The girls were taught by their mothers how to spin, weave, and sew.
Around 200 B.C., the Romans
looked into the Greek teachings, and this resulted in the Romans adopting the Greek ways of teaching. After this, and with
the father’s permission, the boys would then go to school outside of the house about the ages of six or seven. Some
of the girls were allowed, but on average the majority of students were boys.
When the kids got home
from school they played with balls and kites, tiny models of people like gladiators, noble men, and their pets. They also
played tic-tac-toe, walked on stilts, and played a game called “knuckle bones”, which was like jacks, only played
with bones instead.
They
mostly played war-like games. They used wooden swords, and there was never a person that walked away without wounds. The famous
war game was lusus troiae, or Troy. This was a team game that involved forcing
players across a line. The girls would mostly play board games, play with balls, and sometimes lift weights. They also played
with rag dolls and wax and clay dolls. There were even some with jointed arms and legs.
The days of the week went
much like they do today. The Roman Republic
used a “market week” of eight days which was marked as A to H in the Roman calendar. Since the length was not
a multiple of eight days, the letter for market day, which was on the eighth day and was known as “nundinal letter”,
was changed every year. This market cycle was a key cycle in the daily life because it was the day that everybody came to
town and mingled around in shops and with each other.
The days of the week were
named after the planets. They were similar to French and Spanish days of the week. The days were;
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Sunday – Dies Solis (Day of the Sun)
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Monday – Dies Lunae (Day of the Moon)
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Tuesday – Dies Martis (Day of Mars)
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Wednesday – Dies Maercuri (Day of Mercury)
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Thursday - Thursday
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Friday – Dies Veneris (Day of Venus)
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Saturday – Dies Saturni (Day of Saturn)
The months were:
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January – Janus, Roman god of doors, beginnings, sunset and
sunrise.
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February – Februase was the Latin name meaning to purify. On
the 15th they would ask for forgiveness of their sins.
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April – Aprilis
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May – Maia, Roman goddess, mother of Mercury.
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June – Juno, chief goddess.
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July – Renamed for Julius Caesar in 44 B.C, he was born in
this month.
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August – Renamed in 8 B.C. for Augustus Caesar.
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September – Locto, Latin for seven.
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October – Octo, Latin for eight.
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November – Novem, Latin for nine.
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December – Decem, Latin for ten.
There were many levels of clothing and many articles of clothing in ancient Rome.
The women who were married wore a stola, which was a long dress with a colored border around the neck. The wealthy, as well
as the high-status women had all their cloths died in colors that showed they were rich because the dye was very expensive.
Their clothing was mad out of fine materials, which were expensive as well. The most common were silk and muslins. They wore
leather sandals that were brightly colored for inside use. The street shoes were made of leather but offered more protection
because the majority of the foot was covered. A lot of their shoes and sandals were decorated with jewels and pearls.
The men wore a tunic which
was made out of two pieces of wool sewn together that was not dyed. The tunic was belted at the waist leaving enough wool
to cover the
knees.
What was on your tunic represented what class you were in. Working men and slaves had the same type of tunic, which was made
out of dark wool. Men of the equestrian class had two thin red stripes on each side going from top to
bottom. The tunics with large stripes on each side were men in the senatorial class. Not all slaves had plain tunics however.
Some kitchen slaves wore more elegant tunics with gold necklaces.
The breakfast in ancient
Rome was very simple. They would have bread and water. The rich would have honey
on the bread and have side dishes like fruit, cheese, olives and raisins. In the morning there would be bread passed out to
the poorer people, and the men who were poor and had jobs would grab their share and eat it on the way to their work. The
main meal for the Romans was dinner. To them it was the main meal of the day and the women would spend hours preparing for
dinner. The usual was bread fruit and vegetables. The poor would only have bread and the rich and high-class citizens would
have either pork, chicken, rabbit, or fish with the same breakfast side dishes. When important and special occasions happened
like celebration or an important political guest came for dinner, they would eat exotic meats like giraffe and/or flamingo.
One of the most famous Roman cooks was Apicius.
Family life in Rome was ruled a Paterfamilias. The father was the head
of the family and all powerful over the contents of his house. A wife was like
a slave, however, the wife was in charge of bringing up the children until they began schooling. When a marriage took place,
it was usually for finance or political reasons. The day of the wedding, the groom arrived with his family at the spouse’s
house. Then, they went to the nearest shrine, offered a sacrifice, and read the omens to see if the gods approved of the wedding.
Shrines would be at every house and wars also for worship, and remembering the families and ancestors. Wealthy Romans
would have the same design for their house. The front door would open up into a hall which had an opening to the sky and a
pool in the middle of the floor. The rooms were big and elegant rather than cramped; however, a majority of the Romans lived
in a poor and crowded city. The basic house consisted of a courtyard, which was surrounded by rooms. These houses were mainly
built with limestone, tufa, and brick which was usually used for corners. The roofs were covered with rectangular tiles called
tegulae, which were about 45 by 60cm. Windows were usually a slit in the outside wall.
The cooks were valued in the house. They were usually slaves so the kitchen was thought unimportant. They usually had
a big oven and sink. The oven was built from brick with flat surfaces. The fire was on the bricks and the food was hung above
in a pot or put in a grid iron to grill.
Toilets were drained away into a pot. Only the public toilets had sewers. The slaves would bury the waste or throw
the pots in an alley to dispose of them. The bathrooms were gathered around in the courtyard, and they had small windows.
Lighting was provided by candles or oil lamps. The lamps had one spout with a wick in it. The oil was soaked up the wick to
the end and this was lit.
Along the streets were many shops. There were street-side shops with mostly food supplies, and household items to sell.
In the main shopping center, food and house items, toys for children, and clothing for the family were sold. The blacksmith
and carpenter were usually nearby.
The bars were small rooms. You were able to buy a refreshing meal, and a hot drink like tea, or buy wine, which was
most common.
Within each city you had your many classes. The peasants were above the slaves, but in importance, almost equal to
slaves. Next, came noblemen, priests, and their sacrificial assistants, which were usually young boys training under the priest.
Finally there was the senator. He would be escorted by men who carried an axe and a bundle of rods. This showed they can execute
or punish people.
There were many types of jewelry that the citizens wore. There were rings, bracelets arm-bands, necklaces, pendants,
amulets and earrings of all types. The size was what mattered, the quality didn’t mean much.
When it came to the army, only Roman citizens could sign up. This would make people want to become
a Roman citizen to gain the honor of fighting for Rome. When a citizen joined,
they were not allowed to marry. When in battle they would throw a unique spear called a puilm. Then they would draw their
swords and tap them against their shields as a death promise. They would then charge the enemy and engage in battle. There
was one centurion for every eighty men who the centurions were in charge of. When the army marched they would go at least
twenty miles before setting up camp.
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Part 2: Why Was Rome So Great?
There are many reasons why Rome is considered the best civilization yet. To start out, the Roman architecture
was great. The Romans were inspired by Greek architecture. They used the classical architecture the Greeks used, but also
added some of their own style. The Greek and Roman architectures are often classified as one class of architecture. The Romans
started innovation in the first century BC by using, for the first time, concrete that was stronger and more available than
the stone they used. Tile-covered concrete was later the style rather than the marble layers. Soon after this, more spectacular
buildings began to be constructed with giant pillars supporting broad arches and domes. In the first and second century BC,
tiling the floors in homes and shops began emerging as well as tiling of walls and grottoes in a pictorial design. Among the
best buildings in ancient Rome was the Colosseum, which was originally known as the Flavian Amphitheater. This theater was
capable of seating 50,000 fans and spectators to view the gladiatorial battles held there. The Emperor Vespasian initiated
the order of this building. About nine years into the construction Vespasian died, and his son Titus took over the job and
became Emperor. The construction of the Colosseum was finished in 80 AD. The Colosseum was 46 meters high, 188 meters long
and 156 meters wide. The battle floor made of wood and then covered with sand, was 86 meters by 56 meters. The cost of the
Flavian Amphitheater would have been a lot more than the Emperor had. Some historians believe that the looting of King Herod’s
temple in Jerusalem, which happened about 70 AD, financed the construction on the Colosseum. Within the first one hundred
days it was open, Dio Cassius said that 9,000 wild animals were killed. After the first two years, Titus ordered the construction
of the Hypogeum, which was under the Colosseum. It was a two level network of tunnels and cages where the
animals were held and the gladiators would prepare for battle. There were a variety of trap doors in
the floor of the Colosseum that provided access for animals to appear from. It was called the hegmata and was big enough to
allow the occasional use of elephants.
Another one of the great Roman architectural structures is the Pantheon. The Pantheon was built as
a temple in reference to the seven deities of the seven planets in the Roman religion. As of the seventh century the Pantheon
is a Christian church. It is the best-preserved building of all of the Roman buildings and even has its original roof intact.
It was built in 27-25 BC during the third consulship of Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa. On the portico of the building his name
appears and it reads "M-AGRIPPA-L-F-COS-TERTIUM-FECIT" which means " Marcus Agrippa, son of Lucius, council for the third
time, built this." His Pantheon was destroyed by a fire in 80 AD, and was completely rebuilt about 125 AD. This was during
the reign of Emperor Hadrian. In 1609 the Byzantine Emperor Phacos gave the building to Pope Boniface IV, who reconstructed
the inner part into a Christian church. The title, still in use, is the Church of Mary and all the Martyr Saints, which in
their language was Santa Maria ad Martyres. During the reign of Pope Urban VIII, the bronze ceiling was melted down to make
bombards for the fortification of Castel Sant’ Angelo. Some, it is said, were used for some of the cannons. This led
up to the Latin Proverb, "Quod non fecerunt barbari, fecerunt Barberini" which meant, "What the barbarians did not do, the
Barberinis did", the Barberinis is the family name of Urban VIII. Since the Renaissance the Pantheon has been used as a tomb.
The second reason why Rome was so great was because of its powerful legions. Rome owed
its greatness to the legions because it was the legions that protected Rome and they are also
the reason why Rome’s empire got as big as it did. They were trained to be tough
and to fight as
one. The Spartans, who were as tough as they could get, inspired them. Only Roman citizens could sign
up for the job and the chance of being part of the best army in the land. They could not marry however, and the serve time
was twenty to twenty five years. The legion was split into ten Cohorts, each Cohort into Centuries. The first Cohort had five
Centuries of one hundred sixty "crack troops," and the rest were made up of six centuries of eighty men. The centurion in
charge of the first Cohort was the best they had and was called the Primus Pilus. Each legion consisted of five thousand foot
soldiers, with one centurion in charge of eighty men. The centurion’s armor was different than his men, so they could
find him quickly in battle to receive orders. Each centurion carried a stick as a rank confirmation, and used it to punish
the men as well. Instead of the horsehair on their helmet going from front to back like regular soldiers, it went from side
to side. They wore medals on their chest for bravery in battle. The centurions could marry and the wives would live at the
barracks. Instead of marching the centurions rode on horseback.
The highest paid soldiers were the auxiliary cavalry. They got paid more because they had to pay for
the equipment for the horse, as well as buying the horse. The cavalry were men usually trained from Gaul, Holland, and Thrace
because they were horseback civilizations. The cavalry would patrol ahead of the legions guarding the flanks and chasing after
the defeated enemies. They were known as the eyes of Rome.
When Rome fought against an enemy that had great tactics. The legionnaires would, all together, pull
out their specialized spears called pilums. They would have a bullet shape tip that could easily penetrate a shield and armor.
If the pilum hit a shield and got stuck, the shield would
be useless and be thrown to the side because the pilum made it impossible to maneuver. It would get
stuck because on impact it would bend to the side and was not able to be bent back into
shape, unless heated up. The legionnaires would hurl the spears and then tap their swords on the side
of their shields as a taunt. From there they would charge and engage full into the battle with the cavalry watching their
backs. After the battle the legion would gather any used pilums and take them back to camp or town to have a blacksmith bend
the tips back into place and do any necessary repairs.
By the beginning of the first century AD, the Romans had completed most of their empire. All the soldiers
were guarding regions and stopping the occasional rebellion in towns and cities. Most of the wars were defending the great
Roman Empire that was spread over thousands of miles. Nearly 47,000 square miles of roads, spread across the Roman civilization.
At the height of its power, in the first and second centuries AD, the Roman Empire contained two point two million square
miles. Sixty million people claimed citizenship of Rome, and as many as one hundred and twenty million people may have lived
in its boarders. So indeed, all roads lead to Rome.
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Parts 2 & 3
Part Three: A Fictional Character
It’s the year of Constantine’s reign. I am only seven years old and a lot of political
news was exploding on the street. I was walking home from school and I heard one man shout "the edict of Milan will tear Rome
apart" and a women followed with "it is true we must stop this!" I live in a middle class area to the west, one hundred fifty
miles from the Colosseum. My part of town is the only area upset with the whole accepting the Christians ordeal. My neighbours
on both sides are Christians however, they are probably the only Christians in the area. As I approached my house my best
friend Anton Marcellus flew out from around a corner with his wooden shield and sword in his hands. As I got closer three
boys came after him with their swords ands shield. I could now see what was happening, they were playing Troy, and my team
was loosing. Troy is a brutal game played in teams. The main object is to eliminate each opponent by dragging them across
a line. It didn’t matter how, just as long as you succeeded. My team was called the Centurions, after the rank, in the
army and our daily opponents were the Brutes. I dropped my school stuff and ran to the barrel that was abandoned next to our
house two days ago. The barrel was now my armoury and I opened the lid and pulled out my sword and shield. I waited until
Anton passed and then I jumped out. "Were goanna kill you, you stupid chicken!" "Not if I can help it… and he’s
not a stupid chicken!" Anton turned around and said in a thankful voice "Seraph…what took so long?" "I had to go to
the bathroom…what are the odds?" "It’s only me and you versus those thr-e-e..." "Make that four against you two!"
"Hey we killed you!" "So what…your friend joined so I get another life" it was then time to play dirty. "Okay! New game
called death match. The one hit with the sword, you’re dead, starting now!" "Your first chicken!" One of them was running
at Anton first and the other three at me. I dove in front of Anton just in time to block
the sword and hit the Brute in the ribs." Yeah one down three to go Seraph" "Take the left I got the
middle" I ordered while we charged into the battle. Anton slide under the left side Brute and planted one in the back. I blocked,
lunged, and threw my shield at the middle Brute. "That’s it Seraph, your going down!" He threw his sword, then his
shield at me and grabbed the wooden spear from his back. I caught his sword and looked him straight
in the eye, things slowed up and I began to duck. I looked up as his spear passed over my head, and I took the attack opportunity.
I jumped towards him while gliding one sword against his spear to block it while throwing the other one at his stomach. He
was down. I turned to see Anton meet face to face with the remaining Brute. Anton pressed the attack but was deflected and
got a sword to his left leg. I began to charge. Three blocks and a counter attack landed the last Brute onto the ground. "Seraph,
dinner’s ready, get in here now!" "Yes mother, you almost had him Anton, see you tomorrow, okay?" "All right, bye."
As I entered the house my Father said, "Hey there’s my boy. What did you learn at school?" "Well, we talked about what
Constantine is doing and why." Then from outside we heard a few loud shouts and screams. My father looked out the window and
then darted out the door. There were two soldiers harassing our neighbours who were Christians. One soldier yelled, "Give
us some money and we will let you live." My father walked up and replied, "These people have done nothing to you. Let them
be." The larger soldier replied, "Don’t tell me what to do. You can thank your little friend here for signing your death
card." The soldier then pulled out his sword. As he swung the sword, my father tackled him to the ground. The other soldier
started towards my father as he started to get up off the ground. What happened next, I’m not certain of what
happened next, but I know I never saw my father alive again. As he lay there on the
ground my life changed.
My name is Seraph Octavos and this is my story.
Thirteen years have passed since that remorseful day. Since, my family had no income we were forced
into poverty. My mother, however, is a baker so we have bread every day. At the age of twenty, I have found a job. I’m
joining the army, to be a legionnaire to be exact. They wouldn’t let me pass into the rank as centurion in my training
because, from my point of view, my instructors didn’t want a poor low life at a higher rank than they. I have received
my first pay and I bought some chicken for my family. " I hope you didn’t steal that Seraph. I wouldn’t want to
return it after we ate it." " No mother I was paid today so I thought we could have something from the old days." "Well that
sounds like a good idea, I will get it started and you go fetch some water." " Alright, I’m going to swing by Anton’s
house to see if he wants to join us tonight for a celebration." I walk out the door and look back at my mother. She has the
same face she did thirteen years ago when my father was murdered. I know she doesn’t want to lose me like my father,
but I was trained unlike my father and I know how to handle myself. I get to Anton’s house and see his wife Kafka, peering
out the window. " Hey, long time no see pal, how you been?" " Not bad, and I can tell you’re doing fine yourself." "
So what have you been up to Seraph?" " Well, Sir Anton," Anton was a Centurion and was in charge of my regiment. " I have
just been accepted under your command and I was wondering if you’d come celebrate with me." " Oh so your one of my new
grunts eh? Hey honey, I’ll be back in a little while all right?" "Sure thing Anton but hurry dinner is almost ready."
Anton and I head back to my house and grab a pail of water on the way. " Hello Miss Octavos" Anton said.
"Hello dear, the chicken has thirty minutes and it’ll be done, Seraph." There was a
knock at the door. " Seraph Octavos and Anton Marcellus, you are to report to the armoury in one hour."
"Well sounds like we have patrol tonight Seraph. I’ve got to go get ready I’ll see you there." " Alright, Sir."
When the chicken was done I ate my share fast and gathered my gear. " Be safe dear, and whatever happens, return to me." "
Mother, its only patrol, but I will return to you, no matter what." I walked out of the door and headed to the armoury. I
arrive and I have ten minutes to spare. "Gear up, we’re heading out early!" Well, being a legionnaire isn’t easy.
We arrive at the frontier and are being divided up into groups. Each group has ten soldiers, and Anton is checking with each
outpost that was made up. About two and a half hours pass and we have no signs of any rebels or foreign enemy’s. " To
the right, shields up men, here they come!" "Ah, it hurt’s, get it out, get it out!" Chaos begins and we can’t
see what’s happening. It is nine o’clock and there is no moon out. " Incoming, night arrows!" I quickly hold up
my shield over my head and hear the arrows breaking and bouncing off the shield. I look forward and see a mass of rebels charging.
" Seraph I’m going to get help, you’re in charge!" " Yes sir, form up men, and prepare for battle!" "March double
time! Ready, charge!" We engaged the enemy with at least two hundred men less than them. Our shields met with theirs and their
swords clashed with ours. For every five rebels death, one legionnaire would fall. One after another fell at my feet as we
met. We were both at the same amount of troops, our reinforcements were still far away and theirs had just arrived. " Regroup
into empty squares," I ordered as their cavalry approached rapidly. "Sir they will flank us within minutes, what will we do
about that?" "We will continue fighting till the death, be it them or us." "Auxiliary troops on the left, incoming arrows!"
It seemed like thousands of arrows were launched into the air. As we formed up and put our shield
over and on top of us, the arrows came down, almost as if the gods were stepping on us. The arrows
hit and some men screamed for life, I thought to myself no one will survive, but we will die a warriors death." As I looked
ahead one of their leaders was charging with a battle-axe. " Disengage men. Fight for your family, for your brethren, and
fight for Rome!" We charged once more and for the final time. I took out five soldiers to face the leader of this battle.
Block after block, we were evenly matched. I drop my shield and pull out my dagger. It’s my two blades against his axe.
I hurl my sword towards him; he blocks and then goes for the counter attack. At this moment I remember my last great defeat
in my first game of Death Match. I jumped to the left side and stuck my dagger in the side of his ribs. Then I spun to the
right and slid my sword across his neck causing blood to spray all over me. I turn and see Anton with the reinforcements.
There is a sharp pain in my back and then my left arm. I’ve been hit with one arrow. It’s gone into my upper back
just on the left side of my shoulder, through my body and stuck into my arm. I fall to my knees. Everything is happening fast
and everything is blurry. Everything goes black. I wake up on a carriage inside of a cage. I don’t know what’s
happening or what’s happened. "Sir what is going on?" The man driving replies in an irritated voice, "you’re going
to be sold as a gladiatorial slave, what’s it to you?" " I am a Roman legionnaire, let me go!" " Well you sure don’t
look like one." I look at my clothes and all I have on is my undergarments. Someone has taken my armour and cloths off, and
hit me with a pot or something. I feel my head and I have a slight bruise. I looked at my arm and there are stitches were
the arrow was. It takes five hot days and five cold nights to get to the slave camp. I am awaked with a man yelling at me
to get up. " You’d better get up before
you get a fat lip boy!" He unlocks the cage and I get out. I’m instructed to get in line with
the others and then a man walks down the line. He picked three in the middle and then the man next to me as well as myself.
" Those that I have chosen go get some water and food, then get rested up for this afternoon, you’ll need it." The man
said this in three languages, one in Egyptian, one in Latin, and the other I have never heard before. We did as he said and
when we were done resting we were escorted to a big chamber with ropes, bars and other obstacles. "You will begin your training
here," he shouted and we were all greeted with a trainer. " What is your name?" " My name is Seraph Octavos, and you?" " As
for now I will be called Sir John. We will start out with twenty push-ups and sit-ups. Then we will see your skills with a
weapon. When I got through with the exercise I was handed a wooden sword. I was being matched up with an Irish slave. When
the match started he swung aimlessly at my direction and I dodged every time. He then stopped and ran towards me. He slashed
his sword side to side, angle to angle at me again, but he was to slow and I was to fast. Then he made the mistake I was waiting
for. He raised his sword high in the air. I charged, ducked, rolled and then laid the wooden sword across his stomach. I passed
the test and made it into the real training. I knew the only way I would be able to see my mother again was to win my freedom.
" Good Seraph, very good. Tomorrow we will begin your training to become a gladiator." I then went to bed and had a dream
about the battle with the rebels. I knew that Anton arrived but I didn’t know if he defeated the rebels or fell like
I did. Weeks went by and my training was no harder than that of the legions training. After three months, I was being pushed
past the limit and was matched up against two men to walk away successful. I had one final test and that was against four
fellow trainee gladiators. It was free for all and the match only lasted
thirty seconds. When I was against the last man I blocked twice, and landed a counter attack on his
head. I was now a gladiator and I was matched up in three days against a net man. I won each match and climbed my way to the
top rankings within a month and a half. I fought wild animals and men, and sometimes both at once. I was then advertised to
be in a tournament that could give me my freedom. I went into the first three of five matches with success and won. I was
now going to be pined up with one of the best in the ring. The match started out with our introductions and then the fight
began. We pranced in circles staring each other in the eyes. It was a hot day and I could already feel the beads of sweet
rolling down my body. We were dressed in chained armour and I had a shield and a long sword. My opponent had a double blade
axe with a chain attached to its middle and cuffed to his hand so that when he threw it he could reel it in. Our weapons contacted
many times before I was able to manage a flesh wound. The crowed was giving double encouragement and were taunting more as
well. The man rolled and jumped forward and tore my shirt. I quickly laid a counter attack along his face, stunning him and
allowing me to box him to the ground. I was now in the final match. " The best match yet to come. Seraph against the Impeller,
Noon tomorrow. You won’t want to miss out," was what children were paid to spread around Rome. The matches before the
final were at different amphitheatres. This was my first at the Colosseum. As I walked into the arena flower pedals streamed
through the sky. Tigers were walking the circle and there were elephants standing in the middle. The animals were led out
by their trainers and the fight was under way. " The fight you have all been waiting for starts…NOW!" The Impeller threw
two spears towards me. I dodged and kicked dirt up. As the dust cloud drifted away I jumped out and attacked. Every attempt
was ineffective. Then he tried to get a successful counter
attack but failed as well. I then decided to attempt what Anton did so many years ago against the last
Brute. I upper cut then swung to the right to split his stomach open an inch. I used the handle of the sword on his head then
pulled out my dagger and threw it. It wiped through the air towards his body. " tshh…I cannot go on. I surrender to
you mighty Seraph." " Then I will spare you and let you be on your way." Then a man walked out with a bone in his hand and
said " Seraph Octavos, I give you your earnings and your freedom, congratulations." I walked to the gate and the guards let
me pass. I forced my way through the fans towards my house. When I arrived I could smell the fresh bread. I walked into the
door to greet my mother, Anton and Kafka. " I said I would be back…Mother." " I knew he would bring you back" she replied
followed by Anton" Indeed he did" I then questioned, " who is…he?" "Why he is the Lord, God the father."
The End
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