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The Brave

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My eyes slowly opened, dry and red from the slight sliver of light beaming down from my barred window. My body drenched in sweat from the many fears and life-changing mistakes that haunt me every in my dreams. Though it doesn’t matter if I’m awake or asleep for that. The heat from this accursed land constantly under the sun’s wrath does the job just as good. I was slightly nauseated from the awful smell from the small, thin tailed creatures that lie “defeated” in the corners. Though our fates will be the same in the end, I will brave these harsh temperatures because for my imminent demise will much more glorious.

“Are you awake trash?” I heard from not too far way. The voice sounded familiar and I sighed at the thought of experiencing another “pre-show” visit. The guard approached my cell in a fanciful manner. His posture and tone always seemed frilly which normally made me question his “interests”. But nevertheless, he was a guard; pompous and arrogant just as the rest. With his wooden club in hand, he opened my cell and approached me. I braced myself; I knew what was to come.

With a swift and brute swings to my face and mid-section, he unleashed his many frustrations onto my body just as my comrades tend to experience. Though the wounds and many scars on my body are nothing comrades to the wounds in my heart and soul. Like the heat, this was just another prerequisite I had to endure. Once he was done, grabbed me by the chains that unified my hands and pulled me from my cage. With my chained feet tattered and bare we walked through the tunnel of hot stone and sand where I could faintly hear the voices of others. It was surely the crowd.

The light from the entrance was bright and blinding; today seemed like an especially hot day. Under the surveillance from the other guards that followed us from the dungeon, both the cuffs on my hands and feet. My wrists and ankles were almost singed blacked from the hot chains that bound me almost eighteen hours out of the day; it was still quite the relief. Handing me rusted armor and weaponry all I could hear was “Good Luck” in a sarcastic tone, followed by vexatious laughter.

As I exited the tunnel after properly equipping myself in preparation, the cheers from the crowd grew louder.Gazing past the glare from the blazing sun, I released a mighty roar of artificial excitement. To them, this was pleasing. I couldn’t blame them for anything. To them, this was pleasing; this was entertainment. Though they don’t know anything about me, though they don’t know why I am here, I refused to make them the object of my hatred.

Even though I, by their definition was a worthless criminal, I won their favor; I won their hearts. This was the life of a gladiator. My opponent was unusually huge and large; twice my size. I actually confused him for a troll or an ogre. But all I could do was laugh, I was not afraid. This was not the arrogance of a former king from a foreign land, but the courage of a gladiator laughing in the face of death. This day is my final test. I will stand trial, judged by none other crowd and god alone, and measure the weight of my sins. I charged without hesitation as I took up arms with a facade of blood-lust, hiding my true face; my true desires. This collosseum was my grave, and my departure, my demise, will be one truly fit for a king.
A Short Story I had to do for class. I really enjoyed doing it, so I posted it here. Hope I get a good grade on it xD
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