ARENA

Blood and Tears!

"War runs in my veins. Blood quenches my thirst and the Arena is my home."!

The iron bars of the prison creaked and opened with a loud noise. I stayed put where I am seated in my cell, wondering what the future had for me. For weeks now, I had been held up in this cell. No food, no water, no family, no sex, no love. Yes! No love.

My love life had been a mess from the time I lost my wife to Pilate. It all happened on the eve of our wedding anniversary. We were cuddled together in the cold weather of the eleventh moon of the year. She had looked up to me that night. I could see the joy in her eyes. The satisfaction, the happiness, the hope that at last I wouldn't have to go war again. But war was in my blood, and I would go to the ends of the underworld, dine with hades and have sex with persephone to protect my people, my clan, especially my wife. "I don't want to lose you" she had said. "I wouldn't go away from you again" I lied, knowing deep down within me that a war where I might not come back from was on its way.

"Hey Thracian cunt, its time" guard that opened the bar called out to me. I stood erect, naked with my fallen dick. As I was escorted to where I would get my pants on, I looked out to the Arena. I could see thousands of people. Men, women and teenagers. I could see bodies of my prison mates lying lifeless and mutilated at different parts of the body. I was pushed forward, to the waiting room. The waiting room of death and darkness. I had done this before. I was born in this art. I was trained to be a soldier, ready to fight to the death on battle ground.
Few minutes later, I could hear the voice of Legatus addressing the blood thirsty crowd. "Now is the time we've been waiting for. The time when a self acclaimed god of the arena will kiss the dust. He had defiled the land with his treacherous act, and even slept with the wife of our great................"
There my mind raced back to that night. The same night where we made love till day break. The same night where I told her I really loved her and would want her to mother my daughter. The same night where I promised never to pick up arms, and the same night when she told me to "kill them all" if need be. It was this same night that the king's gaurds stormed my home, and took her away. Away from me entirely. The same night that I last saw her.
".........great king". Did he just say king I thought. Then the doors flew open, revealing the sun that had been hidden from me for days.

As I staggered to the sands, I took a quick glance round the whole Arena. I could see everything and everyone clearly. Before me stood two huge men, each wearing full armour with huge swords that I could place was made with Valyrian steel. Before the King could signal the beginning of the fight, I had already launched my attack with the sword that was given to me. I mustered all the strength in me and struck a heavy blow on the face of the first huge man with black leather armour. He staggered and lost balance, eventually crashing hard on the floor. I leaped for his throat like a wolf and sliced him down. As I stood to regain balance and enjoy the cheer of the crowd I saw her come in. My woman was dressed in a purple tunic and escorted by a maid. She sat beside the king and gave him a passionate kiss. Anger grew in me and all I could see in her eye was betrayal. I had loved her than everything but there she was with another, my bitter enemy.

With anger, I hauled my sword at her hoping to pin her head to where she was sitting, but missed. It barely touched her body as her tunic was the victim. Just then, I felt a huge hand holding my head. The other man turned my body to face him. He took his sword out of its sheath and brought it to my eyes. Then, memories began to flash through my head. Memories of her. Memories of us. Memories of good times, of good days. Memories of...... the sword pierced into my eyes and all I could do was scream for help but none came, except darkness!!!!
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