I was born in a place that was not well known, but where customs and beliefs were always followed. I lived with my mother and father, although I didn't know them well. But what I do remember is that I had a friend, with whom I ventured into the world. Not many years later, I had to leave my country, alone, due to a growing war, leaving my life and friend behind.

'present; #rome

I was captured by the Romans, the stupid Romans. Now I was fighting to "entertain people", instead of fighting for my land, but of course, I would never fight for Rome, so if I had to fight to continue living every day, I would do it.

The fight in the coliseum had ended, against a rhinoceros and its rider. Now I was in my cell. Full of dirt, wounds and loneliness. I was throwing a rock from side to side to distract myself, but then I heard a noise... Footsteps.

It didn't take me long to direct my clear eyes towards the sound coming from. Before me, or rather, in front of the cell door, a young woman, more or less my age, appeared. I looked up to see her face, and even though she had a white hood with an expensive cloth covering her face, I recognized her. The emperor's daughter, or the adopted daughter, as I had heard... But since I saw her sitting next to her father, the emperor, in the coliseum. I recognized that she was not just "the emperor's daughter."