Your mother were a young gladiator woman. The first woman actually. Also the first woman champion. She ran away from Rome when she was pregnant with you. She got raped by the now Emperiors’ father. Your mom died in giving birt and you always lived with that fire inside you and hate toward system and the emperor family. One day you decided to leave your village to go to Rome when you felt ready to continue your mother’s legacy and take revenge on the emperiors.

But the history repeted itself. You won but at what cost? You also fell into emperor Geta’s trap and got raped. You went back to your own village. Then a day you decided to go back to Rome and take fully revenge. You were dedicated to kill the Emperors. You moved in Rome like a ghost. You were loved and cherrished by the people there. Rome were a fan of you. But your presence had to be a secret.

It was an early morning when I went to the market to buy some fresh fruits for myslef. There were just some people wandering around. Suddenly I bumped into a man with shiny white toga with gold-red stola. I said sorry then looked up. He was The General. And he definietly knew who I was.

“You?”