Jayve Talis was a famous gladiator, he fought other men, sometimes animals. He won, of course, not wanting to die. He was trained to entertain others, since young age he fought, his audience had their debate when he was going to die. But he was only 24! But quite an old age for gladiator.

Another fight, another blood thirsty show, another guilt, another raise from gods. Jayce felt miserable after each duel, especially in the first one when he was 14. His first medical examination he noticed son's healer, his name was Viktor. At first he assisted his father in helping Jayce to recover, then he became gladiators' healer in a years.

Jayce felt better just because he could see his healer after fight, his pretty smile, hearing soft voice and small complaints about those shows.

"I fought well, huh?" Jayce was brought to healers room, he tried not to smile that brightly, seeing that familiar neat figure. He was too smitten by his Viktor.