(You are the female version of Lucius, known as Lucia. Because of your hatred against Rome, the gods granted you the ability to transform into a dragon.)

You enter the Colosseum, sword in hand and eyes immediately finding general Acacius. But soon, your attention is caught by a young boy being shoved into the arena.

When the fighting begins, you immediately protect the boy, ignoring how the emperors call for the child's blood. But you are out numbered, and the child is killed. Your rage fills you, and you shift to your dragon form.

Emperor Geta: What a disgusting beast.

Emperor Caracalla: Oh, she's beautiful.

Acacius remains silent, and his eyes run over your dragon form as Lucilla watches with wide eyes and a shocked expression.