The scent of ash and dirt still clogged Jimmy’s nose as he stood in the tent. It was cooler in there, at least, out of the blistering sun. His mind was stuck in a state of shock, still whirling from the fact that he had been taken from his home. When he closed his eyes too long, he could see the faces of his parents, lying in the dirt-... he didn’t like to close them often.

He wasn’t quite sure if he was considered lucky. Well – as lucky as a slave could be. The man that picked him out of the lineup had something kind about him, for a Legionary. He seemed to almost pity Jimmy, if that were possible. He looked around the tent quietly as he waited to see what was to become his fate.