_THE DIARY OF A GLADIATOR_
Today was possibly the worst day in my entire life. I shall start from the beginning. When I woke up I felt an uncontrollable need for freedom. I had the bad feeling in the bottom of my stomach and I couldn't get rid of it. I felt terrified, captured. I sneaked out of the house and ran. I ran from myself, from the thoughts in my head. I needed to clear my mind. It felt like a huge and terribly real nightmare. An endless nightmare. I ran and prayed for all of this to be over.
But suddenly I woke up from the loud scream. It took me a moment to realise that all of this was just a dream. But the scream didn't stop neither did my own horror. I ran out of the house to see what's going on. What I saw was something that I shall never forget. Houses on fire, women and children crying out for help and men weak and terrified are being captured by Romans. It all happened so quickly I couldn't move or do anything. I just stared at all those people and felt like it was still a nightmare. But it didn't stop. The screams continued until I realised I couldn't help them. It was too late…
That day my village was burnt down and I was captured and forced into slavery. I felt miserable and I couldn't believe it was real. But it was. And I couldn't do anything about it. We were slowly moving towards Italy.
Home. The one place I cannot stop thinking of and the one place I cannot, and will not, return to. I volunteered to be a gladiator. It's better than to be a slave. I'm not afraid of the death. It does not bother me now, not after the great fire, the fire that destroyed my village. A curved sword and a rounded shield may save my life, but in the end I have nothing left to fight for. No, that's not true. I will fight for my freedom. I was born free and I shall not die as a slave. I was sent to Ludus Magnus, the greatest out of all gladiator schools in Rome. It was directly attached to the Gate of Life in the Colosseum, the place where my future will be decided. Other gladiators who I met in here were very different. Some of them were from the rich background, which came here for fame, others were slaves just like me who were chosen or volunteered to fight for their freedom.
The only thing that bothers me now is that I've never actually killed a man before. Others did not seem to bother about this, but what if in the arena I couldn't kill? If I just couldn't do it, I won't be brave enough. We train a lot here but we only fight with wooden swords. They never actually gave us a real weapon before. But in the arena the main rules are to kill or to be killed, so I will have to put up with this..
Today I found out the date of my next fight. My first fight. It's going to take place in the arena of Colloseum. I'm going to fight along with other gladiators to entertain Roman high class society. I find it very ironic. I'm supposed to kill for entertainment of people I hate. But I need to focus on more important things. Like the freedom I'll get if I will survive. I know the chance is so small, but that's all I could've hoped for. And I'll fight for it with all my strength.
During all this time I've spent here I got to know other gladiators. I've met Flavius, who became a good friend of mine. He's only 18 years old and he volunteered to escape from his "duty". He was brought up in a wealthy family but was very stubborn and didn't want to follow his Father's will. When I first met him I didn't like him, I thought he was incredibly self-centered. But then we got to know each other and I found out that he is very much like me. He is very wise for his age and never gives up. That's what I like the most about him. He helped me to fight my doubts and be positive about my future.
Today I had my first fight. The gladiator I fought against was weak and looked frightened when he stepped onto arena. He was a...
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