Gladiator

Chapter 1

"Where am I?" that was the first question I asked myself. The first of many. I seem to be In a cell with my hands and feet bound. "Who am I?" that was the next question I asked myself. Wait a minute. I don't know who I am?!? Ok, that's kind of scary. Now that I think about it, I don't even really remember my own name. I think I starts with a "sh" though. Or maybe just a "s". Like I said before, I can't really remember. Then I saw a pair of fingerless gloves hanging on the wall. The gloves had metal bumps over the spots where the knuckles would be. They looked sorta familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Then I see the door handle turn and a guard walks in.

"Surge tolle grabattum tuum." he says as he cuts the ropes around my hands and feet. My brain instantly translates that to "Get up". Guess I know how to speak latin. For some reason I decide to put the gloves on. I feel like I'm going to need them.

He leads me out of the cell. For a second I think about trying to take him down. But he has a spear and I don't. And there's bound to be loads of guards. I logical choice and decide not to. He shoves me out a big door into a arena. as soon as I step into the light a huge cheer goes up from the crowd. Guess I'm famous.

Then a man sitting in a throne like chair shouts: "PUGNAM!" Fight.

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I rush at the man on the man across from me, and am shocked to discover that I've ran across half the colosseum in a mere second. In another second I am to the man, and I deliver a nasty sucker punch to his stomach. He goes flying into the wall and lays there stunned and struggling for breath. "Victor est Umbra!" The man on the fancy chair shouts. The winner is Shadow. Shadow? That's my name? Well I guess I was right about the "sh".

As the guard leads me back in, it hits me. I'm a gladiator. For some reason this doesn't surprise me. Maybe I still kind of remember it. I still find myself wondering as the guard ties me back up in my cell, who am I?!? I must have done something bad to the roman empire, because, I am in jail. Wanting an answer, I review the facts. There aren't many. I'm not from rome, obviously, because my first language is english. Wait a second, how the heck did I get all the way from england?!? I don't even look that old. 18 at most. Man, I must have started traveling when I was really young. I wonder why I even went traveling. How did I even know that rome was here? Maybe I didn't. Maybe I just happened to find it. Which brings me back to my original questions: Who am I, and what did i do? The guard walks in and puts out the candles. Well, guess it's time for bed.