CELTS - The Last Slave - Arunas

CHAPTER 2-3 Free Spirits

The next morning, Arunas woke up in a panic as the sun filled her eyes. She tried to calm her beating heart with fear for the bloody hour she knew was approaching. When her eyes fell to the window next to the bed she was lying on, she searched for a familiar sign in the sky she had never seen before... A sign that will tell you that the day will be full of miracles.

But the sky was foreign, like the stones and trees she saw with each step she saw with disbelief. Arunas couldn't help the tears of despair that filled her eyes. Now it's time to get up. The thing that broke her heart the most was not being able to say goodbye to Alb before going out to the arena.

When she got up from her bed with a deep breath. The young girl thanked her mind for not taking off her clothes and veil before going to sleep in the evening. Because Antonius, who was sitting in the chair opposite her, had watched his 'guard' almost all night.

From the murmurs and words she uttered as she slept, he was sure now that the archer was a woman; although he cannot guess her age...

"Good morning," he said, sending a smile to the woman acting in panic.

Arunas instantly jumped out of bed. She had become focused on Antonius's every glance, every move, and was on the alert. Not knowing why or how long the man had been there was pushing her limits. Arunas relaxed a little when she got her arrow and bow insight, but at that moment her heart began to pound with fear as Antonius approached him.

The Roman commander, who was approaching his young bodyguard's ear. He was savoring the vibrations emanating from the body of the warrior before him. Antonius muttered as he involuntarily inhaled, the scent of the woman he had leaned lightly against her ear. "Pray to all the gods you believe in, little warrior; May the man who guards the veil on your face not die today..."

The threat in the simple sentence was clear. If Alb dies; Antonius would reveal Arunas' secrets, and the young girl would be moaning under the Roman before nightfall. She couldn't say anything Arunas avoided any reaction that would reveal herself. But she didn't back down or hold her breath. She had to keep her cool. In the end, there was no danger that only Alb's seeds would enter. More importantly; Her family and clan were at risk.

"We will go to the arena, but you will not watch the battle. Down below, where the gladiators are held, you will wait for your commander." He had no intention of taking the woman to the arena. However, feeling the presence of the young girl next to him was intrigued. He couldn't stay alone in the same room for a while longer, standing in this closeness where his breathing was mixed. Otherwise, he could pull the veil off her face and immediately have the beauty that could come out of her.

Arunas stood staring after the man heading towards his room. Antonius had begun to drag a young girl by the arm. Ignoring the fall of the tray in her hand and dragging her into the room with him. Sadness filled Arunas with the awareness of what was going to happen to the girl...

Then fear took over the young girl's self. If Alb dies; They would really lose a lot. To protect her family, she would become this man's slave, not his warrior. Who knows what perverse desires the man would have to satisfy. She didn't know if her soul could handle all the atrocities she would experience without the right to kill herself.

Again, she sent a plea to all the gods she believed in; so that they can get out of that arena safely...

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Just as the sun came over the city, Arunas was trying to watch the arena through a tiny grid. Antonius had brought her to the arena as he had said, but her bow and arrow were taken and she was lowered to the section where there were many miserable men.