The Threads Of Time

Chapter 2

Gladiator's P.O.V.

I was in trouble. And I knew it. the sweat ran down my bare back from fear. i knew i could win this fight, but how to do so without drawing attention to myself? I was lucky to escape notice in the lineup, but had the most miserable luck as far as weaponry. the only things left was this staff or a sword that couldn't hurt a baby. This was going to be a problem...

Clio's P.O.V.

as the lion and the gladiator circled each other, i saw the emperor shift uncomfortably in his seat. i could understand why. the pressure was unbearable. then the lion lunged. the whole crowd drew a collective intake of breath as we watched the gladiator. right as the lion was about to tear his claws into the gladiators face, he took the edge of his staff and rammed it upwar, hitting the lion in the center of its ribcage. while his face stayed intact, the deadly paw hit his shoulder. as it fell to the ground, i saw that he had broken the lion's breastbone. clever. as the poor animal layed there struggling for breath, the gladiator turned towards the emperor's box and bowed, to the stunned silence of the crowd. then he walked out of the stadium, ignoring the steady flow of blood that ran down his torso.

This man had fought cleverly and with bravery. He did not deserve to die from his wounds.

later, i was walking in the dungeons, with a scarf around my face, and a small jar and cloth in a basket. as i walked towards the guards, they recoginized me, nodded, and let me through. i was well known here. i padded past cells, some filled with groans, others with silence, until i came to the one i was looking for. as i stepped inside the gladiator's cell, he didnt move. he must have passed out from the pain.

i dressed his wound. the bleeding had stopped, but the scratches could still get infected. after wrapping his wounds about an hour later, i packed up my things. before i left, i looked back at him. he seemed so vulnerable. i glanced back at the tiny timepiece in my necklace. i pulled out some denim jeans, a white T-shirt, and adjusted the hands on the watch. i stepped forward, into my bedroom, set my alarm clock, then fell asleep to the sight of the shrinking portal behind me. it was 2011, and i had school tommorrow.