Dragons, Humans, Gladiators, & Freedom

Gadar's side story

Gadar hated the idea of having those spoiled, arrogant Warlords here. His home wasn't something to be proud of in his society. Yes, he had the necessities they had but its wasn't some ultimate fortress, or giant city.

It was dirt roads instead of stoned roads. There were animals everywhere and farm. Wooden bridges and fences were their line of defense instead of the cement walls that those Scholars people own.

Gadar watched from one of the lookouts. He looked out as the green highlands for any sign of them. So far no one. All he knew was this was going to be a long few weeks.

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Deep in the Britania region, past the mountains and in the highlands, was the village that belong to the Barbarians known as the Gols. They held an army of a thousand bloodthirsty men and women. They have been at war with the Roman for over a decade.

Every since Rome changed their course and sent men upwards and across the channel into Britania, the Romans have been trying to conquer the country every since. Luckily, the Gols and other tribes have been keeping the Romans at bay, but it was only a matter of time before something broke through.

The village, however, was fortunately away from any of the battle grounds and the dense mountains on each side were able to keep the village at peace. In this village, the Gols use it not for weaponry but for farming, raising their children and for the elderly. It was a community that had no warriors and no need for violence.

The horns rung and the music played. A party was being played on this glorious night. Their chief and warriors were coming home today. They had successfully won another battle and were bringing home their spoils the have required from the war.

Every wife, lover, and family member was happy to see their love ones return. Especially the young boy, Gadar. His father was finally returning from his long journey. And in one of the stone houses, his father, Chief Alaric was telling Gadar the story of how they had won against the Romans. How they crushed they enemy into piles of broken bones.

Gadar loved hearing his father's tale of he ripped the spine out of soldier back. He still wore a piece of that bone that he wore on a necklace around his neck as a pendant. He smiled darkly at it whenever he looked at it.

Chief Alaric then turned his back and took out something from his pack. Gadar tried to get a look at it but all he could see was a shiny tint to it. His father then hid it behind his back before he presented it in front of him.

It was a Roman sword. It was extremely shiny and made out of pure metal. It was very different from his father's sword. It held no fur on the hit and no blood stains from the victim. His father had always told him that swords from Romans were used for prettiness. They tried to hide their shame to kill.

Gols were never like that. That's how they became one of the top tribes to dominate this region.

After that, his father took him by the hand and guided him out of the house. It was dark outside but the fires lit up the village. They headed to one that was crowded by a lot of other soldier. They stood in front and waited.

That's when Gadar saw it. One of his father's soldiers was carrying out a bunch of Romans. They were striped of their armor and weapons. They looked angry and afraid. Some yelled out in their strange tongue. It made Gadar excited to see what would happen next.

One soldier grabbed a man and forced him to knee in front of them. The Roman did not look afraid. Instead, he was angry. He spat at his father and said words like 'Roman'. Gadar guess that his man was the leader of this small group. Some worth fighting.