gladiator

Prisoner

Water dripped from the stone ceiling, slowly eroding the sandy rock. The iron bars in my cage glinted with the small light I had in the dungeon. I sat at the back of my cage, chewing the stale bread I was given. I was one of the most successful fighters and still didn't get much food. On the opposite side of the hall, a starving ackley stalked around his cage, screaming of hunger. I sat there, sometimes for days, sometimes for only a couple hours. I never knew when I would be taken out there. In my cell I only had my armor, a mirror, and a small rag to clean my armor. suddenly, the steel door opened slowly, then slammed shut, echoing through the halls. Two guards walked down the halls, light bouncing off their weapons and armor. They turned to my cage, then said something in a language I would never understand. You see, I was a prisoner of war, so I was sent to train as a "gladiator". I have faced many opponents and will soon gain my freedom. One of the guards took out a ring full of keys and unlocked my cage. The iron-bar door creaked open as I stood up. I walked towards the door, knowing that I was about to battle. Rumors from around the dungeon hall said that the Chancellor himself was here. Maybe this is my way to freedom. They each took one of my arms and started to guide me to the steel door, even though I knew my way. The one on my left opened the door and closed it behind us, locking it tight. They led me through the hallway, up a slight incline, and up to a wooden door. I could here the crowd cheering on the other side. This is it. The two guards handed me a weak shield, but a strong sword. They then hurried away as the door slammed down. The bright light blinded me as I walked out into the arena.