III SERVAN WAR

New place, new friends

I'm tired of it! Things have to change!  It's not fair that we're slaves! But ONLY one man can't do anything alone...

 I was in the clouds when a man approached me. I quickly went back to work. 

It's not like I fear them, but it's for the best. I've been born in Thrace and had been a slave since a child. Since I had to carry a lot of heavy things I became strong. I can't do anything to the rich people, not because I'm afraid of them or can't stand up to all of the military (well actually I can't because there are to many, and I'm on my own..), no, it's because if I hurt them it's not going to help anyone; they will kill me and they'll continue hurting slaves.

The man had been staring at me for a few seconds but it seemed like hours.
"Do you need anything from me?" I asked him. He was a tall man but didn't seem to be weak. he had good clothes, so that meant that he was rich. 

"You don't have the right to speak like that! It's more; you don't have any right!" said the man in a voice of superiority and security. Just like that he turned away and walked with big steps away.
I was stunned, because he was the one who approached. But no matter, I was used to it already.

"Hey! Spartacus! The boss wants to see you! You sure did something wrong!" a militair approched me with a false smile. 

I was well known between the slaves, but also by the high ranking people, but not because they liked me... Oh no, that would never happen. No, it was because I was much more dificult than the others.

I went in and saw the man from before.
"You're going to this gladiator school with this man! " the man that had said it had an even more serious voice than the other and also a superior one.

It was a long trip and I needed to be in a small cabinet in a truck. It smelled there and it was very uncomftebale.

When we finally arrived there, they took me to a cell with more gladiators. Some did not know what they were doing there, but others seemed to have been there all their lives. And that was pretty sad.

"Hey! A new one! I thought he would come in a month!" said a man of half size but who looked strong.

"Hey, I'm Spartacus. Who are you?" I asked the man that said it.

"Hey, I'm William. Nice to meet you"

"It's nice to meet you to. But how long have you been here?"

"I've been here three years now.. I think"

Hours passed by and then became days, days in weeks, and weeks in months. In the meantime I had already befriended many gladiators.

We needed to train till we couldn't breath and foughter. After a week they though that I was already prepared for the competisions. 

When I loosed I didn't get foot for the rest of the week and they said that I needed to train even more. I said to myself that that was the first, and last time I would loose. Since then I didn't loose once. There were always many people looking but there was always three people that were Always there. This three people were the jury's. 

After almost a year I thought that I already trusted them enough to tell them my idea of ​​rebellion.

I gathered everyone I knew (who were almost all of them) and I told them;