Als jullie dan toch bezig zijn mogen jullie dit ook wel nakijken.
Ik heb dit al weer tijden geleden geschreven, het is een soort fanfic, maar het slaat nergens op terug.
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The confrontation...
All my life I have been training for this day. But was it worth it? Was it worth my time, effort, and my health? Was it worth the risk, the cost...
Was it worth my life?
The cold steel...
I've grown to love it throughout the years. Will it aid me, and eventually get me to live? Or will it turn against me, fight me with all it's might and wrath?
Will it destroy me in my struggle for survival?
The victory...
Victory is what I desire most. I want to win above everything else. But again, is it worth it? Is it worth my time, is it worth my strength and my conscience?
Is it worth my family?
Throughout my life, I've had to make a lot of sacrifices to reach my goal. I've sacrificed everything, My home, my country, my life and above all, my family. How foolish I was then. I was blinded by ambition.
How could I have let it come this far? How could I destroy my life like this, letting down everything that was dear to me, and everyone who loved me? Why did I do this?
"Apokles, it is time..."
I hardly heard what had been said to me. I didn't care, and I didn't want to know. I was scared...
Scared that, after today, it might all be over. That it might come to an end here, making it impossible for me to do the one thing that I desire most now...
Returning to my home.
I took up my gear, and prepared myself to enter the valley of death. The one place that was more deadly than the bowels of hell itself. I armed myself, and bravely entered the pit. I was scared...
More scared than I had ever been before.
Across the pit was my opponent. He looked fierce and mighty. How was I ever going to win this? How would I ever survive this madness, this prison...
This life?
We faced each other in the centre of the pit, and we bowed before each other. I looked in his eyes...
His gaze was devilish, full of bloodlust. It scared me even more than I already was...
We turned to face the emperor. He nodded at us, telling us to begin our fight. I faced my opponent again. The look in his eyes was one that could carve through stone, and for a second I just stould there, completely tied to the ground.
Then he struck me. I dodged, and fought back. The crowd was cheering, but I didn't pay any attention to them. After a fierce battle, I finally managed to defeat my adversary. I was covered in blood, and from now on I would have to live with the shame of killing a defenseless man...
I felt sick. Sick of myself, and of this life.
I was scared. More scared then I'd been in my entire life. I may have won this time, but I knew I would eventually die, far before I could return home and set things right with my family. I knew I couldn't escape...
For I was a gladiator.