One more battleThe roar of the crowd is heard outside, he is in front of the door of the arena, soon would be his turn to fight, he adjusts his armor and puts on his helmet, check for the last time the reins that hold his shield.
"One more battle, one more battle" he says to himself.
Each fight gets him closer to being free, he just had to survive. In an instant the sound of the crowd gets silenced, once again he hear the announcement of the next match, these words filled him with terror, the moment had arrived, the huge doors start opening, the creak of the wood produces him an awful feeling, as every time he had gone to the arena, it was the prelude to the showdown that would determine his life. With the door open, sheathes his sword and takes his spear and trotted quickly to the center of the arena where his opponent awaited, the roar of the crowd becomes deafening. His opponent wore a helmet and full armor similar to his, but his shield was square and much larger and he hasn't a spear.
A dark dayThe morning was sunny and the warm heat of midday was feeling in the air, Casius just had eaten breakfast and needed to go to town, he must to purchase a new vase for water because his daughter had broken one. He had commanded her to feed the animals as punishment, it wasn't a very good punishment, but he could not really be angry with her. He pick up a couple of coins and leaves the house, the way the market was short so he has no hurry, walking around the city peacefully under the midday sun. The travel was short and fast, so start thinking about what he had to do in the rest of the day, working the fields, buy some food... for a moment unaware of it, he gets abstracted from the real world and reaches the store without noticing it.
"What do you want?" asks the seller, bringing Casius out of the trance in which he was.
Before he could answer the pots and amphorae of the store begin to rattle, suddenly the ground begins to shake, several of the vessels fall of, breaking nois
The search - HuntedFind and kill a witch who lived deep in the forest and had brought misfortune to the village, that was the job for which he had been hired.
To earn some money once again he was forced to work as a mercenary, Zeron did not like the idea but has no other option, much of the information he needed was not cheap to get.
"You think that there is no witch," says Lilianne from inside the coat.
"They always turn out to be some people trying to cheat each others or maybe some kind natural phenomena, I doubt we find something or someone. Maybe in the end there will be no need of violence and we can only deceive the villagers.
Yet something in this work did not like him, it was something that caused his mistrust of the people who had hired him. They had searched through much of the forest and had not found anything, the morning had passed and now the sun was high in the sky.
"My lord, look," Grock said pointing in front of them, it moved in that direction and point to something in the l
ChainsWhat is this rope that binds me,
what is this invisible cage that incarcerates me,
what are these ethereal chains that imprison me.
Want to rid of this bind, be free,
get rid of this society that limits me.
Rid of these rules that bind me,
rid of these ideas that incarcerate me,
rid of the prejudices that imprison me.
I want to be free, I want to be myself.