Aelius Dialectical Journal

“AAHHHH!” Aelius screamed as he charged at the opposing army. His heavy bronze chest plate banged against his stomach, knocking the wind out Aelius. The too-large helmet crashed the side of his head, leaving a bruise under his thick dark-brown hair. Aelius’s knees gave out, he buckled at the weight of his heavy armour and gear. Everything went black.

Aelius awoke with a throbbing pain in his head, his gaze flickered down he noticed many blue and purple bruises almost covering almost the entirety of his body. An armed man prodded at him pushing him up he stumbled over the rough path, they continued for awhile Aelius did not know where they were going or when they would get there. His eyes fell upon a wooden structure, on it stood others, wearing the same bruises as him. They looked sad like they knew their fate was to be sold and be gone. He joined
He could see the future scars crawling across his body. Entering the large building the group turned to a row of cell type rooms no bigger than 32 square-foot. He and a fellow slave were given a room by the arch to the outside. The following day a rude awakening at dawn was followed by an evaluation, where they all lined up and were given armour. A battle pursued a line of weapons were handed to him, facing off with the kind man who gave him the answer to his question previously. Aelius had a trident while his opponent had a net. They fought for hours neither coming out on top as the victor. When the next group was up the two collapsed into a pile. Covered in cuts they nursed their wounds with sour expressions. The next ferocious battle began and they retired to their cramped rooms. The battles continued and Aelius became stronger and was able to run faster. After a month Aelius trained hard and long from sun up to sundown and was ready to fight a true gladiator. As a result of the tough training Aelius finally had his chance to