Scene 1 - Colosseum
Inside an ancient Colosseum of unruly foreign cultures stands a pair against the world swallowed up by the roar of the crowd. Not two rare breeds of animals,and not the ancient statues of political stature that reside in this old building, they are but two common slaves from a world of sickness, poverty, and social injustice, only to find themselves at the mouth of the masses. The love of this pair is the crime of this tragic tale and their unfortunate souls wrapped with the same fate. Marcus, a gladiator that loses his soul with every fight and Cecilia, a slave girl bread to follow the rules and never allowed to have the luxury of love. Their choice of loving each other was out of the question for it was against the law and punishable by the masters, yet the Gods keep them together and even when put to death.
The crowd died down as the trumpets blew loud across the stadium. The magistrate walked up to the cement wall blocking the bloodbath from reaching their fine garments,and keeping them safe from the violence that will be happening, to speak words to the fuel the drunk and unforgiving crowd.
His hands reached up to call silence and he spoke from a deep place of pride.
"I want you to keep your eyes to the sands my fellow citizens. Listen to the words I speak as they reach my lips, for this will be a marvelous spectacle to behold. We have a champion of the Red Sea.... Toranous Nexus Comodius!"
As he ended with the name of the famous gladiator the crowd erupted and over flowed with volume to welcome there rightful hero.
Out came the armored clad warrior with a golden plated helmet and lifted his shield to honor there voices and screams. He stood tall, like a tree, and moved around to the center of the stadium to salute the royal family.
"Thank you, Toranous for gracing us with you glorious skills!...." the crowd now chanted his name to echo through the halls of the Colosseum and into the streets of passing city.
".....Now, to the filthy scum who will face and ultimately find death in the blade of a sword. They are two common slaves of Tibein Lodin's gladiator camp. They are put to death for killing a guard for their illegal love. They will die like the dogs they are and finally make themselves worthy of death! Bring them in to die and finally be rid of such filth." the magistrate moved his arms toward the doors holding the two hidden figures.
The doors opened up with a loud crack, then they parted the darkness and reveal the light of the sun shining down to the sand below and into there eyes.
They walked toward the champion and past the people dragging the lifeless slave that had been decapitated in the match before. They both knew by now that they had to stick together or they both might fall.
Marcus was in the front with Cecilia behind him, they stood there ready for anything. Drowned in the boo's of the crowd, broken parts of seats were tossed close to them but kicked away by the unfavored pairing with laughs from jackals in the crowd.
"So, now that is done, Let the GODS be are guide to death and let the blood flow to worship you honorably. BEGIN!" the magistrate put his hands together to begin the clash for survival and then sat down to enjoy.
This will be the beginning of the end for one if not all.