Blood and Honor Chapter 1, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

A/N - I thought of a new story idea so I wanted to publish it. Enjoy. Legend of a Hero is also complete, feel free to read that one as well.

Third Person POV

A man sat shackled in a cell. His jet black hair matted and full of dirt. His once bright green eyes now a dull dark green, void of any emotion and life. The look of a man who has lost everything. Dried up blood covered his entire body. He sat miserably against the cold stone wall. The voices of people cheering in the world above him stirred him awake as he realized where he was and how he got there. Rats with their tiny little feet jittered across the cold floor of the cell. Water dripped from the ceiling onto to face as he slowly opened up his mouth to get a little taste of the unpurified water, savoring it, using it to stay alive. As he awaited his doomed fate, he remembered what had happened.

Thrace, Greece

A small army led by a Roman commander marched into the tiny village that sat beneath the mountains of Thrace, the Thracians watched as they made their way to the center of the village before coming to a halt and their leader got down from his horse and strode forward to speak.

A man hearing all the commotion decided to move toward it all and hear what was going on. He look as the men of the village protested and shouted at the Romans to leave. He also saw the village elder telling them to calm down and let the Romans speak.

"Hold your fucking tongues, let the Roman have his say."The vulgar language of the village elder got them to stop shouting and everyone in the vicinity quieted down to hear the Roman out.

"Thrace and my republic of Rome have known their differences. We've not always been as brothers. But let us put aside such matters. Unite in a just cause." The Roman had a firm and strong voice as he spoke.

The village elder scoffed, "You pushed your way into our land, and now you stand before us asking for our help? Your hand extended?" Choruses of agreement came from the men of Thrace soon after.

"I extend no hand. I'm here merely to inform. Mithridates and his men attack from the East, approaching from the Black Sea." The Roman spoke once again only to be countered by the village elder once more.

"Far away from our villages of Thrace, we have no need to get involved!"

The Roman nodded, "True, but the barbarians around your village, the Getae, will take advantage of the distraction caused by Mithridates and his men. Their hordes amass in the North, barely a week's march from your village."

"How many?"

The Roman spoke only one word, "Thousands."

Disarray and disagreements sprung from the men, not wanting to believe the man in front of them. Seeing the discomfort and disbelief, the Roman took advantage of it.

"Align yourselves with the Republic of Rome, pledge your services to our auxiliary and join us in our campaign!"

The man with jet black hair and bright green eyes walked towards the front of the crowd from the back from where he was standing, "To what end?"

The crowd quieted down and watched as the Roman turned his attention to the man in front of him.

"Victory."

The man with jet black hair and green eyes spoke again, "And how is this victory you speak of to be measured? The Getae have raided our villages before in the past, raped our women, killed our children, and each time we have pushed them back only to see them return."

The village elder spoke, "This young man speaks out of turn but speaks the truth."

The young man cut his elder off, "If we are to align with Rome, the purpose must be clear." He looked straight into the eyes of the Roman, pleased with his discomfort at being stared down. "The Getae must die. All of them."

The Roman nodded, a straight look on his face as he did so, "Dead." He agreed. "All of them."

The men of Thrace yelled and shouted and cheered, as if a sure victory had already been won. The young man with black hair and green eyes and the Roman leader's eyes were still locked in a stare that no one paid any attention to.

The young man turned his back and walked away.

The young man walked into a small tent, a middle aged woman sat beside the fire as she whispered her prayers. "The council has decided." She spoke softly.

The young man nodded, "We go to war."

The woman stood up with a blade in her hand and gave it to the young man, "I've asked the gods to bless your sword."

The young man took the sword from the woman's grasp, "With the Getae dead and out of our lands, there will be no reason to ever pick this sword up again mother."

The young man's mother smiled softly, her dark brown hair was starting to turn gray, her bright blue eyes still had a twinkle in them.

She chuckled lightly, "What would my boy do without a sword in his hands? You were raised to be a fighter, the best swordsmen I've ever met."

The young man smiled, "I'll stay here with you, grow crops, raise animals. find a wife, bear children."

His mother brushed a lock of hair that had fallen over his eyes, "You would fight no more?" She asked but then shook her head, "You were born to fight, the gods gave you to me so the world could see how strong you are." She stood and kissed his forehead.

"How soon do you march?" She asked her only son.

"First of light tomorrow." He answered.

"Sleep my son, you have a new journey ahead of you. I feel it is going to be one full of misery but I hope that you will do what is right in the end."

The next morning, the young man woke up right before dawn and got dressed. His sword strapped to his back. He walked out of his tent to find his mother awake, as if she hadn't slept all night, staring out towards the horizon.

"Mother?"

"I prayed for you all night, my son. That my son would stay here and not have to go."

"I thought we were in an agreement, mother."

She nodded, "We were. But the gods came to me in my dreams last night and they showed me what was to become of you if you go."

The young man raised his eyebrow, "What did they show you?"

"My son on his knees, bowing before a great red serpent. The life draining from his veins."

"What meaning did you take from it?"

She thought for a second before answering, "A warning. If you go to war, you are destined for great and unfortunate things."

He grabbed his mother's hands, like a final goodbye. "The Getae worship the mountain wolf, they place no faith in snakes. Rest assured that no harm will come to me, mother. It was just a dream."

"And if it isn't just a dream?"

"I gave my word, mother, blood and honor. It speaks to the man in me. Nothing will keep me from returning back home. Not the Getae, not the Romans, and not even the Gods themselves."

His mother broke down in tears and hugged her only boy, now a grown man. She pulled back and removed her necklace, the one she had worn for as long as he can remember. "This now belongs to you." She said as she put the necklace around his neck. The silver chain rested against his chest as the dark green trident dangled from it. Unbeknownst to them, the trident glowed a bright green.

His mother looked him straight in the eyes before saying only three words that would haunt him for the rest of his life, "Kill them all."

The young man let go of his mother and walked to join the rest of the men, what he didn't know was that this would be the last time he would ever see his mother.

Winter had set in as the men charged against Mithridates and his men, the young man was quick on his feet as he slashed and hacked away at anyone that didn't carry Thrace or Rome's sigil. Blood and limbs scattered the grounds as the white snow turned a blood red. The forest around them had been completely burned down and there was no sign of life yet whatsoever.

The young man yelled and raised his sword, "Hold the line!"

Vulgar comments filled the air as the men of Thrace attacked viciously and without mercy.

"I'll fuck all your women!"

"I'll fuck them all!" One man yelled as he stabbed his spear through the back of one of Mithridates' men.

"Where the fuck are the Romans?!" Another man yelled as they all started to notice that the Romans had yet to join them on the battleground, seeing as most of their men were starting to die, they needed the help badly.

"Show them no mercy!" The village elder yelled as he cut the throat of another man before him, blood spraying all over his face and armor as it dripped down onto the ground.

The village elder fell to the ground as one man snuck up behind him and slashed his back, he fell to the ground as his eyes were wide open as if he couldn't believe someone had bested him. The man stood on top of him as he grabbed two spears and gouged the elder's eyes out and listened to the elder's screams of agony in pleasure.

The young man noticed the Roman army riding in with their cavalry and also noticed one of their archers nocking an arrow back, he picked up a sword lying on the ground and flung it towards him and watched as the sword got embedded right in his skull.

More and more men came at him as he continued to weave in and out of fights, cutting off limbs and dismembering heads, he had no time to look at the destruction he had left behind.

"Romans! Forward!" Came the voice of the Roman leader as trumpets were sounded. The Thracians watched as the Mithridates ran and retreated to fight another day.

"A little late cunts!" One Thracian yelled at the Roman leader only to get ignored.

The young man just stared, "They only get in the way."

The young man walked towards the cliff that was above the Roman camp and looked down, and then he looked back towards his men. How disrespectful was it of the Romans to ask them for their help but not give them any kind of tent to keep warm in the cold winter nights.

He walked back towards the makeshift camp he and his comrades had set up, one of the men was serving dinner.

A large brute spit out the soup he had been given and sneered, "Even my shit would taste better than this!" As he grabbed the neck of the man who had cooked for them.

"If you don't like it then don't eat it cunt!"

The brute yelled, "The Romans are over there feasting on meat while we get this shit!" He kicked over the pot of soup as everyone growled at him.

The young man cleared his throat as the attention was drawn to him instead.

The brute turned his attention towards him, "What do you have to say, little man?"

"A word."

"And what word would that be?" The brute mocked him.

"The word I gave to the Romans, with blood and honor, we all gave them our word to help push Mithridates and his men and the Getae back."

The brute didn't care for it, "We're fighting for a lost cause!"

The young man shook his head, "We gave our word, in my village, that still has some meaning."

"Your village?" The brute asked mockingly, "Is that why you're here? To defend your village? Or maybe you're here to impress all the bitches back home with stories of war!" He mockingly finished as he and the men around them started laughing.

He moved towards the young man as he noticed he wasn't laughing, "Struck a nerve now did I? Words and honor my ass!" He finished as he knocked the bowl of soup from the young man's hand.

"Why don't you go back home to your mother's tits and her tight-" He didn't finish his sentence as the young man kneed him in the stomach and kicked him back towards the fire they had going. The brute stood up in anger as he ran towards the young man only to be struck in the face back to back three times. Blood flowed through the air and hit the ground, as well as some teeth.

The brute charged again, the young man moved out of the way and shifted the brute's body and threw him on the ground with him on top and started punching and punching until his face was a bloody mess and he was unrecognizable.

"The Romans are here!" One man shouted as the young man watched as the Roman leader and two of his men strode into their camp on horseback only to see him on top of the brute with his hand clenched tightly in a fist still in the air.

"We need volunteers to scout the enemy's movement!" The man on the right yelled as he pointed to the young man and the brute, "You! Scout and report any enemy movement and return by sunrise!"

The Roman's turned and left shortly after.

The young man got up and lowered a hand down to the brute, he stared at it a for few seconds before grabbing it and letting the young man pull him up to his feet. They both chuckled.

The young man and the brute climbed the snowy mountains as he crawled towards the edge of the cliff and looked beyond, "They're breaking camp!" The brute noticed.

The young man nodded, "Retreat would take them beyond the mountains, but their torches show west."

"West?"

The young man nodded again, "They're meaning to swing west and attack the villages by the mountain pass for more rations."

The brute didn't say anything.

"Our villages." The young man said sternly. He couldn't let the Getae attack them while the village was unprotected.

"Slippery little cunts!" The brute said.

"We have to report this, let's go."

"They break for the mountain pass here." The young man pointed on the map as he spoke to the Roman leader, "It will take them at most four days to reach the villages below. Food, supplies, and women. All unprotected."

The Roman leader took a sip of his wine, "Perhaps I should return back to Rome to clearly assess the situation."

The young man stared, "Send the gods themselves, and they'll report the same thing."

The Roman leader stared at the young man in front of him, "Dismissed."

The young man pointed towards the map once again, "If we march by midday, we can easily pro-"

"Dismissed!" The Roman leader stood and slammed his palms against the table and map.

The young man's jaw locked, he stared at the Roman in front of him and left his tent. The brute that was with him glared at the man before he too left the tent.

A woman appeared from behind the tent, "So it appears the barbarians of the Getae head west."

The Roman leader nodded, "So it appears."

"That is far away from Mithridates and his men, far away from the glory you deserve my love."

The Roman didn't acknowledge what she said, instead he demanded, "Return to Capua at once, a woman does not belong here at a war camp."

She spoke, "And my father? What should I tell him? What should I tell him of the man he so blessed his daughter with?"

The Roman took a few seconds before answer, "A colossus. Towering above the enemies of Rome." He smirked as he moved the Roman army pieces on the map towards the East to fight against Mithridates and his men, leaving the Thracians to their demise.

"Back to Rome? He spoke to us like boys." The brute said as he and the young man walked back towards their makeshift camp.

The brute chuckled, "He must like boys then." He coughed, "I have a tickle down my throat."

The young man shook his head, "No that's the cock that the Roman just shoved down your throat."

"That man is a dangerous fool, one with a title. We need his help to push the Getae back once and for all." The young man spoke.

"True," The brute spoke, "But he does have good sense in wine." He laughed as he took a pouch of wine out from his bag.

The young man stared at him, "You stole his wine?"

They both started chuckling as they made their back way to camp.

The next morning came all too soon as he was the only one awake sharpening his sword with a rock, the rest of the men were sprawled at around him, the fire they had going had dwindled down to a very small flame.

The trumpets of the Romans woke the men up as they scampered around to get their armor on, the young man stood up and kicked the brute's stomach, "Wake up, the Romans have sounded the call."

"Fuck the Romans." But nevertheless the brute woke up.

"The Romans have come to their senses." A Thracian stated as they all got ready to march. "It'll be a three days march at most. We march west."

A Roman strode toward them on horseback once again, "West? No, we march East to challenge Mithridates' full force. Get ready. We will come for you soon" He rode off.

"East? What the fuck is he thinking? He gave us his word to put an end to the Getae and he's running away?" The young man stated furiously.

The Roman man returned with the Roman leader, the young man walked towards him, "A word if I may desire."

"Get into formation scum! We march East!" The Roman standing on the left of the leader yelled.

"Surely you mean West?" The young man pointed his arm out towards the West. "We need to take out the Getae!"

"Mithridates and his men are a more pressing concern." The leader stated swiftly. "You have aligned yourself with Rome. I am it's body and voice." He put an emphasis on himself as he spoke. "We march East towards the Black Sea. Fall into formation."

"Fall into formation!" The leader yelled after seeing none of them move.

The young man stared at the leader in front of him, "No."

"You would defy an order from Rome?"

"I gave my word, my blood and honor, to defend against the Getae. Not to march East to attack Mithridates himself!

"You will march where you are commanded!" The Roman leader yelled as he unsheathed his sword, followed by the few men behind him unsheathing their swords as well.

Seeing this, the young man unsheathed his sword and slashed away at the horse, knowing well enough that the horse would knock the man off it's back.

Seeing their leader thrown off the horse's back, the man on the left yelled, "Kill them all!"

The Thracians attacked the small amount of Romans that were there mercilessly. Seeing most of his men killed the leader and the only man he had left got on their horses and rode off. "My liege we must go!"

"Throw, damn you!" The brute yelled after being knocked to the ground by one of the Romans.

The young man grabbed the spear off the ground and hurled it towards the men riding off. The spear entered from the back off the man's skull and exited from the front. The Roman leader stared at the young man before riding off once again.

The brute yelled, "Leave now and go back to your homes! If you don't then oh well do fuck all!"

He turned towards the young man, "What of the Legatus?"

"Leave him be, we're not strong enough to take on an entire Roman army." They grabbed each other's forearms as a bid farewell before departing and returning back home.

Spring had come, the followers and trees back in the Thracian village had flourished. The young man's mother was out picking fruits from the trees. Her basket was full of different kinds of fruit, she smiled in content before turning around and going back to her home. But what she didn't expect as four Getae men standing before her, all smiling viciously at her as if she was some kind of piece of meat. All four had axes in their hands covered in blood and pieces of flesh and bone.

She dropped her basket and ran like her life depended on it, but given her old age she could no longer run as fast as she used to. Another man jumped in front of her and grabbed her before throwing her on the ground and getting on top of her. She swung her arms and legs around frantically, hoping to push him off, her hand found a rock and she swung and caught the man and hit his head, and watched as a dent formed in his skull and blood dripped down his face.

She kicked him in the groin and watched as he fell to the ground, she grabbed the axe that had fallen to the ground and started swinging. The men around her easily dodged and laughed at her. The man right in front of her looked down at her body and licked his lips. He looked up and saw a sword hurling towards him. The young man's mother ducked as the sword caught the man in his throat and threw him back.

The mother looked and saw her son running back into the village, a happy and joyous expression on her face evident that she was happy to him again.

The young man yelled and jumped and brought his shield up to hit one man in the face knocking him down, the force enough to drop him dead.

Two men charged towards him, he ducked and weaved in between them and grabbed the long knife that was hanging on one of the men's belts, he slashed and managed to slice both of them, their intestines falling out and onto the ground.

He threw the knife in his hand and didn't bother watching as it lodged itself in another man's forehead.

He grabbed his sword off that was embedded in the man's chest before hacking and slashing his way through the men, more and more were starting to show up.

He was a one man army, capable of only decimating and leaving blood and flesh in his wake. He watched as his mother had picked up a sword off the ground and started stabbing away, killing a few men as well.

A scream of agony coursed the air and rang in his ears.

It was his mother.

He watched painfully as a sword protruded through her stomach. That image would forever be ingrained in his head.

He rushed over and killed the last of the Getae men before kneeling down and helping his mother up.

His mother ran her hands through his hair, "My boy, look at me."

Tears welled up in his eyes and they fell down one by one.

"I have no regrets." She said, as she was breathing heavily. "I am very proud of the man you've become my son, I will always be watching after you." She took her last breath and died right in her son's arms and he let out a scream of anguish and agony for the loss of the only family he had left.

Even more screams filled the air as he left the lifeless body of his mother there on the cold hard ground, he ran forward and looked towards the horizon to see smoke and fire. His village was being destroyed.

He couldn't take it, his mother, his friends, his comrades, all killed before him.

He was the last one.

Night time had come, he had walked for hours and his legs were very sore. He sat inside a dimly lit cave with a small fire going. He looked into the flames lifelessly, his once luscious jet black hair was now matted in blood and dirt. His once bright green eyes were lifeless and void of any emotion.

"I never should have left…" He whispered.

"If only I could've been a thousand men…" He whispered again, silent tears running down his face.

He could see it now, his mother looking down from the heavens and telling him not to be so hard himself.

"There is no life without you mother…" He whispered as he looked up towards the skies, the full moon was high up as the stars around it twinkled.

The thoughts of his mother plagued as he fell asleep for the first time in days.

He woke up to the sound of men, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the Roman Legatus. He grabbed for his sword but to no avail, a Roman punched him in the head and grabbed his sword. Soon after the Legatus and his men started punching and kicking the young man.

Blood dripped down his nose and mouth as his bloodshot eyes looked up from his position on the ground and met the eyes of the Legatus.

Two of his men grabbed the young man as the Legatus strode forward. "My men are dead because of your actions. You deserted us in the middle of a war."

"I gave my word to defend against the Getae not to fight a battle for you!" He spit the blood that was gathered in his mouth towards the Legatus.

The Legatus sneered as he wiped the blood of his face, "The shadow of Rome is vast." He unsheathed his sword, "And you Thracian, will die within it!" He slammed the end of his sword against the young man's head and knocked him unconscious.

"Pick him up, he comes with us."

Capua - Present Time

The young man shackled, remembered how he got there, being beaten everyday, being thrown on a ship, given nothing to eat. But here he was, still alive. Waiting for his everlasting damnation in Rome.

He heard screams coming from the cells beside him as he watched as faces appeared around the corner.

The faces of the men he fought alongside of.

Thracians.

The brute sat in the cell across from him, "Nice of you to wake up and join us, you smell like fucking death!"

"Where are we?" The young man's green eyes looked around frantically.

"Capua."

"Why?"

"Headed to the arena, you fool."

Music filled the atmosphere as the people of Capua danced, drank and enjoyed the feast. After all a victory against Mithridates and his men was definitely a reason for such occasion.

Nude women danced around the place, eliciting delight from the male guests. Many had even jumped on a few of the nude women and started having sex with them.

Men of high class were being fed grapes by female nude servants, dancers danced around the room welcoming all kinds of other people to come dance with them.

The cheers got louder as the Roman Senator made his entrance, "Good evening people of Capua! Revered guests of honor, please accept my gratitude for you all for partaking in the celebrations!"

"Your attendance here honors the name of Rome! I give to you fresh water from Rome! A gift from the Gods." He stopped, "And gifts of blood to be spilled in the arena tomorrow!"

The last part was welcomed with cheers.

"Quintus Lentulus Batiatus please step forward."

A frail middle aged man walked in with two muscular men behind him.

"Please present your gladiators."

"People of Capua! I give you two of my best gladiators! Ethan! The power of justice and Nemesis runs through his veins but his ferocity is nothing compared to the titan of the arena, Luke! The beast of Capua. The god of blood and sand. The undefeated."

"Gratitude to Batiatus!"

The man nodded before stepping to the side.

More and more gladiators were introduced, only to be slain in the arena the next day.

"Rome has blessed us with the return of my daughter's husband, Gaius Claudius Glaber please come forth!" The senator spoke.

The Roman Legatus strode forward, Glaber was his name.

"He brings with him some men for the arena from the savaged lands of Thrace!"

People cheered him on as the young man still shackled was brought before a crowd along with the brute and the rest of his comrades.

Glaber raised his hands and spoke, "More blood to be spilled in the arena tomorrow for the people of Capua! Six Thracian dogs! Deserters of the war against the barbaric Getae. To be executed tomorrow at the games in the arena!"

The senator clapped and raised his hands, "Let the games begin. Now we drink! Let the music begin!"

The young man's green eyes looked around in disgust as nude women danced, the men ate like pigs, and cherished in the fact that many would die tomorrow in the arena. He noticed many of the men entered in the games tomorrow in the arena were practicing against one another with wooden swords. Feeling his eyes on them they all looked and pointed their wooden swords at him and his comrades beside him, threatening them.

He was taken to his lonely cell soon after.

Waiting for his demise in the arena the following morning.

That night he barely slept, eyes searching for any kind of escape. Cheers had already started in the arena above him as he sat there waiting to be taken from his small little cell to the world above him.

The cell door opened, "Get up fool!"

Two Romans walked in and unshackled him

He could barely stand.

They grabbed his arms and yanked him forward, up the stairs and to the front of gates of the arena.

They took the cuffs off his hands and gave him a sword and threw him into the arena.

He looked up to see thousands of people, the sun blinded him, having not seen it for a long time. He looked towards the center and saw the brute fighting a gladiator and failing to win.

The brute was knocked to the ground and looked up to see the young man staring at him. He chuckled and nodded his head as a final farewell and a good bye before rushing the gladiator, only to have his head dismembered from his body, his blood spraying on the sands in the arena.

The people in the stands cheered as the brute's now dead body laid there on the sand.

Arena workers soon aftewards came and dragged the dead body of the brute out of the arena, his blood still staining the sand.

Trumpets sounded as it was time for the young man to make his way towards the center of the arena.

The gladiator standing in front of him was the one who killed the brute, he raised his sword towards him and sneered, "Are you ready, you Thracian cunt?"

Before their fight could begin, the gates were opened as 3 more gladiators entered the arena, courtesy of Glaber.

The crowd seeing that this fight was going to be a four on one, started booing. Throwing all kinds of food towards them.

The young man watched as all four of them stood around him, one waving his sword, the other a trident, the other a net, and the last one a net.

All eyes turned to the senator as he nodded and the command was given to begin.

All four attacked the young man at once, his instincts kicked in as he dodged and weaved in and out of all their attacks. The net was thrown at him only for him to move out of the way of, and pick up and thrown over another gladiator. The one with the trident came at him, the young man blocked the trident and kick him back and pick the trident up for himself to use.

The trident glowed a bright green once again, but again no one noticed, not even the young man himself.

Soon the numbers game became too much for him, as he was thrown onto the ground, one of them slashed his back as blood dripped from it onto the sands under his foot.

He didn't even have time to scream as an axe was being brought down on his head and he barely had time to dodge it.

He got on his knees and watched as the gladiator walked towards him like a predator with a sword and shield in both hands.

There right on the shield was a bright red serpent.

What his mother had told him had come true, he would be bowing before a great red serpent.

He unleashed his anger, the ground beneath them rumbled.

He remembered his mother's words.

"Kill them all."

He would do exactly that.

The gladiator in front of him raised his sword, and brought it down.

He got up from his knees really quickly, "Ahhhhh!" He yelled as he stabbed his sword through the gladiator's chest and out his back.

The crowd cheered as Glaber looked on in shock.

The other three seeing one of their own fall attacked him head on, but that didn't stop the young man. He slashed through one of the gladiator's stomach, and used the trident he had picked up earlier to pierce the gladiator's neck.

The crowd went crazy as they saw another gladiator dead, and his head flying off his neck.

The other two came at him, hacking away at with their spears. He caught both the spear tips with the trident's prongs and brought his sword down in an arc, cutting both gladiator's arm's off.

One used his good hand to pick up an axe off the ground and brought it down on the young man, only for the young man to grab the other gladiator and use it has a human shield. The axe broke through the gladiator's spine and he fell to the ground dead.

The young man threw the dead body off of him and rolled down onto the ground and slashed, cutting both the legs off the remaining gladiator.

The crowd cheered him on like crazy, Batiatus looked on in interest as Glaber brought his head down at being humiliated by the young man once again.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The crowded cheered as they watched the legless man start crawling away from the young man. The young man turned around with his sword and trident still in his hand and brought the trident down, killing the man.

The young man looked around the arena, the people in the crowd were on their feet clapping and screaming for him.

The young man turned towards Glaber and stared right into his eyes. An act of defiance at the fate he was given.

Glaber turned towards the senator, "We cannot let that man go free, he has caused Rome much grievance!"

The senator shook his head, "To deny the crowd would cause an uprising." He said after hearing the crowd yell let him live.

Batiatus intervened, "Legatus if it is fine with you, I would like to offer something much different. This young man has shown much promise in the arena, if I were to purchase him, he would be trained at my ludus."

The senator nodded his head, and turned to Glaber, "We will be merciless. By letting him live you will gain the favor you so need. He will be purchased and trained as a gladiator from tomorrow on."

The senator stood, "What name does the man carry?"

Glaber shook his head, "I never cared to ask."

Batiatus spoke, "The way he fights, it's like he fights like the great hero of old." He stopped for a few seconds before speaking again, "Perseus, he was called."

The senator nodded with a smile and raised his arms, the crowded quieted down, "People of Capua! This man!" He pointed towards the young man, "This Perseus, has proven himself to be in the arena. For this, Glaber and I have decided to grant this man…"

He raised his thumb upwards, "Life!"

The crowded cheered like never before, as the now named Perseus was free to live.

"Perseus!"

The name was echoed throughout the entire arena as Perseus looked towards them, blood of the gladiators dripping from his face and body.

Perseus turned his attention to Glaber and a promise was made.

"Your death will be by hand Glaber, I promise you that."

A/N- Thank you for reading, this story will be an epic one. It will be a long one with long chapters. I'll try to update once a week. Please do review and tell me what I could have done differently and I am looking forward to reading your opinions about this new story. Perseus is a gladiator and will fight his way to freedom, the pairing is undecided yet but feel free to review and tell me a name. Thank you.