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Lexa hit the ground, hard. She coughed, her eyes cracking open as she saw a stain of red on the ground.
My people, my village. She thought to herself. She knew she had lost a great deal of blood, but she continued to fight back.
The clashing of swords echoed all around her, and she grabbed her own, her eyes scanning across the battlefield for her mate. Costia.
"Costia!" Lexa screamed, not seeing her mate anywhere. A soldier swung at her suddenly. Her sword automatically came up and blocked his attack while her other hand punch him in the face. She kicked him in the groin before shoving her sword through his neck, blood spurting out and onto her face.
Lexa screamed for Costia again. These soldiers were massacring her people; they stood no chance of winning. They had been fighting this enemy for years now, constantly just keeping them at bay. This time though, she did not know if they would hold out.
"Lexa!" She heard her name being screamed and she quickly spun around, slicing a soldiers neck in the process as her eyes searched for Costia.
She found her suddenly and found her feet carrying her as fast as they could.
"Costia! Run!" Lexa screamed as she closed the distance between them. Suddenly a nearby soldier engaged Costia in battle. Her woman held her own and Lexa found herself smirking as she barreled towards them.
Costia blocked an attack and swung her sword, ready to land the finishing blow. Suddenly an arrow struck her, straight through her heart.
Lexa's eyes widened as she watched her love fall to the ground, mouth agape as blood seeped from the wound.
"COSTIAAA!" Lexa roared as she ran faster than she ever thought possible. She leapt into the air, sword ready, and swung. The soldiers head fell from his body and Lexa picked up a nearby spear and hurled it at the archer, hitting him in his chest and pinning him to the ground.
"Lexa." Costia whimpered out. Lexa quickly took her in her arms.
Hot tears ran down Lexa's face as she cradled the woman she loved in her arms.
"It'll be okay, you're going to be fine." Lexa said frantically as she watched Costia's life slip away.
"Be strong Lexa." Costia whispered, her hand coming to rest on Lexa's blood stained cheeks.
"I can't be strong without you." Lexa cried out, holding Costia tighter to her body.
"You can. You will." Costia breathed out. "I love you Lexa. Live. Please. Live."
Lexa nodded and whispered an 'I love you' in return, watching as a small smile appeared on Costia's face. Her eyes drooped shut and her breathing stilled. Anguish ripped through her body.
"COSTIA!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, holding the woman tight to her body as she sobbed and rocked them both back and forth. She looked down at the bracelet on Costia's wrist. The one she had given her when they were children. Lexa sniffled and removed the bracelet, placing it on her own wrist.
She brushed Costia's hair back from her face and kissed her sweetly before standing on shaky legs. The battle was still underway and she felt burning rage bubbling in her veins.
"I will kill them all Costia. I vow it. No matter how long it takes. I will have their blood!" Lexa gave a loud war cry as she ran to the nearest soldier, easily taking him down before moving to the next.
She was not in control of her body. Her body controlled her, fueled by her burning rage. She dodged when needed, parried when needed, attacked when needed. Soon the battlefield became littered with more soldiers. Their blood covered her body and face as she slaughtered them mercilessly.
Lexa screamed again at the top of her lungs and charged at another soldier, not realizing that another had taken aim at her with his arrow.
She felt it pierce the flesh of her leg and she fell, dragging herself across the ground with animalistic ferocity.
"Don't kill her! She's fierce!" A soldier yelled as he rushed to the scene.
Lexa swung at them with her sword, despite her inability to reach them.
"What are we to do with her then, General Titus?" A soldier asked.
"Knock her out. We shall put her in the games."
Lexa growled and swung once more, missing the men. Suddenly a boot collided with her face, sending her into a pit of darkness.
Lexa awoke to total darkness. Her head pounded mercilessly and her leg ached something awful. She blinked a few times, attempting to clear her head as her vision slowly returned.
"She's awake." A man said, spiking fear through her body as she realized she had been captured.
Lexa moved to stand but found her hands and legs strapped to a table.
"Glad to see you rejoin the land of the living." The man greeted. "My name is Dante. I'm a ludista."
Lexa merely looked at the man as her vision came into focus. He was tall, white haired, and had kind eyes. She glared at him as she continued to struggle against her restraints.
"I must say, you are a feisty one. Although that is to be expected of a Gaul." Dante said casually as he poured himself a glass of wine. He poured a second and sat them down before moving to Lexa. "There is no need for these restraints, correct?"
Lexa eyed him wearily before nodding. He undid the clasps and freed her hands and feet. The thought of slaughtering him where he stood crossed her mind, and as if reading it himself, he spoke.
"Do not try to escape. I paid a lot of coin for you and there are guards throughout this entire home. You would do well to heed my warning girl." He offered her a glass of wine as he finished.
She took it wearily but drank the liquid regardless, sighing in relief when she had guzzled it all down.
"Tell me your name." Dante commanded.
"Lexa."
"Lexa. That would make an excellent name for a gladiator." Dante commented idly.
"Gladiator?" Lexa asked skeptically. She had heard mention of gladiators. Warriors, who fought for fun in an arena surrounded by people; it did sound familiar.
"Gladiators are champions, warriors. They fight in the arena to bring honor to their house and to themselves. If a gladiator is especially impressive, they can even win their freedom."
"I am free." Lexa spat.
"Actually, I am afraid you are not. You see Lexa, you were captured in battle. You were taken as a prisoner to become a slave and then you were sold to me. I own you and your life. If you wish to gain your freedom, or to fight for honor, you will become one of my gladiators." Dante said with a smile.
"If I refuse?"
"You will become a body slave." He replied with a shrug.
Lexa's eyes widened at the meaning and she swallowed thickly.
"Who will I fight?" She asked.
"Other gladiators from different lands. Perhaps some of your own kind, some Romans."
"Romans." Lexa's eyes sparkled.
"I see you have no love for us."
"Your Roman soldiers killed my mate." Lexa growled. "She died in my arms."
"I am sorry for your loss Lexa. But, if you wish to avenge her, then fight for me in the arena. Fight for her. Avenge her in the arena, as every opponent you slay will be a tribute to her. Live, Lexa."
Lexa's eyes widened at his choice of words and she glanced down, sighing with relief at seeing the bracelet still on her arm.
"Okay. I will fight for you." Lexa replied, her voice low and hollow.
Dante smiled. "Excellent, you will start your training first thing in the morning."
Lexa looked outside of the window, her eyes landing on the men (and only one other woman) training on the sand of the ludus. She sighed, her tears threatening to spill over again. She couldn't cry anymore though. No more would she allow herself to be so vulnerable by loving someone who could be taken away from her. Love was weakness, but rage was strength.
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