Title: Torn Dreams
Fandom: Between 'Gods of the Arena' -prequel- and 'Blood and sand' -season 1-
Characters: Pietros
Notes: A little idea I had concerning how did Pietros arrive at the ludus.
Disclaimer: Not mine
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A tear rolled down his brown cheek as the parchment fell from his hand. Pietros wished he had never been taught how to read.
He let his body fall on the bedroll, resigned to bear a long night deep in thought of what he had lost, of what would…of what was going to happen now.
His father was dead, and his sole legacy was a son, a slave, albeit a privileged one, thanks to the coin his father's work had sent to the house where he served, so he could learn things a proper man should know, because another promised had kept the boy alive: if his father ever gained freedom, he would leave his masters a big sum enough to replace him while they both lived outside walls the life his father told Pietros he deserved.
Those dreams were shattered when his master gave him the note.
Pietros cried. He had always thought his father's work was not a dangerous one. It even held title. How could slaves with title die before their time?
The note did not say. And now he was a slave who knew things others in his condition would never dare to dream, and with no possibility to put them to use but under his owners.
And now not even that. Not anymore. Coin absent, he was to leave this house and serve where his father had never wanted him to be except as a manumitted slave waiting for him at the entrance to leave the servile life behind and together.
Pietros looked up to the ceiling and wondered what would be of his life now, and if his new destination was as honourable as he had been told.
He hoped it was, he had always spoken with pride of his father, the Doctore from the house of Batiatus.
Fin.