Title: The Games
Author: Faline
Summary: A look through the eyes of the Christian at the Games.
She closed her eyes and her ears to the pounding around her. The games. The games.
Images of bloody men, and dying children ran through her mind as the crowd cheered once more. One more victory for the gladiator. A sob convulsed through her body as she heard them chanting his name . . . Spaniard.
`The games are on and I will die.'
She looked around the holding cell. Her companions were in prayer. All save a small boy, who gazed out of the small window, barred with harsh wood. His eyes were ripe with hope for salvation. `Poor little one. You don't understand. We will all die. There is no salvation from this hell that we now live in.'
He turned, catching her eye and offering her a small smile. Slipping from his position, he stepped quietly around the mumbling masses, huddled against their fate. "When will we be saved?"
He was too young to die like this. To young to be thrown to the lions. She managed a small smile and drew him to her hip. "Soon little one. Soon we will be free once more."
He smiled back at her and her heart broke. All for fate. The games are on.
A rough shout broke through the hushed tones and a woman near the door screamed. `Oh Father, save us. Save us all." The guard were coming.
Many fought, but she only held on tight to the small boy, who seemed to be alone. He cried in fear as a large man grabbed them both and forced them through the dark corridors of the Coliseum. `Oh Father, save us all.'
The light was harsh to the mass. They had been in dark for so long they had forgotten what it was like to see the sun, so high and so bright in the noon sky. The gates were closed and many were screaming and crying.
The small boy was confused at her side. This was a new arena for him, and his ignorance was peaceful. He had not understood the screams and cries of those who had died before them. She kneeled close to the ground, holding the boy to her chest. `Soon, soon they will free the lions. Oh, I would rather be dead by some other devices than this.'
The boy smiled into her cheek and giggled. She looked over her shoulder, following the boy's gaze. The Spaniard was looking at them out of a window, a strange mixture of sadness and fear running through his eyes. He turned his eyes away as the sound of ten cage doors being open and the sound of the fearful roar of the lion.
She closed her eyes, willing this to be over quickly. There was pain, but the light came quickly. She hoped it came as quickly to the rest.
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R/R! You took the time to read it, and you should take the time to review it! hehehe! A rose, for you . . . @}~~/~
Author: Faline
Summary: A look through the eyes of the Christian at the Games.
She closed her eyes and her ears to the pounding around her. The games. The games.
Images of bloody men, and dying children ran through her mind as the crowd cheered once more. One more victory for the gladiator. A sob convulsed through her body as she heard them chanting his name . . . Spaniard.
`The games are on and I will die.'
She looked around the holding cell. Her companions were in prayer. All save a small boy, who gazed out of the small window, barred with harsh wood. His eyes were ripe with hope for salvation. `Poor little one. You don't understand. We will all die. There is no salvation from this hell that we now live in.'
He turned, catching her eye and offering her a small smile. Slipping from his position, he stepped quietly around the mumbling masses, huddled against their fate. "When will we be saved?"
He was too young to die like this. To young to be thrown to the lions. She managed a small smile and drew him to her hip. "Soon little one. Soon we will be free once more."
He smiled back at her and her heart broke. All for fate. The games are on.
A rough shout broke through the hushed tones and a woman near the door screamed. `Oh Father, save us. Save us all." The guard were coming.
Many fought, but she only held on tight to the small boy, who seemed to be alone. He cried in fear as a large man grabbed them both and forced them through the dark corridors of the Coliseum. `Oh Father, save us all.'
The light was harsh to the mass. They had been in dark for so long they had forgotten what it was like to see the sun, so high and so bright in the noon sky. The gates were closed and many were screaming and crying.
The small boy was confused at her side. This was a new arena for him, and his ignorance was peaceful. He had not understood the screams and cries of those who had died before them. She kneeled close to the ground, holding the boy to her chest. `Soon, soon they will free the lions. Oh, I would rather be dead by some other devices than this.'
The boy smiled into her cheek and giggled. She looked over her shoulder, following the boy's gaze. The Spaniard was looking at them out of a window, a strange mixture of sadness and fear running through his eyes. He turned his eyes away as the sound of ten cage doors being open and the sound of the fearful roar of the lion.
She closed her eyes, willing this to be over quickly. There was pain, but the light came quickly. She hoped it came as quickly to the rest.
!~!~!~!~!~!
R/R! You took the time to read it, and you should take the time to review it! hehehe! A rose, for you . . . @}~~/~