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Gladiators: A Fictional Narrative

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“You’re late,” said the Gladiator as he casually cleaned his sword. Two bodies were at his feet. “We have bigger problems than punctuality. There will be more of them coming.” I said. Caslin, the young soldier who aided Holland, walked up beside me, and was staring in awe at the massive ship in front of us. The ship wasn’t a brilliant piece of engineering that the La Moksian’s were known for, but for our people it was perhaps the closest thing to perfection we could look at. It would get us to our destination at the very least. Caslin said, “The wind is blowing eastward. We can’t leave today.” I nodded in agreement. “How would you suggest we handle this complication?” Caslin shook his head in confusion. He had stuck to my side ever since he had betrayed his own people, and now I took it upon myself to help this young child recover from the violent upbringing the marauders had taught him. The Gladiator too wasn’t sure what to do. He knew that time was of the essence, but didn’t know how little we had left. “Unless you have that staff that can redirect the wind, I would say we can only wait until the wind changes on it’s own.” “We don’t have time for that, but I know what to do. I just came to prepare you.” The Gladiator frowned. “For what?” I held out some devices that were made by the Pequen. They …show more content…

Caslin and the Gladiator dropped to the ground in pain, covering their ears. I felt I slight pain, but my tolerance and the devices helped prevent much harm to my ears. It allowed me to focus on the effects of the scream. I could actually watch the air hover in place; no longer could I feel the morning breeze hitting my face. Water was attempting to flee from my scream, forming giant waves that would never crash onto the shore. The only thing unharmed was the ship, which seemed to actually be a lot stronger than it looked. I had been on the ship before, but I never found out what made it so

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