Chapter 1: The Beggining
When I awoke all I could feel was hunger.
It festered inside me like a wound, for what they gave me to eat had become spare. In my cell I could only see that it was daylight from the small hole too high for me to see from. I was to young to learn to count from my mother when she died, I had only turned 7 before my father had sold me for his debts.
"Rotten Bastard" I couldn't help but say those were when I remembered that day. It was the day I got a new name, one that signified that I was no longer a member of my father's family, someone not worthy of being loved, not worthy of a name.
'I have been a slave for 8 years, I am lucky to survive until now '
Unfortunately, from what I have heard there is a war going on between Greece and Persia, many people have died and thigs are becoming more unstable. This has led to many slaves being used to fight and I don't know any that have come back alive.
I hear chatter from outside which has been more frequent
"Πού είναι οι σκλάβοι"
As ive never learned to communicate verbally I have no real understanding of what there saying, but the sound "σκλάβοι" its what they call us. What do they want with more slaves? I wonder this as I hear my cell door open.
A man taller then I enters and yells at me
" Σήκω σκλάβος αλλιώς θα πεθάνεις την ώρα του πολέμου"
I have no idea what he is saying before he yanks me out of the cell, I cant hold my body up without support so he ends up half dragging me while I try to keep up.
After a what seemed like ages we stop in front of a large wooden door covered in Greek symbols, the prison guard? Pushes the door open and there is a warm breeze that flows by, I see colors that I haven't seen in years that are vibrant and bright.
Its Time to Find a new name, One that I create for myself
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