The Uprising

The beginning

As I was looking around the massive fighting arena, my thoughts drifted off. I began to think about how much work must've gone into the colosseum and wondered how proud my ancestors and my father were to be able to provide such an amazing gift to our subjects. The colosseum was 187 feet tall, 615 feet long, and 510 wide. My father once told me as a young girl that about 50,000 to 80,000 people could fit into this circular building, with four floors all made out of arches to support itself.  It's truly a piece of art, but of course that's what you'd only expect from us Roman's.

   A sharp jab to the ribs from my brother brought my attention back to the arena which was teeming to its limit of 80,000 people. The second I saw the first figure appear I knew I would witness an unusual fight, but you would never be able to be as shocked as I was when the second gladiator came out. Not only one, but both fighters were female gladiators. The first female gladiator had flaming red curls as vibrant as a blood moon, icy blue eyes as cold as the bone chilling Arctic winds and snow white pale skin. The second female gladiator had the common dark skin and brown hair of the Romans, but had eyes the color of emeralds that left a sense as if an evil and deadly entity was slivering across your skin leaving you afraid and horrified. Both women were dressed in light armor with their arms and lower legs protected in a tough cloth with cloth tunics, but no helmets. They both had long hooked swords and shields and took a stance that made it seem like they were waiting for something. For what I'm not sure, but I know I'd find out soon enough.

A few moments later the sound of metal shifting and grinding resonates throughout the place as a door to the arena opens. Out steps another beautiful female warrior. This one has straight hair that is such a dark black it looks as if it's an endless void that if you fell in you would be forever stuck in its murky depths for an eternity. She had a deep tan and the golden eyes of a wolf that swirled with silver and crimson red. You could see the hatred and blood thirst and the hunger for victory in her eyes. Like the other women she didn't wear a ton of armor but instead wore a chain link breast plate instead of lions cloth and carried two wicked yet oddly beautiful long swords. As she strode up to meet the other women, I heard my brother Augustus (he was named after our grandfather) mumble under his breath in astonishment "Caverarii".

I quickly wiped my head towards him, eyes wide in amazement, I asked "do you mean the type of gladiators who fight together with several others?" Augustus looked at me like he was impressed and replied "That's exactly what I mean, but for them to all be women like you? This is extremely rare, if not impossible!" As I pondered what he just said I looked over a few feet from where I was sitting in the imperial box to see what my father thought about the girls, but he was too captivated by the sight of the terrifying and graceful women to even notice me "fighting" for his attention.

   A sharp roar followed by cheering echoed throughout the air snatching my attention and caused me to seek out the source. The sight I saw left me awed, excited, sickened, and scared all at once. All three of the women were amazing and fierce fighters but the one with the black hair and eyes of a predator left me petrified. She stood up from the body of her victim drenched in blood and smiled. The crowd enraptured by the powerful woman, howled in delight and suspense at the sight of the fallen men and avenging "angels" (more like possessed beauty queens or demonic creatures of the night in a disguise to me) waiting to see what would happen next.

The three women gathered at the bottom of the pile of their victims, clasped hands and screamed at the crowd to be silent. It got so quiet that it sound like nothing was alive at all, not even the wind or sand stirred. After the women knew they had the attention of everyone the gladiator with the brown hair and green eyes began to speak "You may howl at the sight of this blood and gore, but when it's your families you'll think twice. For those who don't recognize us, we are members of the Silver Moon clan. We are the sisters of Conall, and the daughters of Fergal.