The rebel King Spartacus was dead, along with the rebellion. He and thousands of his people were nailed to crosses, lined up on the roads and died horribly of starvation. But not, Cornelius.
Cornelius was one of the leaders of the freed slaves. The last slave and survivor of the rebellion. Or shall he say coward. He managed to escape, running away from the slaughter before a roman's sword could take his life as well. The guilt swallowed him.
Years passed. He spent his life drinking away his sorrows in a whorehouse, thinking of all of the memories he had with his gladiator brothers and his wife and imagining the deaths of all masters who hope to put him in chains again. He could only dream.
Till one day, a brown skin woman with big brown eyes came around with a purpose to bring about another rebellion. He dreamt of killing the roman leaders, however he built up three years worth of selfishness, thus Cornelius wasn't convinced to risk his life again. Yet a dangerous, blood filled incident pushed Cornelius back into the rebel life. Cornelius had no choice but to say yes.