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Faber suae fortunae

Or Maider and Quintus' love story towards freedom.

Chapter 19

The sun, the proximity to the sea, the warm and welcoming people.

It hadn’t taken long for Quintus, Maider, and their companions to fall in love with Sicily and Syracuse.

The villa Quintus had purchased—a large estate just steps from the sea—was enormous and comfortable. For that reason, Cala, Tyrone, Elia, and the others had decided to stay a few extra weeks before returning to Baetica.

They wanted to enjoy some peace and, above all, Maider and Quintus' wedding, which was only a few days away.

Shortly after Quintus and Maider’s visit to Aemilia, the woman had recognized Quintus as her son and heir to all her fortune.

Thus, Tenax had officially become Quintus Aelius Verus, and to his already considerable wealth, more had been added. Alongside his mother, he had explored his lands on horseback, meeting the farmers who worked there and the administrators who managed them. Together with Aemilia, he listened to everyone’s stories, promising benefits and freedom in exchange for honest work and loyalty.

—We can’t free all the slaves—he remarked on the way back—But we can ensure them a more than decent quality of life. It’s the least we can do, Mother.

Aemilia looked at him with pride. She had always considered herself a good person, but she had never done what Quintus, leaning on his cane with his wounds still bandaged, had done that day. He had dismounted, knelt in the mud, and listened to the farmers. She had never seen any patrician lower himself to the level of his slaves. But Quintus, perhaps because he had once been one of them, had done just that. There was no one better to whom she could entrust all her possessions.

Quintus, for his part, would have preferred a little more peace before returning to business. Especially because he still bore visible bruises and healing wounds, particularly on his back. But Quintus—Tenax—had always been this: a businessman. It had been his essence for a long time and continued to be so. Not that he minded, but there were... moments. Probably, being beaten, whipped, and seeing the love of his life nearly devoured by lions had slightly altered his perception of himself and others.

There were times when he would stare at the sea, lost in thought. He would take deep breaths but feel his heart pounding in his chest. Maider would come to him and embrace him tightly. They would talk, and all of Quintus’s dark thoughts seemed to drift away, leaving his heart lighter.

Maider loved the way Quintus, in those moments, surrendered himself entirely to her. Not that she liked seeing him doubtful, sad, or struggling, but his vulnerability, reserved solely for her, made her feel important. Like two pieces fitting perfectly, Maider and Quintus found completeness in each other’s arms. They gave each other strength. He let her run her fingers through his hair, and kiss him tenderly. Quintus had waited his whole life for someone to treat him with such gentleness, and perhaps it was the same for Maider.

They would marry in five days.

The ceremony would take place at Aemilia’s villa, officiated by a local priest, an old friend of Matrona Aelia. Aemilia and Greta, with occasional meddling from Cala and Maider—although the latter avoided the more tedious matters—were taking care of everything, from decorations to food and clothing.

It was close.

Damn close, and everyone—no one excluded—was buzzing with excitement.

***

Quintus shifted his weight from one foot to the other, wincing slightly. Tyrone, standing beside him with Elia, noticed.

—Do you want the cane, Tenax?

He shook his head, adjusting his white toga.

—No, Tyrone, thanks. Marriage is sacrifice.

Tyrone and Elia stifled their laughter.

Quintus leaned toward the edge of the garden. He couldn’t wait to see Maider arrive.

The priest stood before a brazier, with Quintus, Tyrone, and Elia—his witnesses—on his right. To the left, Cala and Aura awaited Maider. There were several chairs occupied by Tenax’s companions, along with Greta and a couple of Aemilia’s dear friends. Nica sat in the front row, clutching Jula’s hand tightly, visibly excited. Quintus winked at her, and she smiled back.

And then, Maider appeared.

The lyre players began plucking their strings, filling the air with the tune Maider had sung to Aemilia the day they met.

Quintus was speechless.

Maider, accompanied by Aemilia, wore a simple white gown that reached her feet, fastened at the shoulders with golden clasps. She also wore a long veil, embroidered in the Oriental style, through which her almond-shaped green eyes could be seen.

Quintus smiled at her from afar, his heart in his throat.

Maider, too, was overwhelmed when she saw him, nearly tripping and hitting the ground hard. Aemilia caught her in time. Both suppressed a laugh, as did Quintus.

Near the brazier, Aemilia released Maider’s arm and handed her over to Quintus. Quintus took her hand in his, gently moved the veil aside, and kissed her cheek.

—You’re beautiful—he said.

—You’re not too bad yourself—she replied.

They laughed, and the priest began the ceremony.

There was a brief prayer to Juno, followed by the dextrarum iunctio—a joining of their hands as a symbol of union.

—With this clasp of hands, you declare that you belong to each other, today and forever. As the sea embraces the land and never lets it go, so may your love be.

Maider felt Quintus’s calloused hands tighten around hers and met his gaze. Blue eyes locked with green. It was like the first time, when she had been chained on that stage with a sign around her neck, and he had purchased her. Maider had loved him from the start, and as she looked into Quintus’s eyes, she realized he felt the same.

—If you wish, you may exchange words—said the priest.

Quintus gathered his courage and cleared his throat.

-Maider Margalit Bat Yirmeyahu… When I met you, I was a broken man, driven by obligations and ambitions that were never truly my own. Yet, in you, I found strength—the strength that pushed me to leave everything behind and start anew, even when I thought I had nothing left to fight for. Today, before gods and men, I promise to honor and protect you, to build a new life with you, far from the shadows of the past. Whatever the future holds, I will walk beside you. The scars I bear are the price of my freedom, but you are the most precious gift that freedom has given me.

Silent tears rolled down Maider’s cheeks. Even Tenax’s eyes were glistening, as were those of the other witnesses.

-Quintus… Tenax Aelius Verus, I told you you’d make me cry…- she chuckled softly. -I just want to say that I spent a long time searching for my place in the world, but it’s only with you that I found a home. You gave me your trust when no one else would, you saw in me more than what I am, and you never hesitated to share your fears and wounds with me. Today, before the sea and under this sky, I promise you that you will never be alone again. I will be your refuge in dark days and your strength when you falter. It doesn’t matter what we left behind; together, we can create something new, something that’s ours.

She hesitated, briefly wiping away her tears.

-As the waves never stop returning to the shore, I will always stand by your side.

Quintus held her hands tightly. He wanted to embrace her, to pull her close, but instead, after a moment of loaded silence, he took a small silver cup of sweet wine offered by the priest. He drank a little and then handed the cup to Maider, who did the same. This gesture, a symbol of sharing and trust, sealed their union in the eyes of those present and the gods.

-You may kiss now,- said the priest, smiling.

Maider threw her arms around his neck, and Quintus pulled her close.

They kissed for a long time.

Amid the applause of their family.

Masters of their lives.

Fabri suae fortunae.

***

That evening, alone in the villa Quintus had purchased, in their bedroom, Maider paused for a moment to gaze at the sea.

That sea, which had been the site of her greatest trauma, now, somehow, peacefully, became the frame for her future. A frame of hope. Of rebirth. Of family.

She felt lips on her neck. She smiled. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine.

-Are you alright, darling?

She exhaled. She relaxed.

-Yes. Now I am.

Quintus kissed her cheek from behind and caressed her shoulders.

-You were tense.

-I’m just realizing that it’s all real. For the first time, now.

She turned around.

-That you’re mine, finally. And I’m yours.

He smiled at her. He kissed her and, with a swift movement, lifted her into his arms. She let out a small squeal. Laughed.

-Quin, are you crazy?! Your back!

-I’ll survive. And anyway, I’ve been yours since the first day.

She kissed him.

-How could I forget, my lord and master?

He laughed, a deep laugh that thrilled Maider.

-Say it again.

Maider laughed. She kissed him again.

-Put me on that bed, and I’ll say it until I’m exhausted.

-At your command, Domina.

Clothes fell to the ground.

And the air filled with sighs, moans, and the scent of amber.

***

Three and a half years later...

Three figures, lying on the grass.

A thirty-eight-year-old man, a fifteen-year-old girl, and a three-year-old child.

The man’s eyes are blue, large, and expressive. The girl’s are green and intelligent. The child’s are almond-shaped and blue, the same shade as his.

-Dad, what const… collestation is that?- the child asks.

The man laughs softly. Pinches her cheek.

-Constellation, Yahel. And that’s the Ursa Major.

The child makes a puzzled face.

-But it doesn’t look like a bear!

-It takes a bit of imagination…- he says. -And anyway, it’s also called the Great Cart.

-Wow, Dad. One day, I want to know as much as you!

The girl and the man exchange a glance. They laugh.

-What?- asks the child.

-Do you know who taught me all these things?- the man says.

The child meets her father’s and sister’s gaze. She guesses.

-Mom?

-Exactly. Not so long ago, I couldn’t even read or write, you know?

-Neither could I!- the girl says.

-What?- the child exclaims. -I mean, Nica’s still young, but you, Dad, you’re kind of… old, aren’t you?

Nica and Quintus laugh.

-Yahel!- Nica scolds.

-What? I told the truth!

-Take it easy, little beast. Your father is still in his prime, and… well, there was a time when we weren’t at peace. We were lost… I was lost. But then your mother found me. And she saved me.

The child hesitates.

-Well, yeah. Mom’s pretty awesome.

-You can say that again,- Nica says.

A voice calls out in the evening light, coming from the villa’s porch.

-Quin! Girls! Dinner’s ready!

Quintus sits up, smiling.

-Let’s go, girls. Come on!

-Yes, courage is what we need,- Nica mutters.

-I agree, sister.

Quintus sighs. He helps the girls up, then picks Yahel up in his arms and wraps an arm around Nica’s shoulders.

-No critiques of your mom’s cooking, understood?

Nica and Yahel sigh.

-Dad…

-Why not let Claudia cook?

-Because your mother is as stubborn as a goat, and before admitting she can’t cook, I think she’d poison us all.

Maider emerges from the kitchen. She’s holding a ladle. She’s pregnant.

-Come on! I made meatballs; they’re hot!

Quintus gently sets Yahel down. The girls head into the house hand in hand. Maider strokes their heads before letting them go.

-Maider…

-Quin, please, spare me the lecture.

He approaches her and wraps her in his arms.

-No, but you know how I feel. You’re five months along, still teaching singing and Latin lessons, and now even cooking full meals…

She kisses him.

-I swear that as soon as I feel tired, I’ll stop. But as long as I feel fine, please, let me. Otherwise, I feel like a piece of furniture.

-You wouldn’t be a piece of furniture. I trust you, and I love you, but remember to rest, alright?

She smiles at him. They kiss again.

-I love you too.

She takes his hand.

-Come on, let’s go. Besides, it’s better if I stay active, right? The baby boy will have lots of energy.

-The baby boy? Can’t it be a girl?

She smiles at him. Squeezes his hand.

-I feel it’s a boy. Trust me.

Maider and Quintus couldn’t know that, yes, the baby would be a boy.

And his name would be...

Tenax.

***

Hi everyone, Eli here. ❤️

So, we’ve reached the end of Maider and Tenax/Quintus’s story.

Let me start by saying it’s not a true ending, just a pause in the main narrative. I’ll be writing slices of life for these characters because I’m not ready to part with them. We deserve to see more of Tenax/Quintus as a landowner and as a dad, and Maider as a mum and teacher. I can’t wait to write about that.

I want to thank all of you for being with me on this wild ride.

Special thanks to Justine and the other users who’ve always left supportive comments and likes. You are essential to me, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I recently discovered that I’m Aspie, and I must tell you that writing about Maider and Tenax has been and is very therapeutic for me. That’s another reason I’ll keep going. Everyone has the right to escape to their happy place, and Maider and Tenax’s world is mine. I hope it’s a little bit yours too.

I send you all a big hug and we’ll see each other the next slices of life chapter.

Thank you for everything.

Eli

#those about to die #tenax #iwan rheon #fanfiction #tenax x oc #those about to die fanfiction

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maverickscorner · 9 months ago

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Faber suae fortunae

Or Quintus and Maider's love story towards freedom.

Chapter 18

Aemilia Aelia Vera lived a simple life.

Well, if having a beautiful estate not far from the sea, with extensive farmland and many workers, could be considered simple.

Nevertheless, Aemilia had always been a humble woman—kind in her manners, never excessive in dealing with others, and simple in her dress.

She had friends from all social backgrounds and often helped the less fortunate with donations or acts of charity.

At fifty years old, she considered herself a good person.

Life had taken much from her: after becoming pregnant at fifteen and having to leave her baby with that depraved man, Cirus Caius Sartus, she had been sick for many years, likely from a broken heart. When she recovered, she had become an adult: no man her age wanted her, so she had to marry an older one, Alexander Curius Metellus, a distinguished and kind man of sixty with whom she had a daughter. However, the little girl, Ariadna, fell gravely ill and died at just ten years old, leaving an unfillable void in the hearts of Alexander and Aemilia. Due to his grief and age, Alexander followed her soon after, leaving Aemilia alone.

Yes, Aemilia had been alone for many years, but with everything she had to do, she never got bored. And when she felt sad, she could walk to the sea in about ten minutes. She would sink her feet into the sand, take a deep breath, and think about her children.

“Quintus. Ariadna.”

Aemilia sighed, continuing to weave the basket she was making. Engaging in simple activities that allowed her to clear her mind was incredibly relaxing. Moreover, that morning, the porch provided pleasant shade, shielding her from the relentless Sicilian sun.

She heard footsteps. Greta, her housekeeper, handmaid, and best friend, appeared.

Greta Ausilia was a few years older than her. She had a sturdy build and shoulder-length blonde hair. Unlike Aemilia, who was slender, of average height, with dark hair and large, expressive blue eyes.

Returning from the market, Greta waved and headed into the villa to put away her purchases.

—How did it go?— Aemilia asked, pausing her weaving for a moment.

—Well!— Greta replied —Octavius, from the fish market, continues to pursue me relentlessly.

—You should give him a chance, Greta.

—Don’t joke, Domina. I don’t want to risk smelling like fish all day.

—But he’s a good man!

Greta sighed, rolling her eyes.

—I may not be noble like you, Aemilia, but I have my standards, and you know it.

—Of course, of course— Aemilia said, not wanting to argue with her friend —Rather, have you heard anything about that young man who arrived in town with that ship…?

Greta smiled. She loved gossip.

—Oh, yes! I’ve heard some interesting things! Let me put away the groceries, and I’ll be right back!

Aemilia nodded, intrigued.

A few days earlier, a Greek ship had docked in Syracuse. A colorful group of people had disembarked, led, it was said, by a thirty-five-year-old man, covered in healing bruises and walking with a cane, but sharp and intelligent, who called himself Quintus.

Aemilia was immediately curious—not only because of the young man’s name, a name she loved, but because this Quintus was incredibly wealthy. The first thing he had done upon landing in Syracuse was to search for a large house by the sea and outside the city to settle his large family.

Greta approached with an all-knowing look and sat on one of the porch’s sofas. Aemilia set the basket aside.

—Go on, I’m all ears.

—Well, it seems this young man, this Quintus, found the house he was looking for. It’s the large Siri villa by the sea, with extensive farmland.

—Wait, the one by the Sulfataria beach?

Greta nodded.

—Exactly. Three million for the villa, which Quintus paid as easily as we buy bread. Rumor has it that he’s a wealthy merchant from the north, but he’s very reserved.

—And all those bruises?— Aemilia asked.

—Apparently, he was attacked by bandits during his journey. However, he has a proud bearing and a noble soul. Some saw him buy half of the baker’s bread the other morning and distribute it to the city’s poor. Yes, he and that girl…

—What girl?

—They say her name is Maider, Domina. She’s his partner. They’re not married, but it seems they will be soon. They have a daughter, a very cute blonde girl. And then there’s the group of people following him: Numidians, children, Spaniards…

—Such a mystery, this young man.

—You can say that again. As I mentioned, he’s very reserved, so little has leaked out, even from the Siri family, who sold him the villa. Some tried talking to the Greeks from the ship, which is still anchored in the port, but they haven’t revealed—or haven’t wanted to reveal—much. Maybe they were well-paid.

Aemilia nodded. She had heard many rumors, but this one particularly interested her. Not only because of the young man’s name but also because of the mysterious aura surrounding him. She felt drawn to this story by an unknown, supernatural force, a thin red thread that spoke to the depths of her soul, which…

—Domina!

Aemilia and Greta turned to look at a young servant coming from the estate’s entrance. He was breathless.

—Petrus! What’s wrong?

The boy caught his breath.

—Domina, at the gate… there’s a man asking for you.

A moment of expectant silence.

—His name is Quintus.

***

Quintus and Maider stood at the gate of the grand villa perched on one of the promontories just outside the city.

It was hot, but a pleasant breeze ruffled their hair.

He was looking beyond the iron gate.

She was looking at him, lost in thoughts he struggled to share even with her.

Still a bit bruised from the severe beating by the Praetorians several days earlier, he leaned on a cane.

Maider heard him sigh softly.

—Quin?

He turned to her, snapping out of his thoughts. He gave her a tender, questioning look.

—Tell me.

—Do you… do you feel ready?

He sighed again. Swallowed.

—Yes. I think the time has come.

He squeezed her hand.

—Together.

She smiled at him. Kissed him.

—Always.

The servant they had spoken to came running back towards them.

Quintus and Maider straightened their backs. They held hands tightly.

—Thank you for waiting— he said to them —Domina Aemilia is ready to receive you.

***

Aemilia saw them approaching from afar.

He was dressed in blue, a richly decorated tunic. She wore a lighter dress, in the same shade. Over it, a very light shawl.

He was limping, using a cane for stability. He held her hand tightly in his.

Tenderly, Aemilia thought. A pleasant realization, considering the rough and violent men often around.

But it was when he lifted his gaze to meet hers that Aemilia’s heart skipped a beat.

God, that young man had her same eyes.

Large, expressive, blue.

Aemilia clenched her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms.

She forced herself to rein in the feelings rushing from her heart to her mind, preventing her from thinking clearly.

“Calm down, Aemilia. It can’t be, and you know it.”

She looked at Greta. She also seemed struck, lost in her thoughts.

Both of them stood up.

As soon as they were close, the two young people bowed their heads.

—Matrona Aelia— he said —Thank you for admitting us into your presence. I am Quintus, and this is my fiancée, Maider. We are…

—I know who you are— Aemilia said —Or rather, I know about you as much as you know about me. How can I help you?

Quintus looked her straight in the eyes. Words seemed to fail him. Aemilia felt her mouth go dry.

—I don’t know what they’ve told you about us… about me. But I’ve been very careful not to reveal anything about myself or my family around. We don’t want anything from you. If they’ve spoken of me, you know I have no financial needs. But I wanted… I wanted, well… to talk to you about someone.

Aemilia couldn’t take her eyes off his. She didn’t speak; she wouldn’t have been able to.

—I know that when you were little more than a girl, you had a son— he said.

Aemilia felt faint. She shook her head.

—Show me your left elbow— she said.

Quintus, Maider, and Greta all stared at her, wide-eyed.

—What?— he said.

—Please, do as I said.

He nodded, his expression tense. He approached her and showed her his left elbow.

She gently took his arm, and then… she saw it.

She let out a gasp of astonishment, her eyes filling with tears. She brought a hand to her lips.

She had to sit down. She felt like she might faint.

—It can’t be!

Quintus moved closer. Tears filled his eyes too.

—Aemilia…

Greta had understood, but she couldn’t believe it. She had been with Aemilia when she gave birth to her first child. She too had noticed that mark on the baby’s elbow.

But it couldn’t be. Not after thirty-five years.

Aemilia sobbed.

—My baby…— she whispered, looking away —The baby I lost had a triangular birthmark on his left elbow. When I saw it, I thought it would always remind him of where he came from. From his mother’s land, Sicily.

A tear rolled down Quintus’s right cheek. He sought Aemilia’s gaze, his heart heavy.

—Aemilia, it’s me…— he whispered —I’m that baby. I swear it.

Aemilia didn’t need further confirmation. She stood up and hugged him. Quintus hugged her back.

They cried.

Greta and Maider cried too, around them.

—I always knew… that you were alive. There isn’t a day I haven’t thought of you.

—I was afraid you’d reject me— he whispered —I had no one for so long…

Aemilia shook her head, looking into his eyes.

—But… how…?

He smiled at her.

—It’s a long story.

—Please, tell me.

Quintus nodded and, parting from his mother, sat on one of the comfortable porch sofas at her gesture.

***

Aemilia took the glass with trembling hands. She drank a sip of water just because it felt like swallowing nails.

—You ran away. At ten years old. Because he beat you.

Quintus sighed. He clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to tell his mother that his father had abused him. It would break her heart.

—I made sure he stopped doing it— he murmured —There wasn’t a day I wasn’t punched. I caused a fire, and he was killed in it. That’s why I ran.

Aemilia shook her head.

—When I heard he was dead, I felt a sense of relief; he was a horrible person. But my thoughts immediately turned to you. I tried to ransom you, without telling my parents. The functionaries lied to me, saying you would be sold like all his possessions. They probably didn’t even know who you were. I’m so sorry, Quintus.

As they spoke, they had taken each other’s hands. He squeezed hers.

—It’s okay— he reassured her —If I hadn’t escaped, I would have remained a slave. I wouldn’t have gone to Rome, fought for my wealth tooth and nail. I wouldn’t have met the people I love.

He looked at Maider, and she nestled tenderly against him. Then Quintus’s expression grew tense.

—It wasn’t easy. And I’m not the person you think I am. To achieve my goals, I did everything I had to. I… I was a criminal, for a long time.

Aemilia didn’t seem shocked.

—I imagine you did what you had to survive. I don’t condone it, but I understand.

Then she added:

—I’ve heard good things about you, Quintus. That since you’ve been here, you’ve fed the city’s poor multiple times. That you help those in need. I don’t think a criminal would do all that.

Quintus smiled bitterly.

—Until recently, I wouldn’t have been capable of it either. But I met people who made me… decent.

—You were already decent— Maider interrupted —You just didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

—Yes, but I left that life because of you and Cala. You know I’ll never thank you enough for it.

—The greatest thanks is surviving the Praetorians— Maider told him —Forget the rest.

—Praetorians?— Aemilia asked, concerned —Is that why you’re so bruised and injured?

Quintus nodded solemnly.

He told her about his alliance with Domitian, who had made him advisor and Aedile Ludi. About the emperor’s ambitions for him. His brief but bloody imprisonment. The events in the Colosseum and their escape.

Aemilia couldn’t believe his words. She brought a hand to her mouth, astonished.

—You’ve been so brave, Quintus. You’ve had to… endure so much. It’s all so incredibly unbelievable.

—It wasn't easy— he said —But we made it. And now we’re here. Finally together.

Maider kissed him. Aemilia smiled.

—How did you two meet?— she asked.

Maider and Quintus looked at each other. They blushed.

—I…— he said —I bought her.

—What?

—It’s true— Maider confirmed —I’m Jewish, born and raised in Jerusalem. I arrived in Rome as a slave, after terrible times. I was about to be sold to a noble Roman family when Quintus… well, he heard me singing and bought me.

Aemilia looked at her with interest.

—You sing, Maider?

She shrugged.

—Well…

Quintus smiled, rolling his eyes.

—Honestly, after everything that happened, after your voice literally saved our skin, you’re still so modest?

Aemilia laughed.

—Now I’m curious. Will you sing something for me?

Maider looked at Quintus, who nodded encouragingly.

She hadn’t sung since the events at the Colosseum.

How far they had come since then.

Since Rome.

And now, under the shade of that beautiful porch, Maider realized she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Free.

And, looking at Quintus, she realized that he finally was too. Free from the chains of his superficial and violent life; free from Domitian’s ambitions; he had paid for every wrong he had done, on every inch of his skin, and had emerged new, renewed. The man she loved. Her Quintus.

Maider took his hand, cleared her throat, and began to sing an ancient song. A song that spoke of freedom and infinity.

—Anol shalom

Anol sheh lay konnud de ne um…

Time stood still.

Aemilia, breathless, placed a hand over her heart. Quintus looked at Maider as if she were the greatest treasure.

The sirocco carried the song’s notes far away.

***

Hello everyone!

I'm sorry for the waiting, but here's the new chapter!

Tenax/Quintus and Maider are finally adjusting to a new, happier and calmer life.

Hope you liked it as much as I loved writing it.

We are almost at the end of their story, but I love them so much, and I think I will still write about their slices of life, and of course post those chapters here!

Love you. Thanks for your support.

Eli ❤️

P.S. The song Maider is singing is "Now we are free" from Gladiator ☺️

#those about to die #tenax #iwan rheon #fanfiction #tenax x oc #those about to die fanfiction

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maverickscorner · 9 months ago

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Guys, anyways.

It's not a secret I'm living a part of my life in which I'm madly in love with Iwan Rheon.

Now, now.

I'm reading ACOTAR and why WHY in my mind Rhys is Iwan. I read dark hair and intense blue (violet) eyes and my mind chose its path.

Don't get me wrong, I saw all the fanarts of Rhys and he's extremely handsome.

But Iwan is so charming to me, and I find his adult face (like, late thirties face) very okay to portray Rhys in my head.

I'm sorry, everyone.

But I have proofs 👇🏻

Pls ACOTAR fandom don't be mad at me, I'm new! 👉🏻👈🏻

#a court of thorns and roses #rhysand #high lord rhysand #high lord of the night court #feyre archeron #acotar #acomaf #iwan rheon #i'm just a girl

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maverickscorner · 9 months ago

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Hi everyone!

I'm alive and very sorry for my late chapter-updating! I promise chapter 18 is in review phase and will be published soon!

Thanks for your patience and understanding ❤️

Eli

#fanfiction #tenax x oc #those about to die fanfiction

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maverickscorner · 9 months ago

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Faber suae fortunae

Or Quintus and Maider's love story towards freedom.

Chapter 17

From that day at the Colosseum onward, no one ever saw Tenax, Maider, Cala, or any of their company again.

Some said they had escaped northward by land. Others believed they had headed south, but no one seemed to have crossed their path or exchanged even a few words with them.

All of Tenax’s properties had been sold to foreign entrepreneurs, who revealed they had done business through intermediaries and knew the seller only by sparse, fleeting remarks.

Some speculated that all those sales must have brought in several million sesterces, enough for Tenax and his company to live well for generations.

Domitian, having narrowly escaped assassination, was busy from that point on with keeping both the people and the aristocrats on his side. The enchantment sustained for years by the formula “panem et circenses” had all but vanished. Conspiracies followed one after another in the ensuing years, and Domitian, increasingly weakened, no longer had the strength to think of Tenax.

Over time, and amid greater problems, he forgot him.

One day, a rumor surfaced that Tenax, Maider, Cala, and company had left on a Greek ship, likely departing from Ostia.

Shortly after, another rumor spread: that ship had likely sunk, and all had perished.

In the midst of widespread dismay, Rome forgot Tenax, and it forgot Maider.

Yet, even as time passed, her songs continued to be hummed by the people of the city.

They were sung by the kitchen maids, on the lips of children, and in the voices of the shopkeepers.

Rome had tasted a hint of freedom.

And that—no, it would never be forgotten.

***

Cala leaned on the ship’s railing, letting her gaze drift beyond the horizon.

She allowed herself to exhale, perhaps for the first time in days.

Behind and ahead of them, only open sea.

They were a day away from Ostia, and she could finally start to relax.

The stress of the last few days had been unbearable, and she still couldn’t believe she’d pulled it off.

Without Tenax’s help, but with his invaluable advice, she had closed every open issue, amassed a large fortune, made sure that Tenax and Maider survived the Flavian Amphitheater, and organized their escape route to Ostia and then to their next destination.

Damn, she had been excellent.

Possibly the greatest achievement of her life, and she’d done it.

She smiled, and a solitary tear ran down her cheek.

“Now we start over,” she told herself.

—Mother, are you okay?

Cala turned slightly. Jula stood close by, holding her daughter, little Arya, in her arms.

Cala wiped her cheek.

—Oh, don’t mind me, darling. It’s just the tension of the last few days, it’s finally easing now. I’m just glad we’re all here.

Jula hugged her, and so did Arya.

—You did an excellent job. We’re all safe because of you.

—Oh, stop it. Without Tenax’s plans, I probably wouldn’t have known what to do.

—Then let’s say you made a great team. You’ll see, he’ll be the first to tell you when he wakes up.

Cala sighed.

Since Tyrone had broken the chains binding him to that column at the Colosseum, Tenax had drifted in and out of consciousness.

He had lost a lot of blood and was completely exhausted.

In those frantic moments, the whole group had helped Tenax.

He’d been quickly treated with bandages and ointments, laid on a cart, taken to Ostia, brought aboard the ship they were currently on, and placed in a spacious cabin.

Maider, who had a few bruises and scrapes but nothing serious, watched over him day and night, along with Nica.

A crew member, who had some medical knowledge, examined him and said his body just needed resting, and he’d wake up soon.

Everyone on that ship was waiting for that moment.

Tenax was the rope holding them together, and seeing him in pain saddened them all.

Cala heard Kwame laughing and snapped out of her thoughts, turning her head.

He was talking to one of the sailors, who was animatedly explaining how the ship worked.

Cala smiled. Her son loved adventure. The moment she freed him, despite the tension, had been one of the best of her life.

Now Kwame would choose his own adventure, one nobody could ever impose on him again. Cala was ready to let him go, as long as he was free and happy.

—Mother!

Cala turned again, along with Jula. Aura was running towards her with Iris and a couple kids of Tenax’s little army.

—What is it? —she asked.

Aura smiled.

—Tenax is awake!

Cala thanked her gods, and after a moment of emotional hesitation, she hurried below deck.

***

Maider had only a hard wooden chair with a cushion.

She’d spent the last two nights there and would stay as long as it took for Tenax to recover.

Despite her aching back, she didn’t care.

She looked over at Tenax.

He was sleeping peacefully, half-covered. His torso was bandaged due to the whip wounds, as were his wrists, one arm, and a leg, with wounds of varying severity. Not to mention the numerous bruises, treated with ointments and creams.

All in the process of healing, of course. But still so painfully visible.

Maider sighed.

The crew had set up a cot for her, but she preferred the chair. She felt that all her accumulated worry would only dissipate once Tenax awoke. And so she sat there, more or less ready, more or less alert.

Nica was asleep on the cot, never having left Tenax and Maider side for a moment. Maider felt a deep affection for the little girl, though perhaps she wasn’t ready to admit it to herself. She gently brushed a blond strand from Nica’s face with a slight smile.

“Sleep a little, darling,” she had told her. “I’ll call you when Tenax wakes up.”

Nica had nodded and, utterly exhausted, fell asleep immediately on the cot.

Maider drew her chair closer to Tenax’s bed. She leaned forward. She took his hand in hers and stroked it.

—We did it, Quintus. It was… —she hesitated, shaking her head— …it was insane, but we did it. To think that a month ago, I had no purpose in life other than to idle away. I lived without worrying about the future because I felt safe within the four walls of the Hur palace. And now… now I’ve been through so much. We’ve been through so much. But I know what I want from the future. I want you. I want to start a family with you. Maybe even with Nica, because I adore her. I want you to teach me everything you know, and I want to teach you everything I know.

She closed her eyes, lowering her head, his hand against her cheek.

—You’d probably say I’m being sappy. But we’ve had some pretty rough moments; let me indulge a bit.

She sighed.

—You turned my life upside down, Quin. And it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Except for the lions and beatings, of course.

She felt Tenax’s hand gently stroke her.

She almost had a heart attack.

She looked up immediately. Green eyes met blue ones. He smiled weakly at her.

—I agree on the part about the lions and beatings —Tenax murmured.

She covered her mouth with her hand and, carefully avoiding his wounds, threw her arms around his neck.

She cried.

In truth, they both cried, quietly.

***

Everyone crowded into Tenax’s cabin.

Indeed, there was quite a crowd.

When they heard that Tenax had finally regained consciousness, the entire group rushed below deck to check on him.

So, beside Maider, who held his hand by the bed, and Nica, Cala, Aura, Jula, Kwame, Claudia, Elia, Iris, Tyrone, tiny Arya, and Tenax’s little army, all eight of them—Woola, Julio, Aurelius, Rami, Claudius, Zara, Marcus, and Demetra—were there.

—How are you? —Cala asked.

—Like I’ve been run over by a cart, —said Tenax— but better than yesterday. I’ll be fine.

After a moment of silence, he continued.

—I admit that being beaten and whipped has somewhat altered my understanding of what happened in the last few days. Did we really make it?

Cala smiled at him. She nodded.

—Yes. Operation Tabula Rasa went off without a hitch. I followed all your instructions, though I’d have liked a bit more time.

Tenax sighed, understanding.

—Did you sell everything?

Cala nodded.

—Yes. We’ve got half the ship loaded with chests of gold. We bought silence and cooperation from many, but we’ve still got a fortune left.

—Give me a number, Cala.

—Almost thirty million, Tenax. Almost thirty million sesterces.

Half the room’s jaws literally dropped. The other half burst into astonished comments. Even Tenax was very surprised.

—Damn. I didn’t think I was that rich.

Cala hesitated.

—You were richer, actually. Buying Kwame’s freedom cost quite a bit, as did the silence of the apothecary and lion tamers, who helped us poison the animals.

—I understand, and that’s fine, —he said, stroking Maider’s hand but keeping his gaze on Cala— we’re only here because of you. If we’d ended up with a few thousand sesterces, we’d still be lucky. Thank you, Cala, from the bottom of my heart.

Cala smiled at him, a bit moved.

—Don’t thank me. I just returned the favor. What would have happened to me and my children without you? I may have solved a few difficult situations… and yes, difficult is an understatement, but I never would have made it without your help. Seeing all of us safe is the greatest reward.

Tenax smiled at her warmly, then raised his eyebrows with some difficulty.

—Too bad. I was planning to give you five million sesterces…

—Five? —she exclaimed— Are you crazy? I was expecting at least ten!

Everyone laughed.

—All right, all right, —said Tenax, after a moment of silence— you all know that if you’re on this ship, and in this cabin, you’re the people I care about most in the world. I know… it’s not easy to imagine me as someone capable of love, but maybe, and I’m saying this to myself as well, it’s time to get used to it. You, all of you, have been with me and helped me not only in these difficult moments, but ever since you’ve known me, and I can never thank you enough for this. Now, you know we’re headed to Sicily. This is because I’m originally from Syracuse: I was born a slave but to patrician parents. And my name isn’t Tenax… it’s Quintus.

Everyone let out a surprised sigh.

—I know. I’ve never told anyone, except Maider. You can call me that from now on, if you want. But I am and always will be Tenax, too. So both names are fine.

He gestured for Maider to hand him a glass of water. He was still very tired and weak. Maider handed it to him. Tenax drank, then gave it back to her, thanking her with a gentle glance.

—Friends, there’s no need to beat around the bush. You’re free to do whatever you want. I mean, you can come with me to Syracuse, where I want to buy a big house and live a new life… or go somewhere else.

Cala nodded.

—I had expressed my wish to return to Numidia…

—Mother—Jula interrupted her—Elia and I actually want to go back to his home in Baetica.

Cala looked confused.

—But Jula…

—Mother—Aura chimed in—We also want to go to Baetica, Iris and I. Elia told us he has a family estate there, with lots of animals! The nearby town is small and peaceful, and Iris and I could open a little shop…

Cala was speechless and could only look at Elia with a worried expression, saying:

—And you didn’t tell me anything!

He raised his hands.

—Forgive us, Cala, we didn’t have time. I’ve always wanted to return to Baetica, and this seems like the right moment. The house is large, we have animals and some land. With a bit of money, I’m sure we can make it flourish.

—I’ll take care of that—Tenax said—I can give you the right amount to…

—Hold on, Tenax—Cala replied, a little worried, looking first at her children and then at Tyrone—I… Tyrone and I had thought of going back to Numidia. But I can’t do that without my children and granddaughter.

Tyrone stepped closer to her. He took Cala’s hands in his. All eyes were on them.

—It’s alright, Cala. We’ll go to Baetica too. We’ll stay with the kids until they’re settled, and who knows… maybe my son Kahir can join us as well.

Cala allowed herself to let her guard down.

—Tyrone, I…

—I love you. You know that. But it’s right that you stay with your family. I’ll follow you and help, if Elia wants.

—Of course I want to!—said the young Corsi—And your son is welcome, Tyrone.

Cala let out a resigned but serene sigh. She squeezed Tyrone’s hands, kissed him softly on the cheek, and said:

—Thank you.

A thank you filled with countless meanings. A thank you that would turn into kisses and embraces, in private.

—So…—Cala said—Baetica it is!

—Good—Tenax added—The ship will reach Syracuse, and then I’ll arrange for you to be brought to Baetica. You, and any others in our group who wish to join you.

Kwame slowly stepped forward.

—Forgive me, Tenax, mother…

Everyone fell silent, looking at him. He cleared his throat.

—I’ve spoken a lot with the sailors on this ship. They’ve seen that I’m sharp and that I learn quickly. They’re Greek merchants, and they’ve offered me a place on their crew.

Cala nodded solemnly. Aura and Jula looked more worried.

—Alright, but we just got you back, brother—Aura said—Are you telling us we won’t see you anymore?

He approached his sisters, placing his hands on their shoulders.

—That’s not entirely true, sisters. I’ll come visit, and in the meantime… I’ll see the world. I spent years in a cell, fighting to survive. And now that I’m free again, I want to savor every moment of my freedom. I want to travel, explore, see. But I can’t do that if I stay put in one place.

Cala came closer to them.

—Kwame is right. He deserves to follow his own path, even if we’ll miss him terribly.

Jula and Aura nodded, tears in their eyes. Jula gave him a playful pat.

—Poor sailors…—she laughed—They have no idea how much trouble you’ll give them with that personality of yours.

—Come here—said Kwame.

The four of them embraced tenderly. Everyone in the room was moved.

Tenax held Maider’s hand, and she hurried to kiss it softly. Out of the corner of his eye, Tenax saw Nica reaching for his hand. He held her small hand, squeezing it affectionately.

—If I may…—Woola said, stepping up to Tenax—I’d like to go with you, Tenax. I imagine you’ll need help in your new estate.

Tenax smiled at him.

—You’re welcome, Woola. And with you, anyone else who wants to come with me.

—Elia...—said Julio—I’d like to go with you. I heard you have beautiful horses, and I’d love to help take care of them. If I’m not imposing, that is…

Elia tousled his blond hair.

—You’re not imposing, Julio. I’ll need all the help I can get, actually. Anyone who wants to come to Baetica is welcome!

The hands of three more children went up. There was Zara, of Numidian origins, who had always gotten along well with Cala and now wanted to go with her. Then Demetra, who was a bit older and had helped Jula with Arya. She, too, wanted to stay with them. And finally Aurelius, who shared Julio’s love for animals and was his loyal friend; he’d follow him anywhere.

Still, Woola was also close to Julio, and he felt a bit sad at the thought of parting ways. But Woola would never leave Tenax, and Julio knew it well. They hugged, promising to write to each other.

Claudius, Marcus, and Rami would go with Tenax, because they felt more than loyalty to him—they felt a deep affection and gratitude. They would help him with the new estate and then go wherever their paths led them.

As the children of Tenax’s army embraced each other, aware that they would soon part ways, Claudia approached Tenax’s bed and said:

—Master, you know how I feel. I’ve served you for many years, and I’ll continue to, forever.

Tenax gave her a grateful smile. He let go of Maider’s hand for a moment and held his out to his governess. Claudia, astonished, took it in hers.

—You honor me, Claudia, but from now on, no more “master.” You’ll stay with me as an employee, but with complete freedom.

Claudia felt her eyes well up.

—You would really do that for me?

Tenax squeezed her hand, and said softly:

—The fact that you’re staying is more than I deserve. Now don’t get me emotional, because I might start crying, and that wouldn’t be a pretty sight.

A single tear ran down Claudia’s cheek. She kissed the back of his hand.

—Thank you, Tenax. Thank you.

A few more minutes passed. Tenax was very tired and needed rest.

Everyone quietly left the cabin, one by one.

Only Maider and Nica stayed.

The bed in the cabin was wide, and Maider and Nica lay down on either side of Tenax.

He smiled.

—Please, don’t tell me you two want to go to Baetica too.

They laughed. Tenax held his ribs, wincing in pain. Maider gently stroked his hair.

—Oh, I’m only coming with you for the money. Right, Nica?

The little girl nodded.

—Yeah, definitely for the money.

They laughed again. Tenax held his ribs once more. Nica hugged his arm tightly.

—All jokes aside…—she said—You do want me, right?

Tenax and Maider exchanged a knowing look, then turned to her.

—Actually—said Tenax—We wanted to ask if you want us.

Nica’s little heart skipped a beat. She pointed to herself.

–Me?

–Yes,– Tenax said, –I’m not sure if you noticed, but I’ve lost my collection of pebbles. It’s going to take some time to rebuild it.

Nica blinked her big green eyes.

–How long?

Tenax seemed to think about it, once again exchanging a look with Maider.

–I don’t know… maybe a lifetime?

It took Nica a moment to understand. She looked back and forth between Maider and Tenax.

–You… you want to adopt me?

Maider and Tenax held each other close.

–Yes,– he told her, winking, –if that’s what you want. Although, you’ll have to be patient with us. I mean, your adoptive father is a former criminal, and your adoptive mother is an anti-imperial rabble-rouser, and…

Nica didn’t let him finish. She stood, walked around the bed, and hugged them both gently.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

She could barely speak.

–Thank you,– was all she could say. –It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

In that moment, Maider and Tenax felt complete.

***

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Faber suae fortunae

Or (Quintus and) Maider's love story towards freedom.

Chapter 16

Rome was roaring that day.

A muffled scream rose from the city like a uniform chant, filling the streets, alleys, and squares.

Dozens and dozens of people, having abandoned their homes and shops, were heading towards the Flavian Amphitheater.

A new day of Games, yet different from the previous ones and probably from the ones to follow as well.

That's because on the lips of the people, besides the name of Domitian, that day there were also those of Tenax and Maider.

—Tenax and Maider will be punished in the Arena!

The crowd was rushing in droves.

Because it was the crowd itself who made the Flavian Amphitheater what it was: a concentration of emotions.

Strong, violent, instinctive, archaic emotions.

Low, common, passionate emotions.

It wasn’t the emperor who fueled the Games, but the people of Rome.

People pushed so constantly to the brink of death and despair that they found no other outlet but to see others suffer more, bleed more, die worse.

But the people of Rome, though guilty of perpetuating certain patterns tied to the Games, could do nothing about it. The crowd that demanded blood during the Games was a collective monster, created by the emperors and their Aediles Ludi.

For this reason, Domitian found it particularly amusing and intoxicating that his last Aedile Ludi and his girlfriend would be the protagonists of the Games that day.

“Let the Games begin!”

It was a crystal-clear day. A light breeze offered slight relief to the sweat-beaded brows. The scorching sun beat down on plebeians and patricians alike as they flocked to the Colosseum, and as they all unconsciously chanted the names of Tenax and Maider, feeding that emotional chorus that rose above the rooftops of Rome.

Because if there was one thing Domitian had faulted to realize, it was that Tenax and Maider were loved by the city.

Yes, loved.

A sentiment not always appreciated by the spectators of the Games, but one that certainly applied to Tenax and Maider. Tenax, once a cynical criminal, had in recent years helped many people, using more or less orthodox methods and with more or less fanfare, but always for noble—or almost noble—ends. A man who had risen from the bottom but never forgot his origins; rather, he used his position to intercede for this or that person or to donate something to those in need.

And Maider... well, she had shown the people of Rome their most human side. The desire to experience strong emotions without necessarily resorting to violence. The possibility of freedom not dictated by the emperor and his officials. A different life, with genuine and deep feelings.

Maider’s voice spoke to the heart of every Roman citizen, winning them over.

For this reason, these Games would be different.

There would be unrest, whether the emperor liked it or not.

***

There were many more people than usual, but this didn’t worry Cala; on the contrary, it played in her favor.

She hadn’t been able to close her eyes at all that night, just like most of her family. Too many things to organize and keep under control. The lives of Tenax and Maider were in her hands, and she had to remain steady.

As she approached the Colosseum, she leaned through the crowd to see if she could spot Woola and Raemus, two of the older children in Tenax’s army, to whom she had entrusted a rather delicate monitoring task.

She saw them among the crowd and raised a hand to make herself known.

Woola and Raemus approached her cautiously.

—Cala!— they said as soon as they were near her.

—Guys! So, the lions?

—Sedated, just as you planned. They can barely stand on their feet.

Cala thanked her gods for this blessing. And mentally, she also thanked Kwame, who, as a skilled hunter, had revealed to her a powerful sedative capable of knocking out even the largest animals.

Meanwhile, Maider was being taken beneath the Arena.

Her hair was disheveled, a bruise marked her face, and several others her body—courtesy of the sadistic work of the imperial guards.

The dress she wore, a simple blue garment, was torn and stained in several places.

The praetorians gripped her arms tightly to prevent her from fleeing or rebelling. She trembled, her gaze lowered. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest that it threatened to shatter her ribcage.

The praetorians placed her on a large platform that, through a system of levers, would be raised to the level of the arena, right in the center.

Maider looked up. She could hear the din of voices and noises above her.

She swallowed, but it felt like swallowing nails.

Thousands of questions crowded her mind, yet she couldn’t find answers to any of them.

The praetorians mocked her.

—Ready to become cat food, Jewish whore?

Maider didn’t have much of a relationship with her God. However, she closed her eyes and recited the Shir Hama’alot. She prayed that Cala’s plan would work.

***

Domitian was walking through the corridors leading to the imperial stage with a confident stride. Behind him, Tenax was being dragged by two praetorians.

He was wearing only the lower part of a tunic, probably to showcase the whip wounds bandaged with blood-soaked strips and the many bruises on his body. Even his face, cleaned of the dried blood, was a mosaic of bruises and cuts. His right eye, which had been swollen, bruised, and half-closed the day before, was slightly better that day. However, Tenax could still only see clearly out of his left eye, which nervously darted around, scanning his surroundings.

Domitian stopped in the antechamber of the imperial stage. He looked at Tenax with a sadistic smile painted on his face.

—Excited, my dear?

Tenax was terrified, but that didn’t stop him from retorting.

—Only to see if your new Aedile Ludi is better than me, Caesar— he growled.

Domitian seemed annoyed.

—I imagine seeing your girlfriend torn apart will finally silence you.

Tenax shuddered. Every thought he had was directed toward Maider and his small, beloved family. His self-control was on a knife’s edge. Lowering his gaze, he found no other recourse but to pray to the gods.

“Please,” he thought. “Let Cala’s plan work. Protect Maider.”

***

Domitian made his entrance onto the royal stage, and the crowd greeted him with a roar that Tenax would have called somewhat timid. This surprised the emperor himself, who offered smiles, gestures, and greetings to his audience.

The Flavian Amphitheater was packed. There were nobles, Vestals, and a huge crowd of spectators. Domitian offered his final greetings, then, before taking his seat on the throne, he gestured to the praetorians who were holding Tenax tightly.

—Bring him here.

The praetorians obeyed, despite Tenax’s attempts at rebellion. The royal stage was surrounded by columns, and Tenax was chained to one of them, facing away, his arms pulled back, embracing the column itself. As soon as the audience saw him, the uproar did not cease but decreased drastically. Cala, on a central step, huddled close to Tyrone beside her. Aura clung to Iris. Jula to Elia. The children, in different parts of the Colosseum, drew strength from distant looks. All those whom Tenax loved were present, even though he, due to the crowd, could not see them. Only Maider was missing.

—Citizens of Rome!— said the announcer, a tall, thin man with an imposing voice. —In today’s games, the emperor wishes to punish those who have rebelled against him, who refused to obey! Who, bolstered by their own arrogance, dared to challenge the embodiment of the gods on earth! And just as the gods punished the Greeks before they set out for the Trojan War, the emperor has deemed it fitting to placate his anger with a… sacrifice!

Immediately, the center of the arena opened, revealing Maider. Tenax held his breath. Cala held her breath. The entire amphitheater held its breath.

—It can’t be…— the people said.

—Oh no!

—It’s Maider!

—It’s really her!

—Poor girl…

Tenax tugged at the chains binding him to the column, scraping his wrists.

“MAIDER!” he shouted, with all the breath he had in his body. His cry echoed through the arena. A praetorian struck him with the hilt of his sword.

—Shut up, idiot!

—TENAX!— Maider shouted, her voice breaking. —Tenax!

Domitian let out an annoyed sigh. He really should have had her tongue cut out. He gestured for the announcer to continue.

—Here is Iphigenia, the daughter of King Agamemnon, ready to be sacrificed to appease the wrath of the gods!— the man said. —Let the executioners of the sacrifice come! Let the lions come!

The audience began to stir. Several, loyal to the emperor, erupted in enthusiastic applause, but most expressed worried comments. Not the reaction that Domitian had wanted, indeed. Cala was torturing her fingers. This was the moment of truth. The gates on either side of the arena opened, and the lions were pushed out. Yes, pushed. The lions that day were not the usual bloodthirsty beasts. They seemed drunk, in fact. They looked around, disoriented, not knowing what to do. Cala squeezed Tyrone’s hand. That was a good thing. Then she looked at Maider. She could see her trembling from there. She was terrified and motionless. Cala gasped.

—Maider, sing, damn it. Sing.

She had to do as she had been told the night before, or they wouldn't...

—Early in the mornin’

Before the sun begins to shine…

The attention of the entire amphitheater focused on Maider. Silence fell.

—What the hell…— Domitian murmured to himself.

Tenax watched her with his heart pounding in his chest.

—We’re gonna start movin’

Towards that separating line…

"She’s doing it. She’s really doing it!" Tenax thought. In a different situation, he might have smiled, perhaps shouted of joy. But the lions were studying Maider, and the worry was eating him alive.

Cala signaled Woola among the crowd. The children, coordinating themselves, began to clap in time with the song. One by one, the entire amphitheater followed. Maider straightened her back, singing louder, challenging death by staring it straight in the eye.

—I’m wadin’ through muddy waters

You know I got a made up mind.

And I don’t mind if I lose any blood on the way to salvation…

And I’ll fight with the strength that I got until I die!

The lions approached her, but Maider, driven by the strength of thousands of clapping hands, continued to sing:

—That’s when I’m gonna stand up

Take my people with me

Together we are going

To a brand new home…

Far across the river

Can you hear freedom calling?

Calling me to answer

Gonna keep on keepin’ on

I can feel it in my bones.

Some lions, as if moved by a supernatural force, crouched down. The entire amphitheater held its breath. Domitian himself stood up, seething with rage, shouting: “NO!”

But the sound of clapping drowned everything out. As soon as Maider saw that the lions were no longer paying attention to her, according to Cala's plan, she began to shout:

—People of Rome! Are you not tired of being slaves to a cruel emperor? Are you not tired of suffering at the hands of those who should protect you and ensure your happiness? If Domitian is capable of doing this…— she said, pointing at Tenax —…to his most trusted advisor, what will he do to you?

—SHUT UP!— Domitian ordered.

—We will no longer be silent!— Maider shouted, her words booming. —We have a voice, and we are not afraid to use it! We will not be subjugated by a ruthless governor! We will not be intimidated by those who want to silence us! Ideas do not die! Our strength does not die!

There was no need for the children to rally the crowd. As in Domitian’s worst nightmares, the people of Rome rose to their feet, applauding Maider. They sang her name. Someone even dared to shout: “Down with Domitian!” The emperor was furious. He turned to the praetorians and said:

—I don’t care how, but kill her. Now!

—NO! Domitian!— Tenax screamed, pulling at the chains.

The praetorians, hesitant, hurried to descend into the arena, amidst the boos of the crowd.

Then the unthinkable happened.

Cornelia, the High Vestal, stood up.

—Enough!— she shouted.

Time stopped again. Even the emperor’s guards froze.

—Despite the boldness and recklessness of her words— she exclaimed —this girl has shown to have a divine gift, and for this reason, it will be the gods who decide her fate, but not here and not now!

Domitian turned pale. It couldn’t be true.

—With the authority granted to me by the goddess Vesta, I order that she be released immediately!— Cornelia declared, extending her hand.

The crowd responded with a roar. Some were chanting Maider’s name and, above all, others were booing the emperor. When Domitian found himself showered with waste and scraps of food, he realized he had to leave.

—Go to hell! This isn’t over!

He rose from the throne and retreated into the anteroom of the stage. The noise had become oppressive. The praetorians shouted for him to leave: he had to get to a safe place. But Domitian's attention was elsewhere.

Tenax was still chained to the column.

And suddenly his madness blinded him.

It was all that idiot’s fault.

He would make him pay: he drew the gladius from his belt.

—If you’re not mine, you won’t belong to anyone else!

And he moved to kill him. He had only taken a few steps, however, when a loud commotion made him stop. Domitian cursed and turned, and, freezing, saw a large number of praetorians fighting against a group of heavily armed men. Men loyal to some of the most important patrician families of the city.

The gladius slipped from his hands.

Domitian found himself in the midst of the first conspiracy of his reign.

***

Tenax felt his strength abandoning him. Domitian had managed to escape, despite the attempted conspiracy, and he had remained chained to the column on the royal stage, completely alone.

Shortly after Domitian’s flight, an authentic revolt against the emperor’s tyranny erupted, and the people furiously flooded the streets. Maider, as far as he could see, had been taken away by Kwame and other gladiators, through tunnels and internal corridors of the Arena.

“Cala was magnificent. If we are alive, it is only thanks to her. I fear it won’t be enough to cover her in gold.”

He pulled again at the chains that bound him to the column, but to no avail. He was tired, weary, and in pain. He fell to his knees.

He prayed for someone to free him.

He prayed for everything to end well.

He prayed that the miracle that had just saved them would continue and finish its celestial influence.

But his eyelids were heavy. He closed his eyes before he saw Tyrone approaching him with a large hammer.

—I’ll see you on the other side…— he murmured.

And it all went black.

***

Guys, it's finally here! Hope you liked this loooong chapter. There were a lot of cliffhangers, and you'll find some more in the next chapters! I loved writing that, even if I had to write three drafts lol. If you liked it, comment, please. It means the world to me.

See you in the next chapter! ❤️

Eli

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