Fantasy

Hippothoe – Part 3

Brisia was stunned. She sat staring into the arena with disbelief. "Hey, Brisia, she called your name." said Ingrid. "Why Brisia?" someone whispered. Brisia stood up and picked up her shield. "It doesn't matter." she replied. "I am a gladiatrix. I fight whenever I am called. It doesn't matter who the opponent is." The words… Continue reading Hippothoe – Part 3

Fantasy

Hippothoe – Part 2

The sun was setting when the women returned to the arena. Brisia had kitchen duty so she went to the kitchen to help prepare the evening meal. The cooks were also slaves. This made Brisia think about what Calliope had said. She realized that out of the seventy people who worked or lived at the… Continue reading Hippothoe – Part 2