The sky burned scarlet and ash, as the sound of screams in the streets and death filled the air. Blood flooded the ground, darkening the once lively streets of a once peaceful city. For all the life in me, I could not see past the red and black surrounding me. Along with a gold glint at the distance. Deceiving with me hope, when the truth could not be farther from it. The only light I saw was the gold glint of the ruthless and treacherous invaders.

I awoke to the sound of metal clashing like a ringing bell. The hard ground that I had slept on was contrasted by the fur covers I was given by my captor. My master, from now on. He looked like every other invader that I have ever seen, yet I am perplexed at how he has treated me ever since I was given to him as a trophy. He has given me food, a cover to keep myself warm, and unlike other men like him, he seems to detest me. Was it because I was Greek? Was it because I was a simple slave? Or was it because I tried to kill him?

Whatever the reason may be, it does not change the fact that he has slaughtered countless of my people. Men, women, and children, none were exempted. In my eyes he will always be a representation of my enemy. The one who took everything from me. What I do is purely for my own survival.

I sat up, awoken from my sleep and my.... Master, stood by the table next to his armor. I did not know what to expect from this day. Were it any other damned invader I would expect to be required to satisfy him or serve him or else receive brutal beatings. With him, I could not guess in the slightest. I did my best to not drown myself in these thoughts, however, since the other night, he has looked at me with this gentle expression. He may be an invader, but he was a very peculiar one. But I need to remind myself he is no better than any other.

"Good Morning." he said, keeping his posture towards his armor. I did not respond, I am able to understand their native tongue, however, I could not speak it very well. I never found a use for their language, nor did I care enough to even consider learning it. He stepped away from his armor and walked towards me, and knelt down.

I curled my body and shuffled back, away from him. He stopped at the edge of the cover and reached out his hand to reveal a bowl of fresh fruits. "Eat." he said. I stared at him cautiously, and for a while so did he. When I still refused to take the bowl, he set it down and walked away. I then reached out for it as I walked farther away. "I have told you before, I will not have you starve, you have your uses." He said. I felt my body boil in rage as those words left his mouth, however, I knew that it was true, it was a reality, for he and I.

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As I was eating the fruit, he pulled a plain white but clean tunic and gave it to me. "Your clothes are drenched in wine, dirt and blood." He said. "Clean yourself, and we shall go." he walked out of the tent without a second word.

Where could he possibly be taking me? Does he not trust his men to leave me alone? Or does he not trust me to BE alone? He is right to think that. As much as I would love to escape, when he is out of sight, I do not have a lot of options in places to go. Much to my dislike, I cleaned myself with the bowl of water left in the tent and proceeded to change my clothing.

When I was finished changing into the tunic, I felt my blood boil once again as I realized that I am merely following my.... Master's orders. I wanted to rip the clothing, tear it to shreds. But what good would that do me? Whether I like it or not, I am powerless to do anything, powerless then, powerless now. I reluctantly finished dressing and stepped out of the tent. As I had expected, eyes were on me, seemingly like I was prey to the wolves, but the hungry glares quickly turned as my..... Master stepped in front of me.

He looked at me, inspecting every inch of my body. I wanted to strike him, strangle him, anything to release my anger, but I had to keep myself from lashing out. "I want you to remain close by my side." He whispered to me. "and remain submissive, otherwise, you will be taken away by the soldiers."

I wanted to curse him, push him down so that I may flee. But he was right, if I were to do anything I would be taken, perhaps even killed, or maybe taken to be made an example of. "I have told you that I have no intention of harming you." he said, with stress in his tone. "Do not make me."

I looked at him, glaring, fully expecting myself to lose all control of my body and act on my malice. Then, I glanced around at the camp filled with soldiers. Men who were eyeing me expecting me to do something I will regret. I knew I had no choice, this is my life now. At this realization, I bit my lip, and reluctantly nodded. "W-Where?..." I struggled to ask with my pure knowledge of their native tongue, as we walked down the path through the camp, and toward the rest of the city. He turned to me with a glare cold as stone, expressionless, almost dead.

"Home." he said. "Why would he take me to his home?" I thought to myself. I did not know what awaited me in the future. What I am certain of, is that I no longer have control over the outcome.....for now.