Thanksgiving is a time to sit down with one’s family and enjoy some good food. While each family celebrates this holiday differently, however, there is one thing that we all do collectively together. On this day, we all stop and look around at the people and things that we are grateful for in our lives. For some people--this is their family members, others it is their careers, and for some others, it is for themselves and what they have accomplished in the year. Whatever the reason you celebrate this holiday, just know that you deserve to treat yourself to all the cooked turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, green bean casserole, and pumpkin pie-- to your heart’s and stomach’s content!
Lord Lycaon made his entrance silently. Entering through a door on the boy’s right, the Lord of the House of Wolves was flanked by two other slaves. As Lord Lycaon took a seat behind the table, his servants moved to surround themselves on either side of the table. Lycaon’s bodyguards were as big and tall as Durus; they were dark-skinned, had short black hair, and dark eyes. Their arms rippled with muscle and they had short swords at their sides. They wore white tunics and brown sandals like Serpens, but unlike Serpens these servants were brutes. It looked like they had seen their share of fights.
The wagon carrying Durus and the boy came to a halt at its destination. The boy gazed in wonder at the house before him. Like all Roman villas, it was a large house with white defensive walls surrounding the perimeter. The only entrance to the villa was a gate between the walls. Durus stopped the wagon. From where the boy sat, he could see only parts of the grounds. In the center of the forum, which was built before the house, stood a large fountain with a statue of a mighty warrior dressed for battle. Gold was painted on the helmet, armor, and shield of the warrior. By his side was another statue of a wolf; it was magnificent and fierce-looking. Both the warrior and the wolf stood with grim silence-- as if they were waiting for their next opponent.
The slave auction was a chaotic event as thousands of people came to sell and purchase animals, livestock, and people. People were bustling about--and bids on the living goods were shouted out into the forum. Many people gathered, not only to buy slaves and livestock, but they also came to watch as people from various parts of the world; kidnapped from their homes and taken to a foreign land--they spoke in various languages--some understanding others were yelling to the others. While others like the women and children stood silently, watching the Roman crowd with large fearful eyes. Some were even crying.
The crowd cheered loudly as they watched two armored gladiators fight to the death. They could hear the ringing of metal and the shouts of the two men as they traded blows. Some of the crowd members were screaming over each other to be heard--they cheered furiously as they rooted their champion on. The crowd’s cheers were annoying; they were like a thousand flies all buzzing around a carcass. The two men ignored them. They were too focused on fighting each other--any distraction could prove fatal if they paid attention to the crowd. The gladiators were in the Colosseum. The greatest spectacle in Rome. This was not just a game. It was life and death. Only one could come out on top; and that person had to be the strongest and the fiercest fighter.