CASSIUS ARRIAN VINCENTIUS

[CASSIUS ARRIAN VENCINTIUS]

cassius arrian vincentius
IS MAKING ENTRY INTO ENDLESS MYTH



twenty-two; human; gladiator;
proud; passionate; determined; vengeful;

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My life started with a bit of a misfortune on my part, though suffering is not a rare thing in this world. I was born into a human society with parents who were not the most educated or fortunate of people. I recall being born near the outskirts of the city of Revko but am fully aware that I was never brought into the city as a child. My parents stayed outside with another small group of people, most of who grew crops or raised cattle for the people in the city. We weren’t protected by the walls of the city like the others, nor the laws. Our home had been attacked many times and there were countless times that I would hide beneath a cupboard or bed frame. I remember my parents cursing and saying it was the ferus who continued to come and destroy our crop as well as our other belongings. We would constantly pray to the gods that we would be safe but no such luck. I was very young when I was with my parents and only lived with them maybe until I was eight years old. You see, this is where the misfortune comes in. It was another night that the ferus people had decided to burn our fields. My parents stayed locked in the house with their heads bowed knowing that they could do nothing. I, on the other hand, had apparently decided that I could be brave and slipped right out of the window in my room. Needless to say all of the burning flames around our pastures frightened me. But instead of trying to scramble back into the window I remember panicking and running straight out toward the field. I don’t know why I thought they wouldn’t find me there. I really don’t remember much after that except choking on smoke and running from shouts and growls. I just remember something snatching me up by the collar and hanging tight onto my wrist until it felt like my blood was boiling. After that I awoke to the burnt land and a priest standing over me, looking me over. I was cast out from my home that day and my parents didn’t bother to come after me. The priest and a few men from the city hauled me out to the forest with my legs bound together and I couldn’t figure out why until they left me there. A very distinct scar had been created on my wrist from the burn I got from the ferus who had grabbed me. This had convinced the priest and others that they were to come back for me as they had selected me for a sacrifice for some kind. I’m not sure if this is true but I was not willing to find out. I tried breaking from the ropes around my ankles but apparently being a scrawny child means you’re in trouble no matter what. Now comes the luck in the midst of my misfortunes.

I was rescued from the forest by an illian. Strange, I had thought, since they were just the opposite of the creatures who had plagued my parents in my short life. She took me away from the forest and to her home where a few others of her kind lived. And that was where I was raised, away from humans and away from most other creatures. The illians are very private beings. The ones I stayed with were, at least.

There I was raised as one of their own even though everyone (especially myself) was completely aware of my differences. Some felt uncomfortable with my presence, knowing that I came from a race that was known for its greed and constant need for expansion. Many of them were concerned with the large scar left on my wrist as well. However, my caretaker was sure to keep me safe and really did do her best to teach me how to be a more subtle and patient boy as I always had a knack for running head first into danger.

Again I was driven out of my home but this time much older and able to fend for myself. Not to mention the illians did not kick me out but were rather driven out as well by the humani. I was near the age of seventeen then and was separated from the others after deciding that I would try and find a way to get the humani away from our home. This resulted in getting into some trouble. Instead of managing to completely slaughter me though I got away. It was sheer luck that I did. I wasn’t exactly strong or very bright when it came to battle. I was hurt though and thought that I wouldn’t last very long. I was found by winged creatures known as the aeries. At first I could tell they were debating to kill me and then also debating whether I was worth anything to them. In the end, they decided to let someone else decide that. Shit only knows how they got me up to that city of theirs and took me to the one in charge of them. Apparently being something other than aerie automatically gets you on a bad list in these creature’s eyes. I was kept alive but only to do work for the higher class of aerie. Eventually they grew interested in other things though as I reached my adulthood. Now I’m not only like a slave to them but… a pet. I fought whatever they felt like making me fight. And I had nothing to lose really so I put everything I had into it. I didn’t want to die or be ridiculed by those creatures.

For years I entertained them… it seemed to take many years before I could escape them. It was not an easy task and I nearly got killed when I dropped out of that city with one of the poorest excuses for a parachute you will ever see. But anything was better than there. Since then, I don’t know if they care I am gone. I don’t know if they noticed as I have been too busy with my own search for the people who had saved me as a child. I have yet to find them but I still have time… the aerie haven’t found me yet and I’m nowhere close to being dead.

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garrett hedlund; hay