Here I am. Sitting in a cold cell. With no other choice than to await my death. As I sit, I float into sleep. When I open my eyes, my home is before me. My daughter stands at the door waving to me as I walk up. When I reach her, I see her face is filled with happiness. This scene fades and horrible images come next. Me, on the path, my daughter, not being at the door, but dragged away by soldiers. My heart become stone, filled with hatred towards the Romans. I seek revenge. Fighting back is the only option I see. I do it. This goes on for several years until I get captured. Continue reading →