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-“URRGHH,” she moaned, holding back her screams.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

H<\/span><\/b>er mouth was gagged, and she was scratching and grabbing the sheets, bleeding all over the place, and praying to God that her baby would come out safe and healthy. She took a deep breath and kept pushing the baby with all the strength left in her body. The kid fell out before she could even complete her breath. While exhaling, she gently stated, “He is born.” She placed him in her arms before cutting the umbilical cord. He was soft, small, and sweet-smelling. He started gently yelling, which strangely startled the mother. She quickly jumped up to pull the curtains and grabbed the baby to hide in a dark corner. Nobody should know she has a baby; nobody should know he’s alive, she reasoned as she breastfed him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– “I will name you Miraculum,” she said as she was dozing off.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She wakes up to violent knocks on her door. From the voices that reached her ear, it seemed like a bunch of people were in front of her door, waiting for her to open it so they could barge in. She hides her baby under a blanket and nervously opens the door.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

-“Who is it?” she asks when she opens the door.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

-“We were directed by village officials to retrieve this house for an unholy creature that might bring shame to this village!”<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Grown men cheered in the back, which made the mother even more nervous. Yet she decided not to resist.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

-“Come in.”<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

With their noses in the air and their blood-shot eyes, they were ready to hunt. After looking all over the house, they stepped onto the porch to leave, and the mother reached for the doorknob to end her torture, when suddenly, a baby’s screams filled the air. The man who seemed to be the leader of the bunch swiftly turned his head and barged inside the house again. He finally found the baby and violently grabbed him by the arms.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

-“Now, what is this, madam?” “How dare a single woman like you illegitimately give birth and bring us shame?” He spits on her face as he chokes her. “However, I will not kill you before I kill this before your eyes.”<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She screamed and fought, not for her life but for her baby\u2019s, in vain. As they were publicly executing her own blood and flesh, she managed to flee without anyone seeing her.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

*2 YEARS LATER*<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The crowd went crazy as their favorite Gladiator entered the Coliseum. Spartacus was known to be the deadliest gladiator that history has ever seen. No animal, ogre, human, or supernatural creature could stand in his way. He lived on blood, and he sought blood. A legend says that he murdered his mother and all the people who lived in his village at the age of 5. He knew no mercy. Under his gear lay a face that was never seen; no one could ever recognize him without all the weapons and metallic gear.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The fight began, and the opponent instantly charged at Spartacus. Spartacus slid to the side, drove the opponent’s elbow down and away, grasped his head, and rolled himself and his enemy onto the ground like an offensive lineman blocking a defensive back. Spartacus was on his feet in a third of a second after making contact, seeing the big man race at him. The antagonist smashed an elbow into the side of Spartacus’ skull, and the villain, whom everyone adored, only realized what had happened after he was writhing on the ground. Thought pain was merely an imaginary sensation that his mind could turn off, if necessary, he assured himself. “Set it away,” he commanded himself.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

With a smirk on his face, he stood back on his feet, took a deep breath, and the fact that it hurt his ribcage made him smile more. He enjoyed the pain, and he most definitely enjoyed the killing more.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

-“Are you ready to die? Because I will sheath my knife in your flesh,” he asked his enemy, who had a fearful look plastered on his face.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The legend also said that no one has lived to tell the story after hearing this sentence. Fear coursed through the adversary. He suddenly felt naked and alone. Spartacus took out his famous knife that still had drops of blood from past, now-dead enemies. He charged at the man, swinging a powerful stab that caught the man’s flush. The victim spat blood and rolled over like a cat, gasping for air. Spartacus threw a few more stabs before he plunged the knife into the man\u2019s chest, cut it open, and took out his still-beating heart. The crowd crazily cheered. The victory was again his.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Two days later, Spartacus was chosen for another fight.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The gladiators faced each other in the hot, sandy arena. The crowd roared as they approached, each holding their weapon at the ready.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The first gladiator, Spartacus, clad in gleaming armor, looked strong and powerful. But as he moved, there were hints that he might not be the big, muscular man that he appeared to be. A strand of long, golden hair escaped from under his helmet, and he moved with a grace and speed that were unmatched by any of the other gladiators.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His opponent, a hulking brute of a man, charged at him with a fierce battle cry. But the first gladiator was ready for him. He dodged his clumsy swings with ease, darting and weaving around him like a dancer. The brute roared in frustration, swinging his weapon wildly. But Spartacus continued to dodge and parry, his movements swift and sure. He was clearly the better fighter, and the crowd could see it.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Finally, with a quick and precise strike, the mighty gladiator we all know disarmed his opponent and dealt the final blow. The brute fell to the ground with a thud, and the crowd erupted into cheers. As the first gladiator raised his arms in victory, the strand of golden hair that had escaped his helmet shone like a banner in the bright sunlight. And in that moment, it was clear to all that this was no ordinary gladiator, but a fierce and skilled gladiator who might be a woman and who had triumphed over her male opponent.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Spartacus had been fighting for the rebellion for many years now, and he had earned the respect and admiration of his fellow rebels. They knew her as a fierce, weirdly fast, and skilled warrior, but they had no idea that she was actually a woman.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

One day, the rebels were planning a major attack on a Roman stronghold, and Spartacus was chosen to lead the charge. She was determined to succeed, and she spent hours preparing for the battle. As they approached the stronghold, Spartacus could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She was ready to fight, to kill, and to win. But as they neared the gates, she heard a sound that made her heart skip a beat. It was the sound of a baby crying. Spartacus froze in her tracks, her mind racing. She knew that this was not a coincidence. This was a sign from the gods, a reminder of the child she had lost and the people who had taken him from her.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In that moment, she made a decision. She would not just fight for the rebellion. She would fight for the innocent, for the helpless, for those who could not fight for themselves. She would be a protector, a guardian, and a mother. With a fierce determination, Spartacus raised her sword and charged into battle. She fought with a ferocity that shocked even her fellow rebels, and she quickly decimated the enemy ranks. As she stood victorious on the battlefield, she removed her helmet and armor, revealing her face and feminine features to her stunned comrades. “I am Spartacus,” she declared, “and I am a woman.”<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The rebels were stunned and amazed, but they quickly rallied behind their leader. They knew that she was not just a woman but a hero, and they were proud to fight by her side. Together, they continued to wage war against the oppressors, bringing freedom and justice to the people of Rome.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

S<\/span><\/b>partacus was a woman of many talents and abilities. She was a skilled warrior, a natural leader, and a fierce protector. She was also a master of disguise, as she had been able to hide her true identity from her fellow rebels for many years.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But now that she had revealed herself, she was determined to use her unique abilities to help the rebellion in any way she could. She began to train her fellow rebels in the art of disguise, teaching them how to blend in with their enemies and gather valuable information. Spartacus also used her skills as a warrior to lead daring raids on Roman strongholds, striking fear into the hearts of her enemies and inspiring her fellow rebels. She was relentless and unstoppable, and she quickly became a legend among the people of Rome. As the months went by, the rebellion grew stronger and more successful. Spartacus and her fellow rebels were winning victories all over the city, and the Roman Empire was starting to crumble.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But Spartacus knew that the fight was far from over. She continued to lead her rebels into battle, determined to free her people from the oppression of the Romans. And in the end, she died a hero, remembered for her bravery and sacrifice.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

-“URRGHH,” she moaned, holding back her screams.\u00a0 Her mouth was gagged, and she was scratching and grabbing the sheets, bleeding all over the place, and praying to God that her baby would come out safe and healthy. She took a deep breath and kept pushing the baby with all the strength left in her body. … Continue reading “Sparcatcus”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":27,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_ppma_block_editor_authors":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"ppma_author":[41],"class_list":["post-626","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-short-stories"],"authors":[{"term_id":41,"user_id":27,"is_guest":0,"slug":"rania-k","display_name":"Rania Karhat","avatar_url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/d81be1abdc1809f288994905695433607a2d2776c8f779748cea6134dac1a879?s=96&d=mm&r=g","author_category":"","user_url":"","last_name":"Karhat","first_name":"Rania","job_title":"","description":""}],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/626","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/27"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=626"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/626\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":627,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/626\/revisions\/627"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=626"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=626"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=626"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fppma_author&post=626"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}