Eulogy Of A Slave Essay

My parents were slaves. My father has been sent to the mine and my mother has been sold by a noble when I was four. After reaching four years old, the slave dealer started to torture me. I was sent to the streets and ordered to steal money for them. The only daily food I could hardly get was from stealing bread in the stall. If I got caught, people would bully me until that I faint. Living was harsh and difficult. I cried many times when I first started stealing people, but I became accustomed to it after feeling hunger day after day.

Stealing people, getting beaten up and starve to death until the next morning came. Two years passed and I became totally an expert of stealing, running and hiding. I realize that it was my only way to survive.

It was only after I succeeded to take off the piece of clothes that I learned where I was. It was like a prison, inside the room children, men, women and elders were all gathered. From what the other children told me, we are inside the prison of a coliseum. The fat merchant is a noble who buys cheap slaves and gather them inside a coliseum fighting against each other. From what everyone said, no one escaped because he was too much influential and a lot of guards were surveying the place. Even if one were to succeeded to survive, the fat merchant never freed anyone until

I somehow survived through hundreds of fights. I still remember the first time I was called inside the coliseum…Thousands of people were dying. It was a place where you were killed if you hesitated for a single moment. My heart already darkened after that I stole the someone's life for the first time. At first, I was scared and couldn’t do anything. But after I killed someone before he could finish me, my mind finally understood. In this world, there is no place for weak. If I can’t become strong, then I won’t survive. I heard from times to times that my Qiang clan was once called the strongest clan. I honestly don’t know anything about my clan since no one could tell me a clue until now. My only goal was to become stronger and stronger and survive so I didn’t really care anyway.

Since I became the star of the coliseum these past five years, Piang Luo, my master, didn’t dare to throw me nor tried to kill me. Piang Luo was only interested in money, if he could get beneficial income, then he was the kind of guy to try to earn even more income from that benefice.

One day, someone interrupted the match inside the