For the theme of Shame I have written a flash fiction story. It is very short and I might possibly expand on it some day if I ever feel inspired. I hope you all enjoy. Please take a look at my friend, Ellen’s blog here.
His beautiful brown skin glistened in the sunlight as sweat dripped down his magnificent body. The way he fought, how he moved, his entire figure was an amazing performance to watch. As he swung his sword up and down, left and right, it looked as if he was a painter and the battle field was his canvas. He was born to be a soldier.
Cacius Vorenus was a true and natural warrior; fighting was in his blood. His father was a general in the Greek Army and his mother was a beautiful and dangerous Egyptian Warrior. Cacius was the greatest warrior in his village of Amasia and he was only seventeen years old. For the last eight months Cacius had been fighting in Peydon alongside his Amasian brothers trying to defeat the greedy warlord Tarkos. Tarkos had been terrorizing Amasia for the last seven years; it was at his hands that Esmerani, Cacius’s mother was killed trying to protect him and his sister, Natari. This was Cacius’s chance to get revenge.