A drought had ravaged the landscape of Capua. Jupiter does not drop a single drop from the sky for five months. Romulus had woken up to another stressful night. He couldn't forget the upcoming gladiator games. The drought being the reason the games were held weeks earlier than originally planned. The magistrate Calavius ​​believed that the gods were displeased with them and that a sacrifice of blood and death was the only way to gain the favor of the gods. The magistrate was traveling to the Ludus of Romulus which was located just outside the city, overlooking a vast valley. Romulus walked out of his villa onto the balcony overlooking the gladiator training ground. A sight that made him smile every time he looked at it. The thumb of the training sword on the shield, or the familiar crack of the Doctor's whip. Romulus set his gaze on Gnaeus, known simply as Thracian. He was born in the lands of Thrace and was enslaved when he refused to leave his homeland to fight in the Roman army. Gnaeus had won the hearts of the public after single-handedly defeating four of the city of Pompeii's best gladiators at last year's Capua games, in what was supposed to be his execution. Romulus then looked across the field to Flavius, the “Champion of Capua”. Flavius ​​won this title after single-handedly defeating the Gargan twins, known throughout Rome as the fiercest twins to ever set foot in the arena. "Doctor!" Romulus shouted: “Prepare Flavius ​​and Gnaeus for the arrival of the magistrates. » Flavius ​​and Gnaeus were escorted to the hammam, where they were shaved and cleaned. They were sent to their respective rooms where they were dressed in their gladiator outfits and prepared for choice. The magistrate is in the middle of a sheet of paper... Well, I must tell you that the choice will not be easy. Népia appeared from the corner with two servants and a glass of wine. “Have you made your decision yet, magistrate?” » asked Népia. At that very moment, Nepia fell on a loose tile in the dining room and, before anyone could break her fall, the wine glass fell from her hands onto the magistrate. "I'm so sorry, magistrate, I didn't mean for this to happen." Calavius ​​felt disrespected, his government colleagues made fun of him. Coming from a privileged life, he has never experienced as much embarrassment as he does today. He already hated Nepia and knew this had happened. He did the only thing he could think of. “Romulus, do you love your wife? » Calavius ​​asked. “Why, of course, I am a magistrate,” said Romulus. “Why do you ask?” "I have made my decision for the primus, I choose Nepia to be your gladiator.”