This is an essay that takes place in Ancient Rome, from the perspective of a Slave who was captured in war and must teach the children of his new master.

Teaching: A New Beginning My name doesn't matter. I was just a slave of Rome. I mean, now that my sepulcher, tomb, has been inscribed, and an epitaph placed on, I am just a story in the wind. See, I started out in this world a free man in Greece, and by the time I was 20, the ups and downs of my life became more and more frequent, and my life became almost total anarchy, …showed first 75 words of 729 total…

…showed last 75 words of 729 total…a disappointed tone. "I can't seem to keep your attention, so go find something resplendent or lustrous to hold your attention. Maybe the shiny objects can actually hold your attention, if I can't," I cautiously thought out loud. "See you tomorrow," Alexander and Achilles said in a unified relieved tone. And so I said goodbye to the children for the day, after telling them what I had hoped to teach them during our time together.