There stood a leader that fought not for the glory, nor for the splendor of the land and the riches, but for the lives of many who were denied a free breath to take. The Thracian Gladiator who gored through the walls of the Roman Republic, once took the breath of an inaudible Slave, and then fought for one of a free man, Spartacus, his name, the auspices of the slaves.
The Slave-owning Oligarchy of the Roman Republic had a piece of Spartacus’ army of rebels, a small remembrance of fighters they had detained from the fields where they would soon find themselves surrendered. But first the outbreak of the Serville War, where Spartacus led the slaves into bath of ravenous soldiers, would pose threat to the Romans and their iniquities. The rebels behind Spartacus were fighters, and re-sourceful thinkers. With no means to gain the weapons that the Romans possessed, they used the natural resources around them to create danger against the free man. With a besiegement from the Roman militia the rebels found themselves surrounded on the top of Mount Vesuvius, and the militia, under the command of Claudius Glaber, was positioned to finally halt the attacks of the slave rebels. Highly underestimating the commandment of Spartacus, the strategic attack didn’t account for the sources that the rebels trained to understand, the sources that were well equipped on the volcano. Attacking from above, the slave rebels came in on ropes made of vines, and took the grandeur of defeat from the men who thought it was theirs in short time.
From there on Spartacus, the man who started his fight for freedom with an empty hand, would hold an army of thousands on a march to the free land.
-Taylor Faulkner Fashion Writer
-Illustration by Claudia Ilimargas Amilibia