The Coliseum
Once upon a time in a magical forest. There was an arena. Most people wouldn't dare go into or even go around this arena. It is plagued with the spirits of long forgotten gladiators. These men fought to the death for the enjoyment of these people, but when there was no one willing to fight. They did not praise the dead, they dishonored them for dying. Only the strong survive, and therefor the dead are weak. This went on for many a years until eventually the skeletons of those slain in battle rose from the ground and slaughtered the people in the arena. Chanting as they did so, "Only the strong survive, therefore those who die are weak." Many centuries past and the arena floor rotted away, and soon the arena itself became vulnerable to time. Now a modern masterpiece that is protected from the sun from the dead. Only the stupid dare enter at night. Many disappearances happen, the skeletons always hungry for fresh blood. They say everyone once in awhile tourists gear the Chang Of The Coliseum. Yet even though it spooks those cautious of death. It's still one of Rome largest attractions.
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