It was a hot, scorching August day in the Roman city of Pompeii. Hundreds of people had gathered for the annual festival for Vulcan, the god of fire. Cato and Valentina stood on the beach where a massive bonfire had built. They hoped that Vulcan would be merciful and wouldnâ€™t let their crops be burned by fire. Around Cato and Valentina visitors joyfully celebrated with dancing and singing.
Suddenly, the ground shook. Cato and Valentinaâ€™s attention turned to Mt. Vesuvius, which was the home of Vulcan. Immediately, debris and lava blew and blasted out of the top of the monstrous mountain, now an active volcano. Mt. Vesuvius was an angry beast. Frightened visitors desperately sprinted for their lives. Since their carriage was at their house, the married couple tried to make it back for an escape.Â
â€œValentina, pack up the valuables while I ready the horse,â€ Cato yelled. â€œLetâ€™s not worry about the valuables. Iâ€™ll help you prepare the carriage. We need to get the hell out of here as swiftly as possible!â€ shrieked the aghast Valentina. They left not a moment too soon. Their house and the other houses in the area were struck by massive rocks and swallowed by the molten lava. Although Cato and Valentina got out of the city alive, many of their neighbors were buried alive. Cato cursed Vulcan while Valentina wept for the many lost lives. The once magnificentcity of Pompeii lay in ruins.
In his house, David, a 14 year old boy, had been waiting impatiently. He had been trained to participate in a chariot race at the crowded, noisy Circus Maximus. It had always been his dream and today was the day. David was ecstatic because the winner of the race was gifted 300 denarius. His parents had not been worried, but were excited and proud. They had been sure David could easily win without being injured.
After David and his parents had departed from their house, they headed for the renowned colosseum. When they had arrived, David readied his deft, powerful, and energetic horse which was as black as night. As David looked up a familiar person caught his eye. It was Josiah, his old friend. Josiah had threatened and insulted David a week before the event. â€œYou better watch your back because Iâ€™m coming for you,â€ Josiah had yelled. â€œThe contest is only one week away, and, mark my words, I will crush you!â€ â€œAnd Iâ€™ll be ready for you,â€ David had declared defensively. He had been resolved to win the competition and be praised. When the race started, the sound of horsesâ€™ hooves could be heard thundering quickly and the deafening noise of the audience bellowing boisterously beneath the blazing sun. At first, the event at the Circus Maximus had been a tie between David and Josiah the entire time, but neither one had been wounded.
However, right before the finish line Josiah whipped David in the side causing him to lean over. When David was weak, Josiah ruthlessly rammed his old friend sending David flying through the air. After David flew through the air and he hit his head on the rocky, hard ground, he brutally broke his neck. David had been murdered by his own friend and was now lying dead on the sideline of the stadium. Davidâ€™s parents were appalled. Josiah was exalted and was laughing maniacally while Davidâ€™s parents were heartbroken and vowed revenge.
It was a sunny day in Pompeii, and Titus and Claudia, who had immense wealth, were on vacation. Titusâ€™s brother Alexander and his wife Antonia were resting on the beachside with them. The waves were crashing and the air was cool, but this was the calm before the storm. Suddenly, they noticed some rubble descending from the towering Mt. Vesuvius. Titus, his wife and some others thought it was wise to leave, but Alexander and Antonia wished to stay. Titus tried to persuade them that it was dangerous to remain on the beach, but Alexander stated unwisely that it was nothing to be worried about.
Unfortunately, volcanic rock, ash, and lava covered the beach like a blood-smeared blanket. Titus and Claudia made it to the hotel and quickly grabbed their items. â€œClaudia, you leave the jewelry! We urgently have to run!â€ demanded Titus. â€œBut what about your brother?â€ replied Claudia. â€œDonâ€™t worry about him. He was a fool to stay on the beach,â€ snapped her husband.
Ignoring Titus, Claudia hurried to save Alexander. But when Titus came to find his wife, she was buried under a pile of ash. Sadly, Titus hopped on a chariot and road away as fast as he could. Even though he saved himself, his family was burnt. Moral: Take good advice when itâ€™s offered by a loved one.