Bradley+Assyrian+Narrative

My name is Faolan and I’m going to tell you a story about the attack when I was 11. The Assyrians came during the night when I was sleeping. I see the moon reflecting of their shiny iron helmets, their bronze breast plates, and their glistening spear heads ready to find their next victim. I heard their armor making a sound that I never heard before. They set camp outside of the village and stayed there for the night. They hid in large bushes and in trees. They attacked at noon. They killed my family and friends. I swore to myself I would get revenge. They destroyed everything in their path. Only I and 2 of my friends survived. We plan an attack on the king so he can let all the prisoners free and tell his army to make us a new village. It was risky, but we trained and trained till we were 14. We practiced making knifes, bow and arrows, spears, bolas, and etc. We learned how to tame horses and other beasts. We attacked during the night when the king was asleep. We tied his hands and feet so he couldn’t move. In the morning, we woke him up and said “Your majesty”. We took our knife and put it up to his neck. We took him out of bed and held him in front of it. When one of the guards came in and he was shocked. The king told him what we wanted. The guard through his spear at my friends and they died when it hit. I was beat. So I gave up and they made a slave out of me. The End