Michael+Assyrian+Narrative

. “Hey man can you help me shoot this moose, I can’t seem to get the angle right.” “SERIOSLY”, I yell “I nail a caiman with a spear, and you can’t even shoot an overweight moose .” Just another day of target practice in forest I thought to myself. Once my friend and I quieted down though, we heard the sound of an army much like ours, but with millions more soldiers. Then we see our families running deeper and deeper into the forest. Not far behind them were five of our cities best soldiers each one armed with a crossbow a spear, and shield. After we had gotten to higher ground, we saw two chariots racing up the hill in our direction. When one of the chariot riders saw us and shouted some random word, our five soldiers jumped out from behind a rock and speared the men on the chariots. When I asked the soldiers why they killed the men on chariots, our soldiers said that the army that the chariot men came from was destroying our city.

After we had been shown into an secret underground home deep in the jungle, I vowed to avenge my fallen city. Fifteen years later, after finding a few more survivors, my friend and I decided to start an uprising. We gathered as many survivors we could, made weapons from things in the forest, and marched under the cover of darkness toward the Assyrian outpost. When we arrived in the morning, we ran up to the guards, and speared them before they could say anything, then we broke down the door and killed seven more enemy soldiers. After that, we proceeded to retake the outpost, one enemy soldier at a time. Five weeks later, I was hit by an arrow and died of an infection while killing an Assyrian general.