Max+Assyrian+Narrative

My Assyrian Narrative. “Mmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” I yawned as I was in my hammock hanging between two wooden poles standing up in a secret spot behind the horde of high stacked huts of wood, straw, and mud brick. Suddenly, a sharp ear-piercing scream broke the air fallowed by a slicing sound. At that second I flipped out of my hammock and peeked through the crack between two of the houses. In the street on the other side of the house I saw men in armor and my sister on the ground with her intestines spilled every were. I fell to the ground in disbelief; I couldn’t believe the Assyrians actually came to our city. Another scream broke the air, but this time it was a man, and it wasn’t a “don’t kill me scream” it was a war scream, and surly enough, after I heard it I heard metal slamming together. My plan was to wait the attack out in my hiding spot. Suddenly, as I was peeking out one of the Assyrian warriors spotted me. After that he squeezed himself between the two buildings. I suddenly tore my hammock down and hid in a inlay in the boulders surrounding the spot and covered it. I heard footsteps in front of me, and I kicked. I heard a grunt and I ran, but before I made it to the exit I thought of something. I took the man’s weapons and armor for protection. I snuck out, and I knew that if we wanted to win this war we would have to kill the general. I snuck to the north of the city were the Assyrians made their camp. I had an idea. I went to the local plant shop, it was destroyed and no one was there, so I took some flammable tree sap and then I took a bunch of tinder and made them into balls, I put the sap on the tinder and took a torch that was hanging up. I ran until I was right outside the camp. I lit the top of the sphere and threw it as far as I could and surly it hit a tent. A few moments after that the tent caught on fire, and another one and another one caught on fire. Suddenly the whole camp was in flames. I saw the general run out of a tent in flames screaming for his life. I succeeded. Shortly after that I felt a sharp pain from my back to my smooch. I looked down, a sword had been plunged through me and I heard laughter behind me. I fell to the ground. I heard the words “Retreat!” as I saw peoples’ feet go by and I smiled as everything went black.