Nick+Assyrian+Narrative

= = “Finn, come help me get some water!” my mom called as I was helping my dad in the fields. My brother was practicing his writing. Then all of a sudden we heard screaming and the clanking of swords. Then the king called my father out to the war. I asked my mom if I could go but she said I was too young but I was 11 isn’t that old enough. She also said if I held a sword I would poke my eye out and a shield would be way too heavy for me. So I did what no eleven year old would do, I snuck out. My dad kept a sword and shield in the house but he didn’t need it because the king provided one for him. I saw lots of gore and blood and bodies everywhere. Then I saw what I would never dream of, a soldier on the Assyrians side turned my father inside out. First he slit open my father’s stomach. Then he turned him inside out. I started crying but someone on the Assyrians side saw me. I thought he would take no mercy but I guess I was wrong. He came over to protect me. I got so mad that I cut off his head. Someone tried to strike me but I used my shield and then stabbed him. I ran back to my house and saw my mother and brother dead. I ran and hid in the bushes. Someone on our side saw me and raised me. When I was older there was another war. This was my chance to take revenge. I swept my way through dead bodies and Assyrians to the king. I challenged him and won. Unfortunately I got stabbed in the side but ended up killing the person who stabbed me. The Assyrians gave up and from that day on I was known as “Finn the Great”. I felt happy that I got revenge. That is my story of victory.