Emilio’s+Assyrian+Attack

Emilio Barrera 10-11-2012     Period ¾ **//__ The Assyrians Invade! __//**

This is the story of being attacked and slaved from the Assyrians. I am an 11 year old boy that lives in Babylon. I was playing with my brother. My dad is the blacksmith and my mom is making a meal. I lived in a fairly good mud hut with my pet sheep, Chompy. It was a hot day and sunny day, but inside the mud hut it as cold and very colorful because my mom loves to paint too. This was a beautiful day, until the Assyrians came. It wasn’t until all of sudden I started hearing thunder, but that was impossible because it was a hot day. Then the earth started to shake and that when I heard someone screaming, “The Assyrians are coming”! Only those four words started a chaos in Babylon. First person to die was a guy that I did not like, but I still was sad. I saw the spear go through his stomach, he was oozing blood and I can see parts of his intestines. That’s when the Assyrians chariots trampled over him and squashed him like a bug. I went running straight to my house, but it was already invaded and burned to the ground, turning into rubble. Out of nowhere I heard a voice saying, “Emilio!” I was filled with relief when I saw my mom. I went to her crying, but she told me to be strong and not cry. She told me that my dad is in the other side of town with my brother. So we went quietly and we were like ninjas. When we finally made it to my dad I saw him on the floor with my brother bleeding with their necks cut and their skin burned to crisp, it really smelled bad. I threw up and my mom was fighting the tears. My mom said we should leave now because Assyrians were coming, so we ran and I saw the most gruesome kills in my whole entire life. Then I saw people getting captured and probably to be turned into slaves, but the worst part was when I saw people cutting their own throats. About half of our city-state got turned to slaves and the others that refused got killed or they killed there selves. They were burning every house to the ground, turning into rubble. That is when I realized that we are going to be next captured or killed. We were running with our lives, when we reached a dead end and then we were surrounded by Assyrians and they said if we should be captured or killed. I said captured, but my mom said its worse being captured and turned into slaves than being killed right now. So they got an iron spear and through it right to her stomach, she was bleeding to death and could see her intestines. When she said to get captured and live, then the Assyrians came and put a sack over my head. I couldn’t see anything from here on, but all I heard was screaming mothers yelling at their sons or daughters to run and the screaming of being stabbed. They took to a dark place and told me that now and forever I am a slave to the Assyrians. Luckily I found a rope and I thought to myself if I should commit suicide and if I do I can be with my family. So I finally decided and grabbed the rope hung to the ceiling and my life is about to end. Finally I pulled the rope then it’s just blackness. The last seconds of me were thoughts of the good times with my family.