Sinjin+Assyrian+Narrative

= //** The Assyrians Invade **// = = = I walked into the town’s center of trade. It was the docks. Many people from afar would come to barter, and sometimes the neighbors would trade with each other. It was peaceful here, everyone trusted each other, and there was almost no violence. Or so I thought. I carried forward my father’s recent harvest of carrots, tomatoes, and corn. I walked into the small, makeshift, mud brick building I assisted my father building a few years ago. I wouldn’t want to think about if the town was crumbled to rubble. I had so many feelings, memories, and sentimental values; it would be hard to lose the town. But I realized the chance of a cataclysm would be minimal. I sat the harvest of crops down. Soon the first trader walked up and started to barter. He was a merchant, with the offer of the carrot crop, for two sheep. I accepted to the trade, and minutes later, he returned with the promised two sheep, as well as the tokens. I handed the bag of carrots over, and he left, satisfied. The next batterer who came was a friend of my father’s, whom I met only five years ago. He offered tools such as a plow, wheel, as well as five work animals, for the bags of tomatoes and corn. I accepted, and left to bring the animals to my father’s plantation. The sounds were so sudden. The distant cries of fear soon filled the air. The sound of the hooves, pounding the dirt, as well as some battle cries, shocked me badly. Soon, even my new dog started barking rapidly. I ran to the plantation. I went to the pen where my father kept his animals. From there, minus the animals, I sprinted to the canals that I dug for the plantation and hid. I realize that hiding would be useless, and the sounds were probably my wild mind. I returned to the street, only to find the Assyrians charging forward, their iron helmets glowing in the light. I was shocked; the people attempted to flee, but most failed. One, died by an arrow shot through her wind tube. Another was impaled to a building by a spear. I couldn’t stay, and fled to the nearest building, where my friend who raised chickens lived. As I busted through the small hole in the wall, I silence my friend by covering his mouth with my hand. I then get the pile of mud brick, and quickly fill up the entry hole. I led him to his second floor, and showed him the horror and gore of the battle outside. “T-this c-can’t b-be h-happening!” He soberly said. I was already crying by then. The scene outside was graphic. The internals of many bodies’ lied around like weeds waiting to be tossed. “W-wait, where is my brother?” He flung himself onto the top of his adobe, and dropped into the street. “NO, WAIT!” I yelled drastically, but it was too late. He found his brother, and was sitting next to him, crying. Soon, they came back. I watched horribly as the Assyrian flayed him alive. I could not watch. His scream filled the air. It was soon followed by the whizzing of arrows, being pumped into the neighbors. “God of the earth, I swear vengeance to him.” I said to myself. I ran downstairs, and looked for his brother’s spear he kept in case of emergency. It was there. I grabbed it and braced myself. I stormed outside, and saw the same warrior who flayed him. I ran toward him, and jumped, and impaled him in the chest. I knew it was over when the others saw me. They would give me what they done to him. “Hang in there, I am coming to join you…” were my last words. Soon, I watched in searing pain as I bled, and my organs spilling out. I joined my friend once again.



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