Samantha+Assyrian+Narrative

The story that changed my life

Ahhhhh!!!! We all heard ring through are ears like a bell. It was the village watchman apparently screaming for his life. We found that out when seconds later we heard “No! NO! please, gghhh” Followed after a huge thud which was probably him falling of his station that was elevated I say about eight feet off the soft like sand with little shavings of wood from when some of the weak hunters would carve the shaft of their spears down to where their scrawny little hands could fit around it. We were just getting up from the dinner table when this happened. Abruptly my father bellowed “PARK IT AND STAY THERE TILL I COME BACK!” Like any other family would do in our village, including the wives, we obeyed and boy did we park it in a hurry as he would say it. As we sat there no one said a word and the tension started to build and build and soon it felt like there was this hyena inside me ready to burst with tears and questions instead of laughs because if you can’t tell this is not the time for laughs. Suddenly when no one was expecting it we heard the battle cry of a far city that lies across the lazy, slowly moving river. The river wasn’t very deep and the bottom of it was filled with pebbles and little sparkly bits that are kind of like a brown-yellow, no one knows what it is because the river is so cold that they don’t bother to bend down and pick it up. Well I guess that they have more important things to do. The name of this city will never verbally come out of my mouth and it brings tears to my eyes and my throat swell when it comes to my mind that they might attack us. Sadly that day might have come. As my father grabs me off the newly carved wooden chair with a lion engraved in it and throws me over his shoulder I faint. As I am asleep I remember why I dint mention their name. The Assyrians king was Ashurbanipal he was the master of war. Every so often he would check his army and warriors. My Grandma would tell me horrible horrible stories that tell about how they conquered and slaughtered the nations that they battled against because they had a well-trained army. Sadly we didn’t and she told me that every time I saw her. Somehow I knew this coming because right I mean immediately before my grandma died she uttered the words to me and I mean she was looking right at me “they will come and take you away gghhh” It’s kind of funny how I hear the sound of people dying. While I was asleep my Father handed me to my mother and told her to run as fast as she can to the basement and to lock the hidden door behind us. On our way to the hidden door which is a bit of a workout to get to considering you have to run through the kitchen, bathroom and my sister’s room just to end up in my parent’s room. Now this part is a secret so don’t tell anyone but in my parent’s room, under the window seal is a steel key. We put it there because our windows are high up and (in our village the thieves are really only 4 feet and 5 inches tall or close to that anyways) so they’re not tall enough to see it or get it. My mom dashed into her room threw me on the bed, as bewildered as I was I didn’t move a muscle until she got a ladder, climbed up and then threw herself off the ladder only to pick me up off the bed again. As were blazing down the hall my mom hadn’t realized but the rug was bunched up. Running! Running! Running! Bang! We plummeted to the ground with a thud. A she struggled to get of the ground and back to her feet we heard a loud CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRASH!!!! My dad came racing down the steps with my two sisters in his hands. Now you’re probably wondering why my mom and dad can just scoop us up off things like my mom’s bed, well that’s because my sisters and I are pretty small, that and my parents are pretty strong. All you would see if you were there is all of us zooming down the hall almost end of the not touching the ground. Down at the end of the hall my dad slammed open the secret door which sounded like an elephant falling off of a 15 foot platform. We ran down the ladder as fast as our little legs could take us. Franticly shutting and locking the door behind us my dad pushed me down into my mother’s arms while I was falling I saw a pair of brown leather sandals charging at us. Minutes later we all get a whiff of something smoldering nearby. In a matter of seconds the smell got stronger. A loud gasp came from my mother which frightened us all. Quickly she blurted out something that made us all know that we had to get out fast. She had said that she was in such a rush that she left the fire going. My father slowly and quietly opened the door just enough for us to escape. Creeping slowly down the smoke filled hallway my dad ordered us to stay low so that we didn’t inhale that many ashes. There is only one exit to our house which we realized afterward that that isn’t the safest idea. As were crawling on the ground towards the door which is also towards the fire my dad tells us to grab as much water in buckets that we set all around the house as we can. We each found about one or two. We near the fire and my dad says to pass the buckets up the line we were in. SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! SPALSH! The fire goes out for just enough time for us all to run out. When we get out of the house it was a night mare. Dead bodies everywhere! I catch sight of a girl I say is right around my age. She is standing behind a bush dressed in a beautiful gold and white and blue dress that come to around her knees. Her eyes glittered like the stars. Unexpectedly she moves her head towards me and my family and she is SMILEING! It pops into my mind that she is an Assyrian. SEE I TOLD YOU THEY ARE JUST ROTTEN NASTY PEOPLE! It makes me so mad how they think that they are just so much better then us. CLING! As I look back there is a big old nasty spear pointed right at my cute little darling face. Then I fell someone grab me by the wrist and pull my family and I towards the Assyrian palace. The guard huffs and walks away to kill someone else. We track mud into the Assyrian palace as we walk in. The huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling gives me a cold chill as we race through the foyer. We pass the door to the glamorous kitchen that looks squeaky clean. She halts right in front of this gigantic door. It creeps open to reveal a wrinkle free beautiful woman sitting on a woven cushion on top of a wood carved bench. The chair was facing a wooden planked desk with a maid standing by it. The girl’s worried and screechy voice made me want to burst into tears myself. She repeatedly kept saying “mom, mom, mom”. Finally the woman herd and answered back saying “yes dear sweetie?” “Mom I saw this family crawling out of a fire of their house and I felt bad. Even though I know I can’t help all families I can start little.” “You know your father won’t be happy with you” “yes mom I know but can they stay with us?” “Ask your father because that’s fine with me it will be nice to have another woman in the house.” Crash!! That her dad perfect timing. “Dad I saw this family crawling out of a fire on their house and I felt bad can they stay with us” “no I will call in a guard to kill them all” “dad I will not let you kill them” “fine but you will be in trouble later.” So that’s my story and to this day I am an Assyrians princess’s best friend and I will be forever. Hey I just realized that spells BFF.