The Flag
The siege was ready. Archers took their places behind the swords, men, creating the troops invulnerable to both ranged and melee attacks. I sat on my horse in full steel armour, one hand carrying the flag of our country, the other carrying the royal ruby-encrusted sword that made its way into my hands through the passings of many generations. Laddenmen, who would help create entry into the enemy’s castles walls, stood next to my army. Their faces were filled with fear and worry. These men were not trained to fight, however, they would give us the upper hand in conquering the city. Taking one last look at our flag, I raised it up high into the sky lefting it soar in the winds of Britain and in one lung-full, I shouted the signal everyone had been waiting for,”Charge!”.
My men and I charged over a small hill to find the enemy’s castle being protected by their own troops. No matter how many men stood in our way, we would sldy them all. I rushed through the enemy’s army, slashing at the sides of my horse taking down a few of their men. However, I ran out of luck. An arrow whizzed through the air and stabbed into the chest of my horse, My horse jumped up and stood on its hind legs, neighing in pain. I lost my balance and fell back onto the muddy ground. As I tried to get back to my feet, I spotted one of the enemy’s men lunging towards me with his sword. I did a parry and got up before he could do anything. A series of parries and lunges happened between the duel but a riposte sent my sword straight into his chest, ending his life. This was it, first blood, now the siege had begun and I was sure we would win…….
Written by : Bryan Hon
Dated : March 09
The siege was ready. Archers took their places behind the swords, men, creating the troops invulnerable to both ranged and melee attacks. I sat on my horse in full steel armour, one hand carrying the flag of our country, the other carrying the royal ruby-encrusted sword that made its way into my hands through the passings of many generations. Laddenmen, who would help create entry into the enemy’s castles walls, stood next to my army. Their faces were filled with fear and worry. These men were not trained to fight, however, they would give us the upper hand in conquering the city. Taking one last look at our flag, I raised it up high into the sky lefting it soar in the winds of Britain and in one lung-full, I shouted the signal everyone had been waiting for,”Charge!”.
My men and I charged over a small hill to find the enemy’s castle being protected by their own troops. No matter how many men stood in our way, we would sldy them all. I rushed through the enemy’s army, slashing at the sides of my horse taking down a few of their men. However, I ran out of luck. An arrow whizzed through the air and stabbed into the chest of my horse, My horse jumped up and stood on its hind legs, neighing in pain. I lost my balance and fell back onto the muddy ground. As I tried to get back to my feet, I spotted one of the enemy’s men lunging towards me with his sword. I did a parry and got up before he could do anything. A series of parries and lunges happened between the duel but a riposte sent my sword straight into his chest, ending his life. This was it, first blood, now the siege had begun and I was sure we would win…….
Written by : Bryan Hon
Dated : March 09
