Death

The Bonfire – which was shrouded in smoke- crackled. As the smoke cleared,  I saw the black figures of the assassins come into view . There was a gasp as arrows buzzed into people. I ran dodging arrows as I went , then rolled into the bushes. Suddenly I was knocked of my feet, I locked down, an arrow was in my leg I yanked it out and kept running. As I neared my hut I heard screams as people were cut down. I jumped into my hut and ripped of my trouser leg quickly tending to my mortal wound.After that  I loaded my crossbow and waited for the morning.

By Patrick