A Picture Is Worh A Thousand Words

There were women screaming for help. Men fighting. Fire spreading across the field. Horses left were just wandering around. Some left their owners and escaped death. I could see men lying in their back shot dead. Blood all over their faces. All over the dirt, and on the men’s sword. He had slashed the man’s throat next to him. It was one king’s army against the other. Men loosing were the poorest. Our king I should say was like nothing I’d seen. He made this town a world of corruption. He would crush any idea of freedom. The battle had started yesterday night. I could smell the worst, decaying bodies. I have seen the miserable families crying over the dead. Unfortunately I was one of them. My father was a soldier, and he had lost his life just minutes before this battle was over. My mother had tried to get in the field to get his body. She could not. Crawling on the ground she struggled against a soldier. He wore black shields protecting his body. The man had a fierce face, and with his right arm he held my mother by her left arm real hard.

“Run Edwin, run!” she yelled crying.

She was in danger, I wanted to help her. But she insisted. I knew what was coming next. It was what I feared the most. First, my father, and as I ran and looked back, my mother. Both dead. The last that I had seen was him wearing his poor uniform that was provided. My mother was wearing a long old dress; it had been passed down to her by her mother. She was expected to give it to her future daughter. She never had one, she had me, a boy. So, I found myself today walking along this road made only out of dirt. I’ve been walking for almost the whole morning afternoon, it is getting late. There is no food or water.

It is already dark, and I am staying under a tall green tree. It’s next to the road, but a little farther. I don’t know how much time I had spent sleeping, but I woke to a sound. I looked all around. I saw a white horse, his hair was straight and pale white as that of the moon. The horse had a rope tied to him. I used that to tie it to the tree. In the morning we started our journey to get to the next town. I didn’t know what I had to do once I got there, but I knew I had to find a way to survive. I would get a job first.

We crossed a river, but there was a ramp over it. The water was in a rush. If one of us had fallen in there it would take us along with it. Time had passed, but the sun was still in the sky. We finally got to the town. It was very crowded. There was a stand of fruit, the owner, an old man, was nice enough to give me something to eat. He offered me a place to stay. The man’s name was John. He already had a family, He had two kids, and his wife Angela. It was time to close his stand. John made enough family to support his family.

We finally went to his home. I met his son; he was seven, four years younger than me. The little girl was only five years old. John also lived with his wife’s mother. They owned a cute brown and white dog. I think my horse could accept that fact. We all went to bed. They were all so nice to me. John and his wife told me to stay with them, they wanted to keep me as their third child. They could no longer have children. The next morning, I was so hungry I woke up to the smell of pie, and breakfast. John called us downstairs and told us to wash our hand before eating.

We then all gathered, and once I was there I grabbed as much as I could and started eating it. The two kids were there, and we talked so much. After, we were planning to play outside. But I knew that if I was going to live here I had to help around. I was going to help john at his work. In the meantime, John went upstairs to get his coat. Angela was there feeding the horse. The dog was in her lap. And the younger boy stood there watching all of us. I could hear the bird’s chirps outside, flowers blooming, it was spring. I’ll treat John and Angela as I treated my lost parents. I will never forget them.