I awoke on a grim and foggy morning. Ten inches of snow resided on the ground, and snow still drifted delicately down. My tribe, the Amorites, were all still sleeping. Visibility was a mere few feet, and the atmosphere seemed perplexing. Something was brewing, but even I did not foresee what would happen on that dreadful day. As I stood outside breathing in the misty air, a piercing scream suddenly broke the silence. I sprinted indoors to seize my shield and sword, and dashed off in the direction of the scream. My shield, the most famous of the Amorite tribe, proudly displayed my symbols, the cross and the symbol of fall. My name gleamed across the top in a glistening gold. The scream came from the north side of our tuath. What existed ahead was nothing anyone expected to happen that misty morning. That was the day my tribe was shattered. I departed at a brisk pace, shouting along the way for others to accompany me. When I, along with a hundred or so Amorites, materialized at the location of the screams, we discovered ships docked along the …show more content…
I charged onward trying not to bother about the protection of others around me, and focusing solely on remaining alive. The region between the Danes and ourselves was closing in. Suddenly, a Dane rapidly advanced and pierced his sword through a fellow Amorite. He collapsed before me, and the glistening white snow transformed into a brilliant crimson. I persisted on, only worried about extracting the Danes from our land. I glanced to my left and saw one charging directly at me. A gentle swoosh of my sword did the trick, and soon he too had collapsed. He had; however, abandoned Katrina when he attempted to terminate me. I sprinted over and hastily released her. I commanded her to return to the tuath, and to never cease running until she reached her destination. My fellow Amorites were dropping like flies all around me. I soon realized I was the only one that could defeat the