[ WP ] Something simple ... A battle between two armies .

We can hear their drums in the distance. Their footsteps shake the ground. They will be here soon. 
 
 As we look over the castle wall, we can see their torches light the night. All around me I hear armor rattling and whispered prayers. My men are scared, but steadfast. 
 
 I begin to tighten the straps on my armor. Anything to distract me from the reality of the situation. I am scared too, but I must not show it. My men need hope. 
 
 `` Ready arrows!'' I yell as loud as my lungs will let me in the cold night air. 
 I look out into the night. They are nearly upon us and they are in range. 
 `` Fire!!'' 
 
 The air is filled with the whooshing of arrows and the twang of bowstrings. Soon we hear their screams. The arrows found their mark. 
 
 They return fire. The sky is lit up with the flames on the end of their arrows. They plan to set the city on fire. My men are rushing around in terror, but still the arrows eventually fall and reek havoc on my beautiful city. They do n't want control of the city or to make slaves out of my people... they want to send a message. 
 
 Before long they are at the gate, their numbers are just too many. 
 I hear the battering ram slam against our last defense over and over. 
 
 `` We must fight on men!'' I yell. `` For the good of our people, fight till the last breath! 
 
 The gate is in rough shape, but still holding. Everyone who is not working on barricading the inner door is using the time to tend to the wounded, put out fires, and prepare themselves for what is coming. 
 
 `` Hold you ground men! We will hold them here! they will not reach the keep!'' 
 
 As the first rays of sunlight creep over the castle wall, the gate is breached. My men yell the fiercest battle cry they can muster, they are prepared to die for their city, their families, and for me. 
 
 For a split second after the gate falls, the two armies just stare at each other in silence. The time has come. 
 
 What is happening? They are retreating? Why? They have us beaten, there is no where for us to run! 
 
 My men and I watch as every last enemy disappears into the horizon. 
 
 My exhausted brain ca n't begin to understand what just transpired. But, for now, I am thankful. 

