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A Tale of Two Kings

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By Oliver Morgan

My eyes open slowly, but I hear no sound. Why can’t I hear the roaring of 10,000 people fighting? All of a sudden, I have a pulsating headache and I can feel cold blood dripping into my eye. Why am I here? What has happened to me? As I get to my feet painfully and limp around, I realise none of my friends are here anymore. Just then, my vision goes blurry and I can’t focus. Why did this happen?

Life has changed a lot since King Charles came into power. When King Asher was in power he was always fair to everyone and very generous. But when he passed away and King Charles became king, life changed for the worst. From the minute people wake up, they are working for the greedy and self centred King Charles. However, there is still hope. King Henry, who is the better king, still believes in freedom. He is from the neighbouring kingdom and is wishing and hoping to be king one day of both kingdoms. Every day on top of the hill, I see knights training with King Henry. As I walk toward the brave and powerful king, feeling nervous I ask him hopefully, “Can I join your cause?”

Life has changed a lot since King Charles came into power. When King Asher was in power he was always fair to everyone and very generous. But when he passed away and King Charles became king, life changed for the worst. From the minute people wake up, they are working for the greedy and self centred King Charles. However, there is still hope. King Henry, who is the better king, still believes in freedom. He is from the neighbouring kingdom and is wishing and hoping to be king one day of both kingdoms. Every day on top of the hill, I see knights training with King Henry. As I walk toward the brave and powerful king, feeling nervous I ask him hopefully, “Can I join your cause?”

A few days later, after hours and hours of training with King Henry he approached me proudly. “I just know you are ready for this”, he explained. This was the day we were going to defeat the cruel King Charles.

That night, I could hardly sleep. All I could think about was the battle waiting for me. The night was long and I don’t think I slept at all.
It’s morning and all I can think of is the battle. The weapon of my choice is a mace, used to smash armour and attack defending shields. Approaching the battlefield nervously, I could sense a hint of fright in the army. Are we finally going to defeat King Charles army? Finally I thought to myself, am I ever going to get home?

As both armies charge at each other, the two sides smash with a clash of swords and the twang of bowstring. I run forwards, pushing and bumping people and blocking attacks. I can hear shrieks of pain and yells of anger. I can see King Charles’ side falling, we could win this fight. As I knock my mace against an enemy’s side spraying blood everywhere, a knight on horseback comes out of nowhere, his flail hitting me on the back of the head. It knocks me down and I don’t see anything else.