The Battle of Castle Surfleen

It was an average day, like any other inside the walls of castle Surfleen, in 1296. “Al” Ms. Jackson called. You might be wondering who Al is, or who Ms. Jackson is. Al was a sixteen-year-old boy who lived with his mom, Ms. Jackson, and his brother, John. Al’s family was not rich, nor poor, they lived in a 1 story house with a basement underneath. Al’s mom slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and Al and his brother had two beds downstairs.

Al responded, “coming mom”. Al was working in the garden watering the potatoes, carrots, and lettuce. Al hurriedly finished the watering of the vegetables and headed inside to have dinner. Al sat down at the dinner table, tired from working in the garden for much of the afternoon. “Go wash your hands” Al’s mom told the two brothers. “I know”, Al responded lazily. He finished washing his hands and sat down at the dinner table once again. Ms. Jackson brought the food to the table, mashed potatoes, pork, and gravy. “Dig in”, exclaimed Al’s mom.

That’s when Al heard it, the ringing of war bells. The bell was followed by soldiers’ marching. “Bang, bang, bang”, the soldier pounded on the door. All of them quickly got up to answer the door. “You guys need to evacuate, we are being attacked.” The soldier spoke quickly. “You need to get to the evacuation center by the west wall.” “Once you get there get on a carriage and get out of here!” The soldier was wearing the red and white uniform of the royal army.

“Who is invading us?” asked Al’s mother. “The king of Grillian Palace, and his army of soldiers.” “We can take you two with us, ma’am, but he will have to stay,” the soldier said while pointing at Al.  “Why can’t you take him!?” asked Al’s mom, clearly angry. “We are protecting the women and kids under 16. Kings’ orders,” spoke the soldier calmly. “He can still get to the evacuation center, but we won’t be able to escort him”. “It’s ok mom, I will make it there don’t worry”.

With that, the three exchanged goodbyes and all of them set off. The soldier had told Al that the safest way to get there would be through the alley ways, so that’s what Al did. He set off towards the west wall in a hurry. It was only about a mile away, but that was far when there were trained enemy soldiers trying to hunt you down. He hurried through the Alley ways, carefully checking each corner and crossroad before crossing. Al was just over half-way to the evac-site when an enemy soldier spotted him.

The soldier was wearing a green and black uniform, symbolizing he was part of the Grillian Palace Elite Army. The soldier rushed towards him but was interrupted by a friendly soldier. He stepped in front of Al and parried the enemy’s blade. The force of the slash knocked the sword out of Al’s saviors’ hands. The sword clanked to the ground with much force.

The soldier recovered from the impact and dived to grab his sword, but he was too slow, and the enemy soldier slashed him across the chest. He screamed in agony while blood flew out from his wound. The soldier was gone.

Al was horrified, he had just witnessed a murder! The soldier, unfazed, again charged towards Al. Al was barely able to dodge the attack and run past him. Al knew he wouldn’t be able to outrun the elite trained soldier. So Al, instinctively grabbed the sword that was laying on the ground, and spun to face his opponent. With some crazy amount of luck, he might be able to survive this situation. That’s what he got, luck and adrenaline. Al sidestepped and slashed the soldier’s arm. The soldier dropped his sword and fell to the ground in pain.

Al picked up his sword and threw it. He kept his sword for protection in case he got ambushed again. The defeated opponent still lay on the floor. Could Al bring himself to kill him? No, he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t a murderer.

He continued in the direction he was headed: west. he was now at a full sprint. He knew the evacuation crew wouldn’t wait much longer for risk of an attack from the enemy. He could see the evacuation site. They were loading up the last of the passengers on to around 1 or 2 hundred carriages.

He had made it! Or had he? He was about 100 yards away when the carriages started to move. He didn’t want to miss them, or he was dead for sure. Al ran fast, as fast as he had ever run before. Al caught up to the closest carriage, he was running along-side it, shouting for it to stop, and stop it did. The coachman (the person controlling the carriage) heard and saw Al and halted the carriage. The coachman ushed Al to get on quickly. Al was out of breath, but he made it.

There was a woman sitting in the carriage with him. At this point the enemy had completely broken through the gates and were now all inside; they had lost the battle. Al and the other two continued to ride for two and a half days. They rode on the dirt road that led to their allied kingdom. In this time, Al had grown very hungry, so the first thing he did when he got there was buy some food with the money he had in his pocket. After that Al found his family and were given a house to stay in temporarily. The End.