The War of the Century

Smoke rising from the burning streams. This is the war of the century. War ships sail over the light green sea. Shooting cannons fill the air.

In the underground hole I lay. I hear the guns shooting, about 100 exploding. I hope father is okay. I can hear orange fires dance and spin as they burn down trees one after another. People on horses shoot arrows far away for the whole town's sake. Swords in their belts. Broken down houses lay as a pile of splintered wood. Sharpened axes raise to the sky then drop down low.

People charge to their death.

Rocks shoot up from horses' hooves. People from the village stand guard for their children who are locked away in tunnels under the ground. Flags wave high in the bloodstained hands of the brave soldiers, giving their lives for others. Rain falls from the red sky. The war continues for a few days.

Someone opens the door above me. I give a high-pitched scream. "It's- it's mother!" I run out and give her a big hug. Then I pause and say "Where's father?" Mother sighed and said "Gabrielle, he is at the hospital."

"What? Is he is still alive?"

"Barely. He was found unconscious near the stream," she told me.

I ran to where a fence used to be, not looking at anything and then I ran up the stairs. Mom followed. She said "He's in room 27." I gingerly walked in to room 27. He was wrapped in blue blankets. I walk toward him.

Someone grabs me by the shoulder. I hear a man's voice say "We can't go any further."

"Will he be alright?"

" I think so."

I felt like I heard that voice before. I turn around... father! We go home and have a big feast, celebrating that father is back.