Finally, the time came. Although suddenly, it didn’t feel right. Why should people get shot? By me? Unless I get shot first. One minute until it started. I breathed calmly, assuring myself over again. There was a shout. It had started.
All I could describe was chaos. Scarlet blood shot from all directions; I could hear the clinking from swords, the desperate cries from the soldiers. Suddenly, the pain in my arm took over me, I fell to the ground.
The next thing I remembered was being in hospital. This wasn’t the end, but I can’t remember all of the story. Really, I don’t want to.