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Ukian Soldier Narrative

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I held my breath as the Ukian soldiers marched through my small village. I heard the sound of their hard boots stomp below my hiding spot in the branches of the old oak tree. I shut my eyes tight as the men walked right beneath me. The war has been going on for three months now and we have already lost so many. Fathers, uncle, and even sons have been sent off to war to fight the Ukian and have never returned. My heart beat faster and faster until I thought the soldiers below could hear me. For we all knew, if they heard us, even the slightest movement, they would either capture the whole village, if the had mercy, or most likely kill us all. Right now, to the Ukian soldiers this is just an abandoned village with no life, but if they would have gotten here an hour ago, they would have thought otherwise. I watched the marching enemy soldiers walked off until they were nothing, but a speck on the horizon. I sighed a sigh of relief and grabbing my small wooden flute from beside me and blew a high, loud trill. People started to come out their houses as soon as they heard the clear signal. I scamped down the tree and ran up to the baker’s house. His wife, Margaret Tubsman, …show more content…

I quickly slipped on a simple purple dress and put on leggings underneath. I threw on my deep blue cloak and tiptoed outside into the still dark morning. As soon as I was outside in the refreshing air, I bolted to the stable. We only have two horses, like everyone else in the small village of Iilo. Aida is very old, yet strong. We use him to pull carts and such. My favorite horse is Acer, a young, fast, arabian horse. I don’t know how we could possibly have afforded such a beautiful and amazing horse, but I’ve always known Grammy was good at striking a deal. I saddled up Acer and hoisted myself up to his back. “Come on boy,” I whispered into his ear. And with that he was off. We flew past The rest of the quiet sleeping

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