“Wake up Darius!” yelled from outside the tent. I stood straight up and ran to the guard who yelled. “What’s wrong? Did the king die? Or, or…” “Nothing’s wrong you idiot, our lord called for us to go forth to the pope’s palace. “Why did he call for us?” I asked. “You’ll know soon.” replied the guard. Standing forth in front of the crowd, stood the pope along with some of the greatest lords. The pope explained how the city, Jerusalem, is the holy city where Jesus prayed and said this is where we free the city from its captives. “Send forth your troops, lords, we will crush these men and women who took hold of this city,” said the pope. “Free Jesus! Free Jesus! Free Jesus!” cried out the crowd. Everyone went to the …show more content…
People in the back rolled the battering rams into positions. The outer guards of Constantinople called to the inner guards to sound the war horn. It was too late for the army to save their wall, the battering rams tore through the wall and war started. Arrows were fired at every direction, making it impossible for those without shields to survive.
I ran through the dead bodies on the ground and encountered my first fight. At the first look of his armor, covered in blood, it was clear Darius isn’t his first fight. He ran forward and struck me but I parried him and with full thrust, my sword went through his armor. All around me were cries of death and pain. But after all this, our enemies were on the ground dead.
We went through the streets of Constantinople gathering some food and water. Some went for supplies for building more battering rams for Jerusalem.
After gathering what we needed, we headed out again. I looked around and saw familiar faces. That relieved me because I didn’t a lot of people to talk to. This walk here to Jerusalem was quite long. But it was always the same routine though. Walk, rest, walk, rest, eat, and it keeps on