Andrew’s Story
Andrew was a tall boy. His skin was a bronze hue and his hair was curly black. He was very energetic and always was ready for an adventure. He worked the fields at his father’s orchard. He always brought in the apples and peaches that sold fast on the streets of the big city.
One day while he was checking the still growing fruit, a group of raiders found their home in the woods. They came at noon, Andrew had been in the fields for five hours now and he was ready to come back home. As he neared the house he saw smoke coming from the direction of his house. He sprinted the rest of the way. As he watched in horror his family was taken from the house and beaten. Then he saw as one of the raiders went up, drew his sword and struck down his whole family one by one. They left after they ransacked his house.
After years of living in the ruins of his house, he had grown. He had matured in the hard cold winters and the hot dry summers. He was a man by the time he set out to find his family’s killer. He went from town to town asking around getting nothing. After a year he was about to give up when he walked into a tavern one day only to come upon the killer. He froze and thought of what he should do. He chose the violent path. He drew his sword and walked up to him. He said “ seven years ago you attacked my orchard, burned my home and killed my family, prepare to die.” The man whirled around and shouted but Andrew was faster. He plunged his blade deep into the man’s chest. The mad fell off and crumpled to the floor. He was dead. Everyone knew who he was and hated him. He “ran” the town, and made unfair rules and punished citizens cruelly. The people celebrated and gave him a home in their town. Months later they made him the head of security for the town and he protected them for many years and kept them all safe.
Andrew was a tall boy. His skin was a bronze hue and his hair was curly black. He was very energetic and always was ready for an adventure. He worked the fields at his father’s orchard. He always brought in the apples and peaches that sold fast on the streets of the big city.
One day while he was checking the still growing fruit, a group of raiders found their home in the woods. They came at noon, Andrew had been in the fields for five hours now and he was ready to come back home. As he neared the house he saw smoke coming from the direction of his house. He sprinted the rest of the way. As he watched in horror his family was taken from the house and beaten. Then he saw as one of the raiders went up, drew his sword and struck down his whole family one by one. They left after they ransacked his house.
After years of living in the ruins of his house, he had grown. He had matured in the hard cold winters and the hot dry summers. He was a man by the time he set out to find his family’s killer. He went from town to town asking around getting nothing. After a year he was about to give up when he walked into a tavern one day only to come upon the killer. He froze and thought of what he should do. He chose the violent path. He drew his sword and walked up to him. He said “ seven years ago you attacked my orchard, burned my home and killed my family, prepare to die.” The man whirled around and shouted but Andrew was faster. He plunged his blade deep into the man’s chest. The mad fell off and crumpled to the floor. He was dead. Everyone knew who he was and hated him. He “ran” the town, and made unfair rules and punished citizens cruelly. The people celebrated and gave him a home in their town. Months later they made him the head of security for the town and he protected them for many years and kept them all safe.