U.k the land of the hero
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Rhys Woodberry, Grade 8
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Short Story
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2004
A giant graveyard, surrounded by water, Dull, misty and overcast
Clouds go there to cry in the green hills, where castles were built and warriors trained, Deep motes surround the cold, hard castle walls
To keep enemies and dragons out.
A brave knight stands up, to lead his army
He gives it all he has, and draws his sword
And drives it through the enemies stomach
The enemy falls to the ground, overflowing with blood
The brave knight raises his sword, and an enemy arrow is fired
It hits the knight in the chest, He drops to his knees and says,
”The country is free from enemy rule”
All the knights put their swords away, and pray
The hero lies there; in his hand is his bloodstained sword
Now he rests underground, in a coffin made of boards