Wish I Had Google to Help Me Know What To Do.

     It was a long day from working in the fields. I was tired and slowly trudged up the hill. Today was a warm, humid, day. It was hot int he fields though, I had been working hard. I pulled my bags (which I had flung over my shoulder) and they were heavy. Full of crops and wheat for harvest. As I reached the top of the hill, I smelled smoke. I turned to see if the was a fire anywhere near, there was. I broke into a run to only see specks of fire balls flying into the air as the city below them crumbled. I screamed and ran back to the field hoping someone I knew would be there, there wasn't one single person. I ran fast back to the village dropping my bags full of crops, I needed my family more than the crops we grew. As I ran into the burning town square I heard screams all around me, the people int he buildings we miserable. Yet, what could I do? I looked all around me only to see flames and smoke. I turned to see children and their parents confused and crying in a corner of two flaming buildings. I corraled them into my arms and told them to run to the hill. As, I watched them run, I saw two ships sailing far from the town, we had been overthrown, captured, declared a part of someone else's land. I watched the town crumble to the earth and the smoke soar high above the clouds. My family was gone, my home was too. My life int he fields was over, so were my friends. My pets and food, disappeared. I was no longer a human being who had my own life, I was now a slave. Owned by, probably, the most deluded, richest, most careless king in the world. My life, was not my own, anymore.