Fictional Essay on the Times of King Arthur

The sky was a deep shade of blue and was empty until one looked westward and saw a storm contemplating on whether or not it should interupt a soon to be battle field. The air was crisp with the feel of autum. Tall trees stood atop the sheer clifts that lined either side of the grassy field that was three hundred feet wide. The trees' leaves were shades of orange and red and the wind …

…two more signals, one cuased the swordsmen to charge at the Scotts in the pass, they would soon be followed by the knights. The other cuased the arrows to stop being lite and attack the archers attacking them. One by one, the English arrows wiped out the Scottish sharpshooters. This was a masicure! Lancealot was pleased with the troops morale and hoped that all rebellions to come would be shot down as this one was.