I heard voices from downstairs, but could not quite make out what the voices were saying. I got up from my bed and slightly opened my bedroom door. I crept slowly down the hallway, and I got a good look at who was at the door. Sure enough, it was the men who I saw just up the road. and they were demanding something from my father, I also realized that my mother was back from the marketplace. She looked terrified.
One of the men said, "Your King needs it for his army."
"I can not give it to you for that purpose, I am sorry," my father replied.
What army? What do these men want, and why are they in my house? Usually men are not allowed in our house unless the people visiting were our relatives or ancestors.
"If we can't have it we will have to take something else that belongs to you."
"What will that be?" my father said with worry.
"Where is that little boy who was outside collecting firewood? We could train him up and make him the best soldier we have."
My mother gasped and said, "How dare you even recommend that! We will not let you take him."
"No, you can't have him," my father said with anger.
"I am sorry, but if you do not have the warfare we need, then the King will expect something that will still be useful for our army."
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The Revolution that Brought us Together
Historical FictionMen in red coats come walking down to our driveway. There getting closer. They want something, and they want it now. This is inspired by "My Brother Sam is Dead" by: Collier and Collier
