All was quiet apart from rumbling thunder in the distance. The village was silent in the early hours of the morning. The occasional owl call was heard, along with the rustling of the trees. Everything was at peace.
That moment had to end. Men came tumbling over the hills in a red, black and gold blur. Lightning struck as though it was welcoming them. The mist broke apart as their feet tore through. The lightning illuminated the look of glory upon their faces. Their feet were louder as they crossed the bridge over the river which separated the two civilisations.
The Gypsy King looked on proudly as his men attacked the village. Their intention was not to harm, only steal. They overturned everything they see in the hopes of finding treasure. Baskets, seats, blankets and stalls were all cast aside in this desperate search. The Gypsy King happily started to join them, for he knew the best places to their jewels.
A young blonde girl heard the commotion and rushed outside to see her town being destroyed. She ran around frantically but she only saw bandits. She almost tripped over the hem of her dress trying to run away. She didn’t see clearly where she was going and banged into the Gypsy King. She stopped and looked at him as though she was in awe, even though she was terrified. She couldn’t move; she was scared of what he might do. She felt herself being tugged away as one of the Gypsy King’s men pulled her away. She was tossed to the ground heavily and she scrambled to get away. She distantly heard a man yelling.
“That’s not what we’re here for! Grab the jewels, leave the girls! That’s an order!”
The girl hurriedly ran back inside and called for help. The King knew he did not have much time left. He called for his sister who had run in at the last moment.
“Caroline! We need to go! Just take what you can!” She rolled her eyes at her brother’s orders and the fact she missed her chance again.
His men carried on breaking jars and going through chests for their beloved gold. The King wanted to join them but kept watching, standing tall.
“We found it!”
The King saw one of his men holding up something golden. He rushed over to see that it’s the Chief’s most prized possession: his late wife’s necklace. Pats on the back went around every man in congratulations.
Their celebratory cry woke up more of the villagers. First out was Paul, the landowner’s son, followed by the Highwayman, Keith. The man dropped the necklace in surprise as the villagers ran towards them. Paul determinedly headed straight to the King and tried to shove him away. More villagers ran the invaders. The highwayman Keith saw a young boy called Damian, who the King was advancing on, who was too young to be in this.
“Damian! Get back inside!”
The boy was bewildered but determined.
“No!” I want to help!”
Keith sprinted over to him and pulled him back.
“George! Get him out of here!” he called to the chief.
Damian struggled but George dragged him away and locked him inside.
Keith went back to the Gypsy King and was prepared to fight him. The King called out to his men.
“We have what we want! Retreat!”
The men rushed back over the bridge with some gold and women’s clothes and all was quiet once more.
