Glasses are unique, hair is ivory, clothes are fashionable.



It all started back in 1903. I was on the run, wanted dead or alive. Back then we had no fancy Uber's and Taxi's, just our trusty horses. The soldiers were behind me as I rode my horse down a steep hill. The wind was in my face blowing my hair left and right, drying out my eyes. My horse was getting old at age 11, therfore the soldiers were catching up behind me. You could hear there chainmail armor and their savage warcry's getting louder and louder as they got closer to me. All I needed to do was get to the forest where I could use my superb climbing skills to escape in the trees. The forest however, was at least a mile away. The soldiers would catch up to me by then due to my horses old age. I had to act quickly or else I'd be captured. I had a rope, some matches and 5 pieces of dynamite. I could set the dynamite a fuse and throw it back which would give me some time. I decided this was my only option. I set the match on fire and lit the dynamite. It began to smell of fire so I threw the dynamite back at the perfect time and BOOM! Four out of five horses had been knocked down. Only one remained following me but the soldier and his horse were only 40 or 50 feet away from me. I lit another dynamite and threw it back but it had been dodged. I threw 2 more back but they both were dodged. I began to fear I wouldn't escape. My only option left would be to jump off my horse as the soldier is about five feet away and run to the nearby rocky hills. I could use my rope to pull myself up the steep hills and escape. I would do this. You could hear the clicking sound of the horses hooves hitting the grasslands as I continued to run. The soldier slowly caught up. Before you knew it he was only 10 feet away. I decided to jump. I took my right foot over my horse and launched myself off the saddle into the grass. I looked up and saw the soldier go another 50 feet before stopping and started to turn around. I got up and sprinted to the hills. What once was the sound of 4 clicking hooves turned into 2 stomping feet on the floor. 50 feet from the hills I could see the soldier coming for me and I was running out of breath. The taste of blood filled my throught as I continued to run. Only 20 feet away from the hills I pulled the rope out of my bad and attatched it to a large tree. I then trew the rope up and began to climb. Halfway up my climb the soldier arrived and pulled his shiny sword out. He took it back like a baseball bat and swung at my rope. He had cut it and the rope could no longer be used. As I began to fall I grabbed hold of a rock sticking out and pulled my self up onto it. The soldier could do nothing so I continued to climb to the top of the hill and once I was there I looked at the incredible sunset then I looked back down at the raging soldier, and I vanished and was never seen again by any soldier again. I changed my name and started a new life of becoming the master of all video games. The End.