In which I....die of embrassment

So, um, yeah, please laugh. Because I can't believe I am doing this.

I found some random docs on my computer of schoolwork I did back in 2007, when I was in 9th grade. I was doing a program called the Omnibus for History and Writing. Which of course made it super fun....but let's not hold our breath over my 13-year-old writing, eh? Just for fun, I am posting up a story I wrote, unedited, raw, exactly the way it was on that doc when I pulled it up.

I'm pretty sure this assignment had a point to it, besides being set in William the Conquerer's Norman England {I'm related to him, by the way, directly through royalty, with proven docs. Just a random, cool sidenote there... :D}. Something about knowing what's really important or something like that. Else I can't justify that ending....

Anyway....laugh. Please.



The Norman Way

By

 Pure Grace

 

Ó Pure Grace

The sun was shinning brightly over the glistening indigo sea. The sharp morning breeze carried the exultant call of birds, greeting each other anew for the day, along with the distinctly salty flavor of the ocean. From his high perch among the rocks, Edmund could clearly see the approaching vessels. This time, the fair Saxon knew, they were not coming to simply speak with King Harold. They were coming to conquer. Simply enough, the boy thought, they are coming to kill us–and our families!

He turned and briskly began to scramble down the cliff. Sprinting along the trail, Edmond felt a quaver of hatred, taken over by one of fear, not for himself, but for his sisters and mother. What right had those Normans to take England into their domain? In a moment the lad was joined by another.

“You saw them?” he panted, without slowing his pace.

“Aye,” the other responded. “We will tell the others.”

In a few minutes they reached a small camp. The man obviously in charge immediately called them to him. After reporting the boys helped clear the camp and begin to fall back. The main English army was ready when William the Conqueror disembarked. The invaders were to be repulsed to the last defense. Expectantly, Edmund stood by his father on the battle field with a heaving chest. If the Normans won, Saxon Britain was dead.

After much waiting the enemy troops appeared. The conflict that ensued became known as the Battle of Hastings. Edmund fought to defend his country, his people, his family valiantly, but still one by one the Saxons fell. At the close of the batter few men were alive. Edmund, captured, lay desperate with fear. The Normans had won! It was of little comfort when the noble lad was set free. Few would retain their position unless they conformed. That would be imposable for him. Yet one glance at the faces of his dear ones at home changed that opinion, and as others before him, he reluctantly reformed to the Norman way of life. A family was better than any tradition.



 

 

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