Mongols

       I am a farmer working in the fields of China. While I am watering my crops I hear the sound of hoofs pounding on the ground. Shading my eyes from the sun, I see the outline of figures running, no galloping on horses towards me. A drum starts beating ominously and I am am filled with worry. One thought fills my mind; the Mongols are coming. As they draw nearer and nearer to my fields I do the one thing my mind says: run. I don't know where, I just have to get away from my village, my house, and my fields. Yelling and screaming my head off I push through the city scared with adrenaline pumping in my veins. AS I look back once more I see the Mongols attacking my fields, and I know I will never come back to see my home again. Past the countryside, I know I must rest, although uneasy I sleep for fear they will catch up to me. In the middle of the night the Mongols have appeared again to the west, and I run east. My bones and muscles are tired, though from all the excersise I recieved the day before. Thankfully, I find a village not far ahead and try to make myself scarce. This will not be easy to do, for the Mongols destroy and kill almost everything. As I enter the market place the Mongols have already gotten to the city and are killing the innocent lives of the people. This time I can not escape. I am trapped in a small corner with the Mongols heading my way.
       I try to make myself smaller so they don't see me. They do. Fear is circling around my heart and this time  know I will never live again. I was lucky that I could get away the first time, but my luck has ran out. The axe is being raised right before my huge glassy eyballs, and I wait for the strike. It does not come right away. They try to savor the moment and kill things around me. My heart thumps so nosily I think everyone can here it. Finally, the axe is raised right at me an cuts right at my heart the last thing I remember before life left me, was my reflection in the sharp metal. Then my body slumps and I am gone.