I sat there proudly as my horse galloped through the marsh, as the foliage smouldered around me.

I tried to stay calm as my soldiers charged at the beast yelling with all their might, crying for their last day on earth to end. I looked behind me, men were curled up on the floor, their arms ripped off, wounds like chasms across their body; dirt and grime covering their faces as they were trampled by our cavalry, I heard them howl in pain. I charged on fearlessly, wanting to stop and help even though I knew there was nothing I could do. I needed to help my comrades in arms; help defeat the beast. A mighty roar came from ahead, nearly deafening me, the monster looked right at me, men’s blood dripping from its fangs, the heads of my fellow soldiers strewn across the floor. Still, I charged on. My bag caught on something, tearing through the leather, my inventory being thrown everywhere. I looked ahead. I was getting close to the monster, to its den, covered with corpses and dead men’s armour. I winced as I saw my brothers head rolling on the ground, I wanted to stay strong but I couldn’t help the salty tears fill my vision and rip down my blood ridden cheek. I took a deep breath and kicked my horse to go faster, trying not to think about the grass smothered with blood.

— bored 11 year old Tizzy