"The Ancient Chronicles" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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The Ancient Chronicles

Chapter One: Execution

I watched from my window as the beefeater took up his polished axe. Caesar, our emperor, calmly strolled through the hustle and bustle of the crowd which was gathered to see what all the fuss was about.
"This man," said Caesar , his head held proudly in front of the crowd. "Is sentenced to immediate death for practising magic and sorcery in Rome."
He raised his left hand and violently put it down, the beefeater took a step closer to the accused man and swung the axe...
Smatterings and splashes of his blood flew everywhere, the man's head, or what was his head, lolled onto the ground.
I turned my head so that I wasn't able to see what had happened.

Chapter Two: Sorceress.

Caesar banged open the doors of his palace sometime later and saw me sitting there, a frown upon my face.
"Why aren't you celebrating, dearest Rita?" He said.
"I hardly think beheading a man is cause for celebration, dearest Julius," I replied.
"He was a sorcerer, I had no choice," Caesar looked like he did have a choice, there is a choice for everything, isn't there?
An old, frayed looking woman appeared out of nowhere, she stood at the closed doors.
"You killed my son!" She yelled. "He shan't have done you no harm. To think you call yourself the emperor, doing only what's best for Rome! Ha!"
"Cease her!" yelled Julius. "Guards! Cease her!"
The woman disappeared in a puff of smoke.
The guards rushed in.
"What the hell..? Where is the enemy, emperor Caesar?" One of them asked.
"Gone, escaped. Find her and sentence her to death for sorcery!" Caesar commanded.
"As you wish, sire."
A few weeks later, the guards bought the woman through the dining room doors and pushed her in front of Caesar.
"I'd hold onto her if I were you," he said. "She has a habit of...disappearing."
The woman screamed as the guards took her away.
"Woe betide the sorcerer," muttered Caesar.


Chapter Three: Magic

The woman squatted in her bare, stone cell in the dungeons without food nor water for a couple days, screaming that she would kill everyone.
Later the same day, she was brought outside to the chopping block.
The beefeater pushed the woman onto the floor and she kept her head up, the beefeater gave it a sharp whack and it fell forward so that her neck was on the chopping block.
Everyone in the village gathered round to watch as usual, craning their necks to see better.
Caesar stood by to watch.
"Let this be a lesson to all you secret sorcerers and sorceresses, any of you found using magic again will end up like this puff of filth here," he said.
The beefeater raised his axe, the woman started muttering.
The woman vanished again, the beefeater chopped nothing but wood.
Suddenly, the beefeater clasped his fat, sausage-like hands to his throat and made choking noises.
The beefeater toppled onto the ground.
He was dead.

Chapter Four: Divide

Caesar assembled his army, divided them into packs of five, he had a hundred men.
The woman-whom Caesar didn't notice-was outside assembling an army of her own, each with the same, strange markings on their chests and faces.
Druids.
As the troops prepared themselves, Caesar was muttering to himself.
The armies approached each other, druids versus Rome.
The divided knights, Sirs and guards, druids, sorcerers and sorceresses, looked at each other, their eyes bored into each others.
The Romans started to yell, the others' eyes turned a ghastly glacier blue colour.
Our side put one leg in front of the other, pointed their weapons.
The druids summoned flames into their hands.
The sides collided into each other, fire against metal, Roman against druid.
Automatically, most of the Roman warriors were wiped out, each more gorily than the next.
We started to get somewhere, finally, some druid corpses were scattered amongst ours.
Hours later, only Caesar and the woman were left. The woman conjured fire. Caesar dressed himself in the armour of a victim from our side.
They stared icily at each other, the woman hurled her fire-ball, Caesar deflected it with his spear.
Fire against metal, metal against fire...

Chapter Five: Conquer

Caesar's spear pierced the woman's limp body, coursing through her guts.
The druid woman gasped, Caesar brandished her lifeless body triumphantly in the air.
"Rome has conquered!" He yelled proudly.
'Rome has triumphed,
Rome has won,
Battle is over,
We have won!" He recited the battle poem so elegantly that it could have brought tears to One's eyes.
The druids are dead and the battle is won, we can now all sleep in peace. But also in fear of the druids rising again.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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