The clock tower

[iiLy]

The clock tower rang once. A small child ran through the tall grass laughing, yelling, chasing the wind.

 

The clock tower rang twice. A child sat in school reading an adventure book instead of taking notes. Imagination running wild, possibilities of daring and adventure flashed through the mind of the boy.

 

The clock tower rang thrice. A teenager played in a field with his friends. Participating in a violent game of physical force and willpower. The struggle of a young man fighting with his peers for supremacy.

 

The clock tower rang for a fourth time. A teen, on the brink of manly hood stood in front of a recruiting office. Ready to fight and die for his country. His people.

 

The clock tower rang for a fifth time. The drill sergeant barked orders at the young men. Sweat, tears and blood mixed with the mud under the feet of the conscripts.

 

The clock tower rang for a sixth time. A war had broken out across the land. Boys in men's uniforms, filling shoes that were too big.

 

The clock tower rang a seventh time. Explosions rocked the fortress, soldiers frantically poured water onto exposed burning wood. The enemy drew closer.

 

The clock tower rang an eighth time. The men had fallen back to the inner sanctum, tensed, poised, and ready for a fight to the death.

 

The clock tower rang for the ninth time. The enemy barged into the sanctum, blood, gore, and chunks of flesh were flayed into the air by terrible weapons of killing. Man on man fighting to live.

 

The clock tower rang for a tenth time. The men, pounded by assault and surrounded with no hope raise the white flag above the fortress, any hope of victory was lost.

 

The clock tower rang for the eleventh time. The scarred man was led to a courtyard by chains on his feet and hands. Certain death awaited at the wood platform in the center of the courtyard.

 

The clock tower rang for the twelve time. The mans head was bowed, the crushed spirit of a broken man. Another man stood with an axe raised above his head poised for the finishing blow.

 

The last ring echoed through the courtyard, as a faint swoosh was deafened by distant war drums.

 

The clock tower of the broken castle remained silent, so very silent.

 

 

 

This was something, I dont know what it was or how it is classified just watev. If it is awesome be truthful if it sucked be truthful and offer criticism were due.