The Rescue
There we were on a mountain top fighting side by side, until I lost my footing. I fell a few hundred feet until I landed the bottom, lying on my back, unconscious but alive. I couldn't move anything. I could still hear the sounds of battle above me, it was faint, but I heard. Then I opened my eyes and saw a bright gleam. It was the sun but it kept moving. Just a few seconds before that I had heard rocks rumbling against each other, a grunt and a loud thump as though an elephant had fallen out of the sky. It was an enemy fighter-I had seen him before; a large man about the size of a small house and the same size around his middle. He had his axe raised above his head, the sunlight glinting off it, ready to kill me.
I closed my eyes, I was scared. I had trouble breathing, let alone begging for mercy. I say his face then the faces of my family; my baby brother, my little sister, my father and even my step-mother. I had to be brave, be a role model for my siblings. I couldn't die, not here at the bottom of a mountain in the middle of nowhere.
I reopened my eyes-the axe still raised above my enemy's head. All I could hear was heavy breathing. The axe was lowered, again and a third time but before it took a fourth bow, the enemy was on his knees, then his stomach, his face planted in the ground, with an arrow in his back.
My eyes flew to see who had fired the arrow. The bow was still poised, ready to fire again. My heart lept, it was you, my best friend and now hero. The look of anger upon your face was replaced by a smile. You kneeled beside me then swooped me into a bone crushing hug.
Night was falling. I held my pinkie on my right hand up and you did the same. They curled around each, the same way they did when we were five. Then we said the same thing we did the;
"I promise to always protect you."