Inca Battle Narrative

Months pass and then finally the Inca charge at us. For a second there, we believe we now were dead but, as if by some divine intervention, the rebels come, and there must be at least twenty thousand of them ready to join forces to fight the Inca. Anything to destroy their past oppressors. We violently engage in combat, ripping through the center of the Inca, trying to get to their general. Our strategy is if we can kill the general, we can send back the Inca with fear. So we charge, and to our surprise, the cavalry charges through us and stabs the general right through the heart with a royal thrust and turning of the sword. The battle is easily won after that, for without the general the Inca have no leader to carry out their plan of battle. There was one …show more content…
I’m not sure I like what I see, and I doubt that neither will my family, upon my return. Sitting in a corner of whatever place we have decided to camp by. I drown my sorrow by being bathed in the blue sky. “So you're regretting coming here too I see.” says a voice from behind me.
“If you have a conscience, it’s impossible to regret all the things we’ve had to do just so we can have gold and riches for ourselves,” I say.
“I know where you're coming from but don’t you want to bring riches home to his family?” he asks me.
“I do, but don’t you see all the destruction, malice and the havoc we’ve caused?” I say to him.
I can see he thinks about what I say to him for a while, I can almost see the deeds of violence he has committed through his eyes.
“But what about all of those ric . . .” He seems to submit to what I’m saying as he stops talking in the middle of his sentence and I can tell he regrets all the things that he has been forced into doing.
He then continues to walk away from me and toward a different part of the camp. I look at the sun and try to smile at it, and I know that it smiles back at me as

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