Our Pope, Urban II, had just announced that he was sending warriors to the Crusades. When my friends and I heard this, we knew what would happen. The nobles would get all of the glory, and we would be left in the dust as we always have been. But this time we were going to change it. We knew it would take the lords and their vassals weeks, maybe months, to stop fighting. We went around town, and formed our own army. We then marched off towards Palestine, the Holy Land. Some of our troops attacked German Jews while we were passing through Germany, but the most devoted of us kept going.
Then the Turks came. The people who had attacked our pilgrims in the holiest of cities would now try to not even let us into Palestine. We charged towards the oncoming troops, who met us on horseback. We all fought bravely, but as I looked around, Crusader after Crusader was dying and the Turks were not stopping. Injured, five of our number made our way slowly back to England. I served no further purpose on this Earth, but to tell the approaching army of knights where the Turks were strongest and weakest. Then, succumbing to my wounds, I took a breath, and moved on.
Then the Turks came. The people who had attacked our pilgrims in the holiest of cities would now try to not even let us into Palestine. We charged towards the oncoming troops, who met us on horseback. We all fought bravely, but as I looked around, Crusader after Crusader was dying and the Turks were not stopping. Injured, five of our number made our way slowly back to England. I served no further purpose on this Earth, but to tell the approaching army of knights where the Turks were strongest and weakest. Then, succumbing to my wounds, I took a breath, and moved on.
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