Title: The Riders in the Mist
As the battle raged on. The moonlight's shadows went on to
the men who fought for months. Unfortunately and sadly no one got the edge in
the crisis. At first no one heard it. As I tried to go to sleep I heard it the
thud. I sat up. I couldn’t hear it. I put my head on the ground. There were
loads of tiny pitter patters like little rain drops. I stood up. Every one
could hear it now then through the forest plunged horses. With riders and all.
They took the enemy out, I had hope.
By Jack Hyde
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