This morning I woke up to a tick tick tick and I saw it was the man that wore a long robe of deep blue with a gold plated scabbard hanging by his side. It was the same general as be for. He was hitting the cool metal bars whith his scabbard. (They said he was going to retire and someone new was coming.) The look on the others faces were the same as mine. “Why are you still here?” Asked my friend. His smile turned to anger and bellowed to him. “Come here and give me your whip.” You could hear his screams echo though the halll ways. The sound made me shudder and wished it wasn’t me.
When we were up and dressed he answered my friends question. “I am here because the replacement has backed out (wimp).” We had hours upon hours of gruiling practise.