the unforgettable memory

The unforgettable memory.

As my grandchildren have dinner, brush their teeth and ready for bed. The story unravels and the journey begins.
Remember to go to the toilet first because this story is going to take you on the ride of your life(toilet flushes).

Back in the days I was a man fighting for my life. 20 years went by and no one could beat me in the arena.
The king heard about me and suited me up and made me a gladiator.
It was tough at first fighting big guys with axes and swords but I went through them faster and faster until I got to the point that the king said “bring out the wild bear” and that was the moment I knew I was gone.
The bear runs at me with all its might and hunger ready to rip my head off withs it razor sharp teeth.
I hear the crowd cheering for my name and I knew I couldn’t give up on them this easily so I swing the rope around and wait till the bear is at least 10 metres.I chuck it around his head like its some lasso competition and get his head nice and hard till he can't run anymore.
The bear is standing in the middle of the arena with a tight rope around his head and I walk upto it like a boss and look it right in the eyes, but this wasn’t ayye vicious creature sent to kill people but a loving heart touching bear living all his life being forced to do things.

Grandchild 1 “just kill it who cares about heart loving whatever” grandchild 2 “no don’t kill it let it live”.
I walk away and say to the king “I am not going to kill the bear for it has not wrong me”the king SMASHES the window and anger fills the room.
Grandchild 1 “is this like that movie what's it called”grandchild 2 “inside out” grandchild 1 “ yeah but the angry looking guy thats what the king is sounding like” good work guys you are listening quite well.
After the king gets all angry and talks with the manager of the people I’m fighting, I see the doors open like if they were putting someone else in the arena. My hand shakes and my body is overrunned by goosebumps.
I pick my sword up, ready for another battle but I know it won’t be the same as the other ones I recently had. So the king coughs and announces who I have to fight. “attention everyone there has been a new fighter and this will be a real challenge, all the way from the ancient egypt it is abar the ll.

My eyes widely open because this ain't some random guy but a real gladiator with red feathers on top on his helmet meaning he is alete.
He takes his helmet of and its my brother bob that was fired from the arena for not following instructions but I guess he is back know and made himself a big boy.
We look each other eye to eye but I could see the fear and doubt in his eyes so I walk up to him and ask why he was put in the arena. He said he was forced to and if he didn’t then his wife and child will die.
So abar swings his sword and hits me but it doesn’t do damage. I grab the rope and chope his legs and swing my sword left to right left to right but when I do this he dodges all of them.
The king said “release the hounds” and when I look back I see three lions with big chains around their necks. Great know there's more competitors might as well bring in the bear or even soldiers and that's what the king did.
I took soldiers and lions out one by one when it was the moment when I was just facing my brother once again. He was fighting like a lion wrestling a deer for its meat I knew he wouldn’t give up.

But I did what had to done so I fought back and now it was called competition.
I dropped my sword and tried to talk sensibly with my brother but all he wanted was to fight, fight and fight.
I went in for the stab and he moved and left a mark on my left leg. That was when I knew he was not who he was back in the days he was braver, fearless and smart.
The crowd was silent and the people smiling was the king and his royalness. My brother said “it's over now just give up” but I was focused on my second strategy.
I ran to him and he ran to me and we both had the sword on either side of our hip and he raised his sword up and I slid under him and he put the sword right through his own heart.
I chucked my sword down and ripped a piece of my clothing of and placed it on his bleeding point. I could not have done anything to stop it but just to slow the bleeding down.
His last words were “tell mommy and daddy I died because of a car crash” and we both started laughing.

Grandchild 2 “ that was so sweet it made me cry” grandchild 1 “ you are such a baby I didn’t even sweat a tear because I am the real gladiator here”.
Don’t jumped to conclusions know. But did u get the theme of this story. Grandchild 2 “is to love your brother or sister to the ends of your days” that is correct good job.
Grandchild 1 “ that means I have to love her” yes and you have to be the bigger brother and help her grandchild 1 “but, but, but” no but’s. Grandchild 1 “I love u big brother” grandchild 2 “I love me too”.
Cough cough “fine I love you too.

The end  

illustrated by:Simon uliano
pictures by:Simon uliano

what I learnt: is that using a key for the main character is a pretty hard story to write and planning on one thing then changing it to another is pretty hard too.what I enjoyed: was writing a story based on one thing which was a key and put moer ideas around that one idea. what I can improve on is: is trying to fix up my punctuation and making it more sense.