It was old times when protesters were angry mobs. “The taxes shot up again,” Mrs Charlie said. “No problem for our noble family still,” Mr Charlie said. This was the family of the Charlie’s. No problems at all in fact it was like a wall without having a dent in its lifetime. But for the king… it was different. His life was like a wall with dents from verbal and physical abuse and also anger. The protesters life was like a wall with many dents and smeared grime from anger, sadness verbal shots from other people and poverty. The protesters shouted and screeched again for their freedom. Then…

Then comes a public meeting. Most people were dressed in rags (Because they were poor). They were shouting at the leaders about the soaring tax. The leaders were asking the public to either be calm or declare a civil war. Everybody said civil war over and over again. Then they were asked for silence. It is official… the crowd were like a group of drums until… they heard civil war shouted across the hall.

“Ok!” shouted the father “ we’re going to Austria by horse”. ” Are you sure it is going to work?” Mrs Charlie said. “I’am not sure,” Mr Charlie whispered.

Over the weeks they prepared to escape like a colony of ants planning for an attack. Now the time. The time for them to escape to Austria. The carriage was full of valuables hidden into a storage compartment which also included barrels of water and full of rations. The sun setted liked a bright flare tossed down slowly from heaven. Hours seemed like days of terrifying but exhilarating patience. The actual time  has come. The actual time to execute this unreliable plan. They galloped off.

The horses were ninjas not making even a crumbling noise. They are safe for now. But… A guard woke up. With all of Mr Charlies might he struck the horse with a whip and he dashed off at hypersonic speed. Finally they were safe from harm.

As the sun rose the family pulled over for breakfast. It wasn’t what they were expecting but it tasted like a 5 star dish from all those hunger pangs. They dashed off after a break for the exhausted father. “Oh my gosh!” Mrs Charlie gasped it’s beautiful.

It was beautiful indeed. the Sun gazed at the purple moor. The mountains had snowy caps on. However the Sun hid behind the clouds and bolts of lightning came down like soldiers putting their muskets down fiercely. Thousands of pellets came down and hit the horses as if they were a walking target. Suddenly… The Sun appeared and the clouds dashed away. Finally they were at Austria. They were terrified, attacked by guards and soaked down to their trousers to be deserved their own freedom.

By Justin Park