Man on the Hill

On the border was a hill. On the hill there was a man. The man looked tall on the hill. The man held a flag and nothing else. His countries flag was tall on the hill. Until they came.

At first the man thought it was a storm. But then he felt the rumbling and grumbling of an army. It was a storm though. A storm of death, blood and steel. 

The man on the hill stood proud. Finally the army came and stopped. They looked at the man, confused at the lack of troops on the border. The man was shaking but the army couldn't see. 

At last the man started "Are you proud of what you have done?" The man whispered it but it spoke volumes. "Look behind you. What do you see? God's work? NO YOU KILLED THEM! YOU RAIDED VILLAGE AFTER VILLAGE FOR WHAT? WHY?"

"This is for GOD!" The general of the army shouted.

"Does God want people to die?"

"He has set us on this path so we must obey Him to get back the Holy Land!" the rest of the army cheered.

"If God wanted to kill people we would do it with a flood not making his creations kill each other. SO LEAVE THESE VILLAGES ALONE! THIS IS GODS CREATION IF WE WANTED US TO LEAVE HE WOULD HAVE SENT A MESSAGE! NOT AND ARMY!"

Silence... "IF YOU THINK YOU ARE RIGHT YOU. ARE. A MONSTER! WORSE THAN THE DEVIL. YOU'RE STILL ALLOWED TO TAKE PILLGRIMS SO WHY KILL PEOPLE! IT'S SET IN STONE THE TEN COMANDMENTS YOU FOOLS!"

Again silence... suddenly someone dropped their armour and walked away. And then did the rest. The army walked away shamed and damned to hell.

Author's Note

So this story is based on the Crusade. This didn't actually happen though. So could you feel the resentment of the man on the hill? Please leave and critisisim down below!