By Andrew Hutchison, 2º ESO B

That
night, the British came...
Lucius
was woken to the sound of screaming and of sword grinding on sword. Quickly he
grabbed his own sword and ran outside. They had broken through the defenses and
he could see that there was only a dozen or so Romans left defending the walls.
The commander had fallen to the well-placed shot of an archer in the early
stages of the battle. Now less than a dozen men were left. They fought to the
bitter end and as the last one slumped forward, the British came in in
overwhelming numbers. Knowing when to fight and when to run Lucius sprinted to
the stables and saddled a horse. He then fought his way past some crazed
British warriors and cantered out of the back gate until the fort was a speck
in the horizon. The
last foothold of Rome was broken and Lucius made his way to a port. He would go
back to Rome but it would not be long until the Barbarians invaded it, too. This
was the beginning of the end: the fall of Rome.