Vows of the Vespers

After John's speech, we all spread out on the street, slaying more Frenchman who charged at us. We shouted, all around, "Moranu li Francisi(trns. Death to the French!)"

We poured into French alehouses and inns, Smashing bottles and choking the French with their own Ale Glasses. We ransacked the houses of the Frenchmen, we burned them to nothingness, we completely obliterated any trace of French establishment in Palermo.

We vowed to not let any Frenchman alive. We even slew the wives of the French, who were Sicilian by birth, as they had given their love and heart to these tyrannical wretches.

The Frenchmen sent squadron after squadron of their villainous army, but we cleaved all of those rogues to bits. We also gathered their weapons, their blades bathed in French blood. We didn't forage for the shields though, as they had the Angevin flag, any Sicilian who would be caught using one shall be executed, for those shields glorified their flags.

I was racing down the streets clashing my Shortsword against the French, John following me. We had a chat while we battled our enemies. I asked, "Ay, John did your father also perish in war?, I asked. "Ay!", he replied, "Ay, he did. A valiant one's demise he faced. His avenging is one of the reasons I fight this war". "My Father Hubert, was a great man, he was a good husband, a good parent, and a mighty warrior. He served the Holy Roman Empire, and he rebelled against its enemies who conquered our Island. He was, however slain brutally. The French shot him in the neck by a crossbow first and then disemboweled him with a halberd. Then they had the audacity to chuck his rotting corpse in front of our house. I was about eight at that time. Me, My older sister, Flora and my mother all found the carcass in front of the path. My mother broke to tears, wailed, wept at the death of her husband. They had been married for nine years, and he perished the day before his anniversary. She could remember the last time he kissed her as the day before. She fell ill of her mental sickness, and oh the poor woman, she lost her life to it. We were heartbroken, but we still kept on living, trying to find a good time to strike back. My sister taught me medical science, and so I became a physicist. The. I got married to my late wife, the beautiful Konstantina, but oh the French took her from me. They executed her as she supported the escape of her brother, a prisoner and a Rebel. Our children were slain too, and now I am a broken man. I belive my sister is no more too. I am ready to die for my nation, as I have nothing to loose."

I knew John was as broken as me. I smiled at him and reassured him, that we his fellows would always be on his side. He smiled back and as we rushed forward we saw that the last if the French in that town had been slain off. Our First Ever Battle. It ended in a great victory. John's, mine and all of Sicily's dream was about to phase through.

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