It was past midnight when I saw them coming, they were riding on there horses vast and strong. I ran to the tower to sound the alarm that they were coming and the people needed to seek shelter. As I almost pulled the alarm a bowman shot me in the arm and I fell back and off the top of the tower. When I fell I tried to take the long arrow out of my arm but the piece of wood broke off and the arrow was stuck. The last thing I remembered before hitting the ground were the screams of the village people and me not warning them.