It was like any other day in the fortress. The sun was up but hiding behind the clouds. The people inside the fortress ran around getting the bulk of arrows up the towers. The cadets who ran are the minors making sure they are on time to refill the arrow bags. There are shouts and roars all over deafening the voice of a normal person in the middle. A cadet ran with a new bunch of arrows to refill the archers on top. He ran up the steps taking more than one step at a time.
“Go slow you fool you will fall.” Someone screamed from the bottom steps making the young boy almost fall on his back. He slipped a bit but gained his balance. A sweat drop fell on the side of his left cheek.
“Move it kid they need help there.” The voice screamed at him again. He quickly nodded and started climbing up the stone steps.