It was the year 4000 b.c. My people were in great need. The Buffalo that kept our ancestors alive for may years in the past have finally diapered. Our people feel that roaming our lands will find us no more buffalo. My people refuse to move on, they begin building homes from stone and wood. Strange indeed.

After my people had just begun to settle, hostile tribes began wandering our territory. The people a decided that we must train our young men, then send them off to battle these tribes and keep our village safe.

The young men kissed thier mothers and fathers on the cheeks, then left the small wall guarding our village. They travelled north, were the tribes were spotted by a working man looking for minerals. They began to enter a forest. They were walking along quietly, half scared, half excited, looking for a fight. Thet spoted a young savage up on a hill. They took chase after him but he was too swift, and knew the woods to well for them to keep up. My men were eagely following him, expecting a easy kill, he led them up over a hill, and right into his camp. There they faced men old enough to be thier fathers. Though my men were outnumbered, they were well trained. Half of them raised their axes above their head and launched them at the enemy, while the other half charged at full speed. They took the savages by suprise. CONQUEST!

Good start. Kinda slow, but keep going!