The Tales of Teague/Chapter 1

The Tales of Teague

Chapter 1

He didn’t have a choice. It was either now or never, and he didn’t see “never” working out so well. So the commander gave the order to his generals and the battle began. Snipers tucked away began to pick off the enemy Reds one by one while ground troops moved in to flank their army, unnoticed by their sleeping guards. The Reds outnumbered the Knights three to one, so a secretive, night attack held their only advantage. The Reds awoke to the violent thunderous roar of dozens of tanks battering their outer walls. The ground troops had by now successfully flanked them to the right and began the demolition mission: to kill everything that moved. The slumbering army of the Reds shook off their grogginess, rushed to grab their weapons, and head for the front lines. They’d left only a few dozen troops in the foxholes throughout the night, who, by now, were just trying to buy some time.

Commander Hampton, the commanding general of the Knights, thought to himself as he swiftly and stealthily moved his brigade behind enemy lines, “The Reds could have handily beaten the outnumbered Knights, but hadn’t anticipated an offensive attack. This was an epic battle. Whoever came out with the victory by morning would determine the fate of history. Would his Knights be able to pull it off? They had the advantage now, but could they stomp out the Reds before their full forces emerged from all corners of camp?” Only time knew...something they didn’t have much of.

“Ian! It’s time for dinner. Come inside and wash your filthy hands!”

His mom was leaning out of the back door on the porch, spoon in hand that was dripping with the chili she had just been stirring. Ian reluctantly got up, fixed one toy soldier, threw two more acorns into the sand box knocking over four or five more Reds, then brushed the sand off his corduroy pants. He’d worked hard on his set up this time. Every detail was perfect—the dug out sand bunkers, pennies used for the mine fields, acorns of course for bombs, and little twigs for barbed wire fencing around each commander’s headquarters.