I rang the bell twice.
josh
Twice was for danger, it meant something wasn’t quite right. From my vantage point on the wall I’d seen small flickers of light grow as they came closer and closer. Little handheld fires. We were under attack.
Within seconds of the bell ringing, a chorus of others exploded around the periphery of the wall and armies were poised and ready for the fight.
The battle only lasted a few hours, they outnumbered us five to one. As I felt my final moments descending, I rang the same bell once. Once was for surrender, it meant I wasn’t ready to die.