This is a story I have prepared for english, the guidelines were "introduce a character that relates to or discusses Antigone" So yeah, its actually interesting, I'll let you decide if its good. Also Its copied from word, so formatting died.

One day, I took a journey into the hills. Who am I, you ask? I am Tyrone the musician, of course! My deeds are famous throughout the land! Anyway, so I was climbing atop a rather steep hill when I spotted a shady tree off in the distance. What a stroke of luck! I had been without shade for quite some time now, and my feet grow weary. It is not a long walk to the tree, and I soon arrive in its shady embrace.

Suddenly I am overwhelmed with fatigue. It appears that I have not eaten for several hours! I reach for my lunch-sack and open the cover. But my food has eluded me; in its place is an armadillo. Begone, armadillo! I have no business with thee. Now here I am, without food or drink, oh what am I to do? Ah! Right on the other side of the tree I have found some wild mushrooms! They come to my aid in my time of need. One, two, three, I gobble down these fungal delights. Having satisfied my stomach’s needs, I lay down to rest.

The light filters slowly through my awakening eyes; everything seems peaceful. But it is not so, the sky is cloudy with sand; the ground beside me stained with blood. I leap to my feet; what has happened here? Bodies litter the ground like so many leaves; smoke mingles with the sand. Off in the distance – there – a city! Maybe they will know what has happened.

The stone ramparts of the city grow close; towering above me, blotting out the sun. A voice calls to me: “You there! What is your business in Thebes!” “I’ve come to inform you that there are quite a bit of dead people over there!” I shout, pointing to where I had approached from. The guard shouted back, in a surprisingly calm tone for someone who has just learned their front yard contains multitudes of human remains – “Yeah, so do you want to come in or not?” “Sure!” I reply, still understandably baffled by his demeanor.

Thebes is certainly a great city. They have a fantastic market full of strange and beautiful commodities. But it is not without its filth, as well. As I was perusing merchandise, a man approached me, asking for a small sum of money. To this I declined, rending his skull in two with my palm.

Later that day there was to be a general assembly in the plaza. I attended, of course, as I really had nothing better to do with my time. After some time, a middle-aged man approached from the palace; he wore a shining vest of jewels. Or maybe he did not. It is uncertain. This man raised his hands, the crowd ceased to bustle. He began talking; about what I am not sure. Something concerning dead bodies, or decrees, or whatever else vest-wearers concern themselves with.

I set out to find a resting place in the city. Seeing as all the inns were full, I lay myself down near the city gate. I drifted off into sleep…

I was awakened by the bustling of feet beside my resting space. It was still night, what were people doing up so late? I rose, only to be confronted with a squadron of guards, in possession of a well dressed woman. They halted immediately when they saw me. Of course, they made no attempt to move me; for no one with any measure of intelligence wishes to challenge me in a battle.

Days later, I decided to explore my new land. Setting off towards the woods, I made sure to bring plenty of food and drink. A few hours in to my quest, I discovered an enormous stone vault. I climbed on top of it, eager to get a better look at my surroundings.

Oh my, I have lost track of time! It is nearly five and three-eighths! I try to lower my head from the horizon; oh my, this was probably not a good idea. My neck is stuck. But I can see people milling around the vault entrance… What are they here for? I climb down the vault face, above the gaping door. The man from the plaza is here, along with many guards. I drop down; discreetly joining their ranks.

The man is talking; no, pleading with another, younger man. I move closer to hear their conversation; but I soon realize the error of my decision, for the young man eviscerates himself with a sword, spraying intestines far and wide. What an unpleasant fellow.

My eyes open (What? Aren’t they already open?) to a scene of concerned people, anxiously hovering over me. I sit up, and they try to begin explaining something to me. I will have none of their nonsense; I set off towards my home, there are things to be obtained.