The Iceman’s story begins in the valley below the Alps in northern Italy. The Iceman’s name is Bob. He lives in a small house on the edge of the woods nearby the village. Outside his house he grows wheat and herbs. It’s the springtime which means he needs to plant the plants he grew the past years. He used to live in the village nearby but he moved the the edge of the forest to escape a group of people called the hunters. They are an elite group of hunter and gatherers who want to steal the hunting ground in the valley from the villagers. However, the villagers are well-equipped, strong, and able to fight back. The leader of villagers is a man who is named Daniel. He is mid-aged and an experienced hunter and explorer. Legend has it that he crossed the Alpine mountains to the other side when he was younger and met the people who lived there. However, that story is well stretched. He is though, no fool. Bob would’ve fought with the villagers and stayed, but he found to old. He is well in his forties and would much rather live where he lives now.

Back when he was younger, he was a great shot. He could shoot a tick off a deer’s nose from a mile away with any bow and arrow. He would journey deep into the foothills of the Alps and bring back to the village several deer. Once, a group of men from a neighboring village tried to ambush the village to steal food and the village fought hard. Bob was there to save them. He shot a man with his bow, yanked the arrow out of the man, and shot another. After that, he was awarded a copper axe for his courage. He is still respected. He was a hero for the village, but not anymore. He lost his strength and athleticism, but not his wisdom and accuracy. He still journeyed into the woods and hunted, but not as far as he used to. It was a spring morning, he sat by his house eating oats and leftover deer meat when suddenly, an arrow flew in front of his face and landed on a tree by his house. He looked where the arrow came from. From behind a tree, an archer pointed a bow and arrow at him. He jumped through his door, grabbed his knife, and waited for the archer to come in. As the archer came in the house, Bob stabbed him. He took the bow, grabbed his quiver, and looked outside for any attackers. Three men came and attacked him. The one was stabbed, the other was shot, but the last cut his hand with a sharp stone. Bob fell back, grunting. As the attacker came to stab him, Bob kicked his face. Bob knocked him out. He used the time to escape into the forest. He would escape into the Alps. He knew who the attackers were, they were the enemy. The enemy who wanted to destroy the village, but how did they get there, and why would they want to kill an elderly man? None of that mattered, he needed to escape to the other side of the mountain.

Daniel told him that the people on the other side were peaceful, so that is where he was he was going. He quickly packed up as the man was knocked out, and headed up the mountain. As he made his exodus, the comrades of the attackers arrived at the house. As the knocked hunter lay on the ground and open his eyes, he was greeted by his comrades. There were two, one tall and muscular with blues eyes with a skinned-cap. The other was rather small and had long black hair with green eyes.

“How could you lose to a old man?” said the the tall one. “How strong are you really.”

“The old man may be weak but he is strong,” replied William, the man who lost to Bob in the fight. “Let’s go track him, he is bound to be close.” William replied. The hunters followed Bob as if he were a deer and followed every track, every clue of him. As they trekked up the mountain, they got closer and closer.

“There he is, I see him,” said the shorter man. He pointed to a small cliff. Bob sat there eating deer meat. The hunter grabbed an arrow and pulled back, aiming at Bob’s upper left back and left shoulder area. Although he was short, he was a great shot. He hit smack dab where he wanted it. Bob cried in shock, he fell down, trying to pull the arrow out. Blood gushed out of his body. He then breathed his final breath.

Long time ago there was this man my name is  Jeff and I was in my mid 40s ,and I  was small. With my unfinished arrows and a bow to. I had may tools with me and clothing.  I with me had a fire kit. I was important. I ate deer goats grains and veggies. I live in the northern part of italy. I hand three diseases and i had parasites in my stomach. I lived a long time ago 8,000 to 2,000 B.C. this is what happen to me i had someone following me all the time I couldn’t leave here everyone wanted me dead. Know the one day I was just sitting there and this guy came up and ask if I know him and I said not I didn’t they he said that I was the reason that his family is dead and I said no and he said yes. Then i got in a fight and then I got my hand cracked open my hand. Then went on a walk  to the mountains. Then I got a arrow in my shoulder and they I cracked my head and then I had some hard time trying to breath. My oxigin couldn’t get to my brain. The I pasted out, my hart rate was high, and I was sweat.  My  killer took out his arrow from my shoulder. I died in spring I had flowers all over me.

The Iceman’s story begins in the valley below the Alps in northern Italy. The Iceman’s name is Bob. He lives in a small house on the edge of the woods nearby the village. Outside his house he grows wheat and herbs. It’s the springtime which means he needs to plant the plants he grew the past years. He used to live in the village nearby but he moved the the edge of the forest to escape a group of people called the hunters. They are an elite group of hunter and gatherers who want to steal the hunting ground in the valley from the villagers. However, the villagers are well-equipped, strong, and able to fight back. The leader of villagers is a man who is named Daniel. He is mid-aged and an experienced hunter and explorer. Legend has it that he crossed the Alpine mountains to the other side when he was younger and met the people who lived there. However, that story is well stretched. He is though, no fool. Bob would’ve fought with the villagers and stayed, but he found to old. He is well in his forties and would much rather live where he lives now.

Back when he was younger, he was a great shot. He could shoot a tick off a deer’s nose from a mile away with any bow and arrow. He would journey deep into the foothills of the Alps and bring back to the village several deer. Once, a group of men from a neighboring village tried to ambush the village to steal food and the village fought hard. Bob was there to save them. He shot a man with his bow, yanked the arrow out of the man, and shot another. After that, he was awarded a copper axe for his courage. He is still respected. He was a hero for the village, but not anymore. He lost his strength and athleticism, but not his wisdom and accuracy. He still journeyed into the woods and hunted, but not as far as he used to. It was a spring morning, he sat by his house eating oats and leftover deer meat when suddenly, an arrow flew in front of his face and landed on a tree by his house. He looked where the arrow came from. From behind a tree, an archer pointed a bow and arrow at him. He jumped through his door, grabbed his knife, and waited for the archer to come in. As the archer came in the house, Bob stabbed him. He took the bow, grabbed his quiver, and looked outside for any attackers. Three men came and attacked him. The one was stabbed, the other was shot, but the last cut his hand with a sharp stone. Bob fell back, grunting. As the attacker came to stab him, Bob kicked his face. Bob knocked him out. He used the time to escape into the forest. He would escape into the Alps. He knew who the attackers were, they were the enemy. The enemy who wanted to destroy the village, but how did they get there, and why would they want to kill an elderly man? None of that mattered, he needed to escape to the other side of the mountain.

Daniel told him that the people on the other side were peaceful, so that is where he was he was going. He quickly packed up as the man was knocked out, and headed up the mountain. As he made his exodus, the comrades of the attackers arrived at the house. As the knocked hunter lay on the ground and open his eyes, he was greeted by his comrades. There were two, one tall and muscular with blues eyes with a skinned-cap. The other was rather small and had long black hair with green eyes.

“How could you lose to a old man?” said the the tall one. “How strong are you really.”

“The old man may be weak but he is strong,” replied William, the man who lost to Bob in the fight. “Let’s go track him, he is bound to be close.” William replied. The hunters followed Bob as if he were a deer and followed every track, every clue of him. As they trekked up the mountain, they got closer and closer.

“There he is, I see him,” said the shorter man. He pointed to a small cliff. Bob sat there eating deer meat. The hunter grabbed an arrow and pulled back, aiming at Bob’s upper left back and left shoulder area. Although he was short, he was a great shot. He hit smack dab where he wanted it. Bob cried in shock, he fell down, trying to pull the arrow out. Blood gushed out of his body. He then breathed his final breath.

The Iceman’s story begins in the valley below the Alps in northern Italy. The Iceman’s name is Bob. He lives in a small house on the edge of the woods nearby the village. Outside his house he grows wheat and herbs. It’s the springtime which means he needs to plant the plants he grew the past years. He used to live in the village nearby but he moved the the edge of the forest to escape a group of people called the hunters. They are an elite group of hunter and gatherers who want to steal the hunting ground in the valley from the villagers. However, the villagers are well-equipped, strong, and able to fight back. The leader of villagers is a man who is named Daniel. He is mid-aged and an experienced hunter and explorer. Legend has it that he crossed the Alpine mountains to the other side when he was younger and met the people who lived there. However, that story is well stretched. He is though, no fool. Bob would’ve fought with the villagers and stayed, but he found to old. He is well in his forties and would much rather live where he lives now.

Back when he was younger, he was a great shot. He could shoot a tick off a deer’s nose from a mile away with any bow and arrow. He would journey deep into the foothills of the Alps and bring back to the village several deer. Once, a group of men from a neighboring village tried to ambush the village to steal food and the village fought hard. Bob was there to save them. He shot a man with his bow, yanked the arrow out of the man, and shot another. After that, he was awarded a copper axe for his courage. He is still respected. He was a hero for the village, but not anymore. He lost his strength and athleticism, but not his wisdom and accuracy. He still journeyed into the woods and hunted, but not as far as he used to. It was a spring morning, he sat by his house eating oats and leftover deer meat when suddenly, an arrow flew in front of his face and landed on a tree by his house. He looked where the arrow came from. From behind a tree, an archer pointed a bow and arrow at him. He jumped through his door, grabbed his knife, and waited for the archer to come in. As the archer came in the house, Bob stabbed him. He took the bow, grabbed his quiver, and looked outside for any attackers. Three men came and attacked him. The one was stabbed, the other was shot, but the last cut his hand with a sharp stone. Bob fell back, grunting. As the attacker came to stab him, Bob kicked his face. Bob knocked him out. He used the time to escape into the forest. He would escape into the Alps. He knew who the attackers were, they were the enemy. The enemy who wanted to destroy the village, but how did they get there, and why would they want to kill an elderly man? None of that mattered, he needed to escape to the other side of the mountain.

Daniel told him that the people on the other side were peaceful, so that is where he was he was going. He quickly packed up as the man was knocked out, and headed up the mountain. As he made his exodus, the comrades of the attackers arrived at the house. As the knocked hunter lay on the ground and open his eyes, he was greeted by his comrades. There were two, one tall and muscular with blues eyes with a skinned-cap. The other was rather small and had long black hair with green eyes.

“How could you lose to a old man?” said the the tall one. “How strong are you really.”

“The old man may be weak but he is strong,” replied William, the man who lost to Bob in the fight. “Let’s go track him, he is bound to be close.” William replied. The hunters followed Bob as if he were a deer and followed every track, every clue of him. As they trekked up the mountain, they got closer and closer.

“There he is, I see him,” said the shorter man. He pointed to a small cliff. Bob sat there eating deer meat. The hunter grabbed an arrow and pulled back, aiming at Bob’s upper left back and left shoulder area. Although he was short, he was a great shot. He hit smack dab where he wanted it. Bob cried in shock, he fell down, trying to pull the arrow out. Blood gushed out of his body. He then breathed his final breath.

The Iceman’s story begins in the valley below the Alps in northern Italy. The Iceman’s name is Bob. He lives in a small house on the edge of the woods nearby the village. Outside his house he grows wheat and herbs. It’s the springtime which means he needs to plant the plants he grew the past years. He used to live in the village nearby but he moved the the edge of the forest to escape a group of people called the hunters. They are an elite group of hunter and gatherers who want to steal the hunting ground in the valley from the villagers. However, the villagers are well-equipped, strong, and able to fight back. The leader of villagers is a man who is named Daniel. He is mid-aged and an experienced hunter and explorer. Legend has it that he crossed the Alpine mountains to the other side when he was younger and met the people who lived there. However, that story is well stretched. He is though, no fool. Bob would’ve fought with the villagers and stayed, but he found to old. He is well in his forties and would much rather live where he lives now.

Back when he was younger, he was a great shot. He could shoot a tick off a deer’s nose from a mile away with any bow and arrow. He would journey deep into the foothills of the Alps and bring back to the village several deer. Once, a group of men from a neighboring village tried to ambush the village to steal food and the village fought hard. Bob was there to save them. He shot a man with his bow, yanked the arrow out of the man, and shot another. After that, he was awarded a copper axe for his courage. He is still respected. He was a hero for the village, but not anymore. He lost his strength and athleticism, but not his wisdom and accuracy. He still journeyed into the woods and hunted, but not as far as he used to. It was a spring morning, he sat by his house eating oats and leftover deer meat when suddenly, an arrow flew in front of his face and landed on a tree by his house. He looked where the arrow came from. From behind a tree, an archer pointed a bow and arrow at him. He jumped through his door, grabbed his knife, and waited for the archer to come in. As the archer came in the house, Bob stabbed him. He took the bow, grabbed his quiver, and looked outside for any attackers. Three men came and attacked him. The one was stabbed, the other was shot, but the last cut his hand with a sharp stone. Bob fell back, grunting. As the attacker came to stab him, Bob kicked his face. Bob knocked him out. He used the time to escape into the forest. He would escape into the Alps. He knew who the attackers were, they were the enemy. The enemy who wanted to destroy the village, but how did they get there, and why would they want to kill an elderly man? None of that mattered, he needed to escape to the other side of the mountain.

Daniel told him that the people on the other side were peaceful, so that is where he was he was going. He quickly packed up as the man was knocked out, and headed up the mountain. As he made his exodus, the comrades of the attackers arrived at the house. As the knocked hunter lay on the ground and open his eyes, he was greeted by his comrades. There were two, one tall and muscular with blues eyes with a skinned-cap. The other was rather small and had long black hair with green eyes.

“How could you lose to a old man?” said the the tall one. “How strong are you really.”

“The old man may be weak but he is strong,” replied William, the man who lost to Bob in the fight. “Let’s go track him, he is bound to be close.” William replied. The hunters followed Bob as if he were a deer and followed every track, every clue of him. As they trekked up the mountain, they got closer and closer.

“There he is, I see him,” said the shorter man. He pointed to a small cliff. Bob sat there eating deer meat. The hunter grabbed an arrow and pulled back, aiming at Bob’s upper left back and left shoulder area. Although he was short, he was a great shot. He hit smack dab where he wanted it. Bob cried in shock, he fell down, trying to pull the arrow out. Blood gushed out of his body. He then breathed his final breath.

The Iceman’s story begins in the valley below the Alps in northern Italy. The Iceman’s name is Bob. He lives in a small house on the edge of the woods nearby the village. Outside his house he grows wheat and herbs. It’s the springtime which means he needs to plant the plants he grew the past years. He used to live in the village nearby but he moved the the edge of the forest to escape a group of people called the hunters. They are an elite group of hunter and gatherers who want to steal the hunting ground in the valley from the villagers. However, the villagers are well-equipped, strong, and able to fight back. The leader of villagers is a man who is named Daniel. He is mid-aged and an experienced hunter and explorer. Legend has it that he crossed the Alpine mountains to the other side when he was younger and met the people who lived there. However, that story is well stretched. He is though, no fool. Bob would’ve fought with the villagers and stayed, but he found to old. He is well in his forties and would much rather live where he lives now.

Back when he was younger, he was a great shot. He could shoot a tick off a deer’s nose from a mile away with any bow and arrow. He would journey deep into the foothills of the Alps and bring back to the village several deer. Once, a group of men from a neighboring village tried to ambush the village to steal food and the village fought hard. Bob was there to save them. He shot a man with his bow, yanked the arrow out of the man, and shot another. After that, he was awarded a copper axe for his courage. He is still respected. He was a hero for the village, but not anymore. He lost his strength and athleticism, but not his wisdom and accuracy. He still journeyed into the woods and hunted, but not as far as he used to. It was a spring morning, he sat by his house eating oats and leftover deer meat when suddenly, an arrow flew in front of his face and landed on a tree by his house. He looked where the arrow came from. From behind a tree, an archer pointed a bow and arrow at him. He jumped through his door, grabbed his knife, and waited for the archer to come in. As the archer came in the house, Bob stabbed him. He took the bow, grabbed his quiver, and looked outside for any attackers. Three men came and attacked him. The one was stabbed, the other was shot, but the last cut his hand with a sharp stone. Bob fell back, grunting. As the attacker came to stab him, Bob kicked his face. Bob knocked him out. He used the time to escape into the forest. He would escape into the Alps. He knew who the attackers were, they were the enemy. The enemy who wanted to destroy the village, but how did they get there, and why would they want to kill an elderly man? None of that mattered, he needed to escape to the other side of the mountain.

Daniel told him that the people on the other side were peaceful, so that is where he was he was going. He quickly packed up as the man was knocked out, and headed up the mountain. As he made his exodus, the comrades of the attackers arrived at the house. As the knocked hunter lay on the ground and open his eyes, he was greeted by his comrades. There were two, one tall and muscular with blues eyes with a skinned-cap. The other was rather small and had long black hair with green eyes.

“How could you lose to a old man?” said the the tall one. “How strong are you really.”

“The old man may be weak but he is strong,” replied William, the man who lost to Bob in the fight. “Let’s go track him, he is bound to be close.” William replied. The hunters followed Bob as if he were a deer and followed every track, every clue of him. As they trekked up the mountain, they got closer and closer.

“There he is, I see him,” said the shorter man. He pointed to a small cliff. Bob sat there eating deer meat. The hunter grabbed an arrow and pulled back, aiming at Bob’s upper left back and left shoulder area. Although he was short, he was a great shot. He hit smack dab where he wanted it. Bob cried in shock, he fell down, trying to pull the arrow out. Blood gushed out of his body. He then breathed his final breath.

Otzi was running up the Alp Mountains in Northern Italy, for he had just got into a fight where he had hurt his hand terribly. He sometimes stopped and looked around, listening carefully to hear if his attackers were still following him. Hearing nothing, he sat down and caught his breath, taking some grains out of his pouch and eating them. After a while, he got back up and started climbing up the mountain some more until he had reached the top. He had found a cave to stay in where he made a fire, it wasn’t as cold in the cave then outside, though Otzi still felt like he was freezing to death.

    After a couple days, Otzi’s hand was getting better, he was sitting at the edge of the cave looking at the dark sky. Otzi froze as he heard what seemed to be a stick snapping in half. He looked up cautiously, seeing a mysterious black figure that looked to be holding a bow. He squinted, trying to get a better look at the figure, but still could only see what looked like a shadow. The figure grabbed an arrow from his quiver and placed it in the bow, firing it at Otzi’s shoulder. Otzi bit his lip trying to hold back the scream, he looked at his shoulder seeing that the arrow had went straight through. Holding his shoulder, he looked back at where the figure had been, but he was no longer there.

    Otzi looked back at the sky, seeing that the sun was about to rise. Otzi tries to take the arrow out of his shoulder, no luck, only pain. Now that the sky was more bright, he could see more clear, he looked around for the mysterious attacker, still not seeing any sign of him. Otzi didn’t see him run away, he knew for sure he was still near. He grabbed the flint knife out of his bag, looking around, still not seeing anything. He sighed and sat down, hoping that he was gone, but he wasn’t. The attacker struck Otzi with another arrow but this time it goes into the back of his head. Otzi died a quick, terrible death. His attacker took back his arrows and started walking back to his village, leaving Otzi’s body and belongings there, in the freezing Alp Mountains.

Hi my name is Otzi and I am the son of the chief of my tribe. I am wanted right now because my father is very ill and I will be chief soon but the people think I am not ready even though I am in my mid 40’s. I know it is just a matter of time until the elder sends out a search party for my killing. Just the other day I was walking in the street and people would stare at me as if they could choke me out with their minds and they attacked me. When I got out of the fight I had blood dripping down my hand for it had been cut. I had to get away, but how?

The mountains that were surrounding us was called The Alps and I knew it was a 6,500 mile climb to the top but there was no other way to get out of the town. I thought that if I got over the mountains I could build a hut and live there. I packed my bags and headed out. I had with me a copper ax, small arrowhead spear, three layers of clothing, and a pouch to hold things in. As I climbed the steep mountain about 1,000 miles up I slipped and felt hunger tighten it’s grip on me. The wind was not in my favor as it was knocking me off the mountain but my shoes helped. As I climbed to the top a deer walked by so I made a bow and two arrows but by the time I had finished the deer was gone so I traveled farther up the mountain only to see a goat and a deer about 3,000 miles up. I climbed to the deer and got it in the heart and the goat too. When I got to the top of the mountain there were plants and grains so I ate those too after that I made a net to catch any birds or small animals.

I was not feeling well and I was thinking the deer or goat was a bad choice because I probably had parasites and three diseases that were very common in spring. The bow I built had snapped and I was making another one. All of a sudden I felt a pain in my shoulder I passed out, and my heart rate went up, and I fell on a stone and the back of my head split. That was when I took my last breath.

The iceman

So haven’t you ever wanted to know a little bit about the iceman. Well after this you will never want to go outside in the cold again. Otzi or so called the iceman was scrawny,about 6’5,he war a hide coat,skin leggings,fur hat,and hay stuffed shoes. He is going to get a little beating in the end of this story. Lets just say its not going to be pretty. So it was a early morning and he was just leaving to to the Alps because it was a long hike.
He was about a couple miles from the Alps. He was traveling with a copper age axe, fire starting supplies, a quiver loaded with 12 arrows but only 2 were finished,and a flint knife. What he ate one a daily basis was deer,grains,and goat.
He really didn’t see anyone there. Then he was hiking up the Alps when he felt his stomach just fell to the ground. He was fighting the pain of his stomach. He got up and started hiking up the Alps again but he didn’t get far because his stomach, So he stopped to take a rest .
He felt someone behind him but he ignored it. Then a couple minutes later he felt a sharp oble
He felt a person behind but he ignored it because he was going threw so much pain,But he should of listened to his gut. All of a sudden he felt a sharp object go into his shoulder. He started seeing blurry,then he felt queasy. Finally he felt and sharp object go into his skull. He knew right then and there that this was going to be his last meal.

The Iceman

The Iceman given the name Otzi, no not by birth, but by where he was found.  He was just a regular everyday hunter that got food for everyone that needed it in his new almost complete village. He had very much skill, he knew how to shoot a bow and arrow like a pro, not that anyone knew what a pro shot an arrow like at that time but, just like no other. There were always those people though that never really like you just because they always want to be the best, The Iceman had those people. His name was Cameron Diaz…He never liked Otzi because he was the best bow and arrow person the village had ever seen well until Otzi showed up..It’s not Otzi’s fault though that Cameron “fell off the wagon” I mean his dad died and yeah yeah people grieve in different ways for different amounts of time but it had been 7 whole years since he died I mean, come on. He should have picked up a bow and arrow or something to stay well at it because like I said he “he fell off the wagon” and  that had  then led Otzi to be the best…The Iceman always could’ve sworn that Cameron had it out for him..even enough to end his LIFE. Anywayyyyyyy, so The Iceman decided one day to start offering free lessons to the villagers that were interested maybe they could start catching their own things in a little while, not that Otzi cared he loved fetching food for the rest but who knows..He believed anyone could do anything..Even kill , and no I didn’t mean by your everyday dear and animals to eat and survive, yeah I meant like murder. Okay so to start off his lessons he went around asking everyone in the village if anyone was interested..He got a decent amount of people, Otzi was a good guy so he even had the courage to ask Cameron if he wanted to, “Hop back on the horse.” But arrogant as he is he just rolled his eyes and walked away. Okay so Otzi didn’t pay any mind to it and decided to continue on with his lessons he was was offering and like i said a decent amount of people showed..First he showed them all that he thought were the basics..After he thought he had taught everything in the basics category he decided to test EVERYONE’S knowledge and ask a few questions to make sure they fully understood .Turns out everyone got the hang of the basics., and then all of a sudden Cameron shows up and he doesn’t look too happy I can tell you that. He walked over to Otzi and confronted him about his lessons and asked him why he was such an attention hog. Otzi didn’t pay any mind he knew he was just mad.. He always was! Then Cameron had the guts to throw a punch and that triggered The Iceman. He had never gotten like that before he was just tired of it and couldn’t tolerate it anymore! Every time Cameron threw a punch Otzi threw one back. Then Cameron found a way to get Otzi on the floor and to take Otzi’s hand and scrape it on the ground until he saw blood..Otzi screamed like never before. Then Cameron said stay in your own lane and I’ll stay in mind..Otzi didn’t reply just rolled his eyes after getting up and holding his hand in pain..The Cameron runs off..  Last thing that he had said to Otzi before he had left once and for all was, “I’ll show you who the real bow and arrow king is!” Otzi didn’t really know how to interpret that.. Was that a threat? Was it a challenge? He honestly had no idea. The next day Otzi tried to forget about what happened but it was kind of hard with his hand bandaged up, instead he just kept replaying the moment in his head. He told all of the villagers and decided to go up to, “The Alps” to see if he could catch anything different other than his everyday animals.. So he packed many many materials and since he was the villages MVP(Most valuable person) he got rewarded with copper..no one new EXACTLY how but he was the village’s most biggest resource. All he knew is that it was fair enough. (Honestly he thought it was wayyy more than far enough considering how valuable it was back then considering it was only starting to get used right around that time…ANYWAY..he used the copper he had gotten and made it into an axe he thought it would be very useful and a great use of the copper. Not only that but he had a bunch of other stuff like, bows and arrows, a what I would say that today it would be a pocket knife but it’s wayyy less modern, a carrying case for the “pocket knife”, a fire starting kit, a backpack, and some other things. Anyway he started on his way and he goes through the woods and comes out pollinated because there was many of those flowers that let out much, much pollin and he probably ran into one or two or ten. He came prepared and wore three layers of clothes expecting just as he should that if he didn’t he would DIE. (Not literally I’m just using a little exaggeration) But then that’s when it starts to go down, he hears a noise creeping up on him wondering whether it was some sort of animal he was looking to kill or someone trying to ambush him, he kinda had an idea too. He started to step backwards going up farther on the mountain and he got high enough on the mountain running so fast he couldn’t even see anything that he passes he’s starting to slow down so he picks out a rock that he finds trustworthy to hide behind. He takes out his bow and grabs an arrow finishes it grads another and POW right after he finished just his second arrow….He got shot from behind. To be specific he got shot in his shoulder and the arrow went in so deep it cut right through his bone and hit an artery..causing him to bleed out quickly. As Otzi slowly passes he can no longer move anything..He had an idea of what happened..he had got shot by Cameron..He thinks he kind of saw hs light brown longer hair peeking out behind a tree and he was wondering is this what he meant by,”I’ll show you who the real bow and arrow king is!??” There were still many questions and wonders..Everyone in the village had been worried but they thought things like, “Come on it’s Otzi he knows exactly what he’s doing I’m sure he’s fine.” What they didn’t know is Otzi wasn’t fine he was dead..No witnesses, no one, he was completely isolated and no one had seen anything. (No one was around to see anything) But the questions still remains was it REALLY Cameron who was to blame for this terrible action? No one ever knew, not now, not ever.  

The snow was melting. The flowers were starting to come out as winter was melting away. If you haven’t guessed already it was springtime in northern italy. Otzi the iceman was on a journey up north and he probably knew he was a little unprepared with weapons but didn’t think that he would need them. He had with him a flint dagger in his wooden scabbard, an unfinished bow, one quiver with 2 finished arrows and 12 not finished, a wooden backpack frame, a fanny pack carrying 2 pieces of flint, and wood stick that looks like a pencil with deer antler, a grass string, and a needle made from bone. Also he had some food including mushrooms tied onto a wooden stick and berries and pieces of antelope meat, a leather tassel with a marble bead, a net, and probably the most valuable at the time, a copper axe. His tools seemed to be in good shape, and because of his copper axe, we guessed that he was a very important person. Little did he know that he would never get to wherever he was going alive.

Before his journey up north, he seemed to have eaten some deer, a little bit of grains and some goat. Before he had died he was already suffering from 3 dieses so it was probably hard for him to go on his journey. He was also wearing 3 layers of cloths and even though he was underarmed, he probably felt it was necessary to pack light because of the big journey.

When he came up to the rockies, we predicted that he decided to take a quick break because he was getting very tired. There was some crackling coming from behind when suddenly, there was something sharp piercing through the back of his left shoulder. It was an arrow. Blood started gushing out and soon he was losing consciousness. He was getting drowsy. Because of the major blood loss, our guess is that he went into shock. Some of the symptoms were getting extremely sweaty, and his head and my heart were pounded intensely. He would get cold and clammy and extremely weak, when he fell forward and everything turned black. If you haven’t noticed already, that’s when he died. After all that had happened, the murder had pulled out the arrow because there were markings on the arrow head and if someone found the dead body, they would know who did it.

Many years later like about 10,000, me and my friends were hiking and we found his  bones and looked through his stuff. He seemed to have a lot of valuable tools so that means that he was very important at the time but due to his discovery now he is still very famous. As you can see the topic of Otzi the iceman still has some gaps to fill, but over all we do know one thing. It was a pretty incredible story.

Otzi

He lived in a village, a small one but an important one. The village was one of the main villages in the area and produced many crops and livestock throughout the area. One of the rulers of the village was a small old man named Otzi. He lived there all his life and his family had a lot of history in the village. They were one of the first in the town and therefore one of the richest and one of the powerfullest, if not the most powerful. Their rivals were another large family, not far behind Otzi’s family in power. They wanted all the power and a constant power struggle was always happening. Then one day, everything changed.

It happened when one of the men from one of the weaker families was murdered. Otzi’s rivals jumped on this opportunity, and did their best to frame Otzi. It worked. Before anyone else noticed, they carefully stole bronze tools from Otzi’s family, along with some arrows and made it look like someone from Otzi’s family was to blame. Because of the fact everything was handmade, almost everything was unique, and thus could be traced to the one who made it.

Not long after, the whole town knew about the man’s death. Another powerful family, had a member who was a blacksmith. He could tell who owned the murder weapons with closer inspection. Otzi and his family denied the claim, which anyone would do who is innocent, but anyone who is guilty would likely do too. Rumors spread, and with it, the people’s trust of Otzi and his family rapidly declined, as well as their power. Soon, Otzi’s nephew moved to another town as he was the one the weapons belonged too.

More followed not long after. Otzi, however, stayed behind along with a few others. He stayed because that was his home and his illness prevented him from moving much. People saw that as a sign he’s guilty, and that now he’s being punished. Now, because his family was a weaker one and also one that was “guilty” of murder, fights started between Otzi’s and his rivals. Otzi’s son was killed in one of these fights and that started a non-stop fight. Otzi only forgave and just wanted to live a peaceful life. To his disappointment, fires were started in Otzi’s house. Then his crops and livestock were taken and set ablaze. Otzi is now a homeless, ill, and a suffering man. His family faced worse as more people were killed and similar persecution occurred to anyone who might be allies of Otzi. Otzi was spared his life because he was more trustworthy, but others disagreed. As Otzi’s rivals grew more in power they said that anyone who sided with Otzi would be treated the same as them. That helped stopped most of Otzi’s support.

Then, someone came and tried to kill Otzi with a dagger. Otzi moved in time and it only sliced his hand. Then he pushed the man into a wall, hard, knocking him out. Some bystanders saw this, and so did his enemies. They yelled “Quick! Otzi’s trying to kill someone!” and news quickly spread. Otzi hearing this and knowing he would be killed without a fair trial, quickly packed his unfinished bow, arrows, ax, and dagger. Otzi put some overcoats on and ran out quickly. He bumped into a storage of grain, raining him in grain and some pollen too. He regained his feet and ran towards his door. He ran out the village as fast as he could with him being ill while trying to stay hidden. His stomach ached as he stumbled along. 

After he was out of the village, he slowed down and headed towards the mountains. Most His family went up and over this particular mountain looking for another village outside of their enemies rule and influence. He stopped every now and then to rest. He picked up some of the grains on him and ate them. He wasn’t sure if he was safe, so he had to finish his bow and arrows. As he neared a small clearing, he stopped to rest for the night. He made a fire and gathered materials for his bow making and also some medical materials for his hand. He saw a goat and quickly shot it in the shoulder. The goat died quickly and now he had food.

The next day, he decided to go around a large forested area ahead. He would go down the mountain, but he would quickly go back to the right way afterward and start ascending the mountain again. He tried not long afterward from his unknown illness and sat down in a hollow. It was about midday and he needed some water and food. He was constructing a backpack to help carry his stuff and chewing on some deer meat. Then suddenly he felt a jolting pain in his shoulder. He turned around and saw the arrow in his shoulder and one of his enemies, a man, or a boy? Maybe the leader of his enemies? He couldn’t tell who his attacker is. Otzi, knowing he would die, closed his eyes and stayed calm. He felt his heart beating hard, intense bleeding from his shoulder, and soon, Otzi fainted. He stumbled down and hit the back of his head hard on a rock, and took his last breath. 

Thousands of years later, he would be found and only part of who he is and how he died will be discovered. Also known as the Iceman he would be wildly unexplainable because of how old the preserved body is.

The End???

(Yes it is)

Otzi’s Journey

Otzi’s  journey began in Southern  Italy.  When he was home he told his family that he was going to the mountains to see what is on top of the mountains. Otzi was a short little person, but very strong and smart. For his time he loved to hunt. He always had a copper axe with him and a flint knife. He had brown hair and was very tan. He always had splinters on his hands from using his bow and copper axe. He wanted to go because he had heard stories about it and how it was so cold that no one made it back. But Otzi thought that he can make it back. So then Otzi took off he first grabbed his tools he brought his copper axe, his bow, his arrows, and his flint knife. He first got a compass and knew that he had to head North. So he started to head North. On the first day he only walked he did not rest until it was night he then rest he built a tent and started a campfire and slept. Then the next day he kept on walking then he got hungry so then he got his bow and started to wait for a little while and saw a dear the deer was big and juicy.

So then he pulled back his bow and got the deer into his sights and let go of the string on the bow and  it hit the deer. He ate the deer raw, then he kept on walking for days and days until he got to Northern Italy and then he was heading to go up on the mountains. He passed a village one of the villagers asked where are you going? And he said “I am going to the top of the mountains. The villager said that “No one ever came back who ever went up that mountain. The village says that there is a man who protects that mountain and if anyone tries to reach the top he will kill you.”

 Then Otzi said “Thank you for telling mean I will make back down though without being dead.” So then Otzi began his journey up the mountain he began to get hungry climbing up the mountain. So then he set up a trap and a fire for the night.  Then the next day he caught a animal it was a Alpine Marriott he got his copper axe and hit the animal. He then ate the animal.  Then Otzi kept on walking and it got into a snow storm it was hard to get through it you could not see or hear anything but, Otzi still kept on walking then the storm cleared  Otzi kept on walking then he saw the man the villagers talked to him about. Otzi ran until he could not see that man anymore.

Then Otzi kept on walking and he was getting closer and closer by each step to the top. So then Otzi began to reach the top and then he made it to the top then he got his foot stuck in one of the rocks. So then Otzi began to pull his foot out of the rocks to get to the top. So then Otzi got his foot free and kept on walking. Then he finally made it to the top. He said “ It was like looking into Heaven.” So then Otzi was coming down and stayed to rest at a ledge. Then the next day he was going back down and then a silent sound went right past his ear it was faster than lighting! Then he saw his ear cut and bleeding. Then he jumped down and broke his leg trying to land. Then he tried to run and run but more and more pain just came to his body. Then he tripped on a rock and dropped some of his items so then, Otzi got his bow and started to shoot the bow at random places and then he ran out of arrows so he threw his bow. Then he tried to throw his knife. Then he ran out of stuff to through then he tried to crawl when Otzi was crawling he thought “I should have just turned around and went home.”, but then a arrow got into the back of his head.  This is how Otzi died this is the end of his story of his life of how he died.