POV: It’s the morning of May 1291, you stare out the window as the sound of swords clashing fills the air. A light rain falls from the grey skies and the banner of Islam flows from the horses stampeding toward the city. Black smoke covers the skies; The Holy Land was under siege.

Tens of thousands of Muslim troops surround the city walls of Acre. Hundred pound boulders crash down onto the stonebuildings. The booming of the war drums ring through the morning air, and the archers let loose hundreds of arrows falling upon the crusaders like heavy rain

A loud bang thunders through the city; The Muslims broke the gates of Northern Palestine

You watch as the master of the Templars is wounded from a spear, and the head of the Hospitallers is stabbed in his shoulders. The Christian army panics as their leaders fall one by one..

The cries of the Frankish and Muslim warriors envelop the city as the streets turn to blood

You see the Frankish soldiers falling from the swords of the Islamic army. The cheers of it’s warriors sounded through the city; Acre has fallen, and the Kingdom of Jerusalem was Islam’s.