Descriptosaurus - Myths & Legends
Descriptosaurus - Myths & Legends
Descriptosaurus - Myths & Legends
Alison Wilcox
First published 2016
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Acknowledgements
Introduction
Key elements
Openings
Warning of danger to come
The ticking clock
A decision/plan
Too close for comfort
Don’t do it!
2 Objects
Objects
Guidance
Protection
Escape
Weapons/attack
3 The journey
4 Mountains
Setting
Interaction
Reaction
5 Forests
Setting
Interaction
Reaction
6 Caves
Setting
Interaction
Reaction
7 Ruined cities
Setting
Interaction
Reaction
8 Castles
Setting
Interaction
Reaction
9 Storms
Part 3: Creatures
10 Parts, size and shape
11 Head
12 Eyes
Wings
Tails
Smell
Sound
16 Habitat
17 Movement
18 Weapons/attack
Interaction
Reaction
My name might be on the front cover, but to complete this book took the help
and support of a great many people. Without the unerring belief and support of
my family and friends, I might never have reached the finishing line. Thanks to
Andrew, Robert and Kitty for their patience and understanding; to my loyal black
labradors, Alfie and Monty; to my wonderful parents, Ann and John, and to my
friends, Gail and Jinny.
Bruce Roberts at Routledge has been the mastermind behind the
Descriptosaurus series, and as always, I owe him an immense gratitude for his
wise words, guidance and support. Sarah Richardson’s efforts have been tireless
and I am extremely grateful for her input and support.
Maggie Lindsey-Jones and her team at Keystroke have been exceptional.
The work of the National Literacy Trust is absolutely essential in helping to
raise standards in literacy and their involvement was vital in creating the
momentum to get the project started.
To Katie and Tom. I hope you enjoy reading about your adventures!
Introduction
Background
As part of the process, the National Literacy Trust analysed the genres children
chose in their descriptive pieces. It is important that children are given the
opportunity to develop their interests and passions. To ensure that children are
engaged and enthused with creative writing, it is vital that they are, where
possible, given a choice. The four genres that stood out as by far the most popular
were: ghost stories; adventure; fantasy; and myths and legends, which is why we
have decided to concentrate on these four areas.
The original research and model for Descriptosaurus arose as a result of
teaching a unit on myths and legends. There was a wealth of resources to spark
the pupils’ creativity, and the texts were a treasure trove of excellent descriptive
vocabulary and the use of figurative language. As the pupils’ knowledge of the
plots, themes, structures, characters and creatures became familiar, the ideas for
using the formula and stories to create their own myths and legends became
more and more imaginative. However, it soon became clear that when tackling
the written task, the pupils’ imaginations were being stifled by a lack of
descriptive vocabulary to transfer the images and scenes to paper. Giving the
pupils a wealth of vocabulary and descriptive tools to draw from, not only
improved the quality of their writing, but unleashed some formidable
imaginations.
S/C-I-R: Setting/Character, Interaction,
Reaction
Often pupils’ action scenes are just a list of various actions, with no description of
the setting, other characters or emotions. I have seen excellent descriptions of
settings, but the character(s) does not move (interact) through the setting. They
are disjointed pieces of description. I have, therefore, been experimenting with a
new system, which I have called S/C-I-R, which has resulted in cinematic writing
of an exceptional standard.
The resulting work has described the setting, moved the character through the
setting, and described their reactions to what they see or the events in which they
are involved. A model of S/C-I-R is included at the beginning of each chapter.
Contextualised Grammar Learning
Giving the class three sentences all starting with pronouns, and setting them
the challenge of using different ways to open their sentences.
Asking them to use the three sentences to produce a paragraph of five or
more sentences.
Blending the sentences, but changing them into the first person and present
tense.
Planning and Editing
The age-old problem of ineffective planning and cursory editing still remains. To
aid in this process, I have included a section in the Appendix on the structure and
planning of a myth and legend, breaking it down into manageable parts. A plot
planning sheet is also included in the Appendix, as is a planning sheet to collect
ideas about the hero’s special object. Developing a habit of using a planning sheet
to brainstorm ideas will, as we all know, greatly enhance the final piece of text.
Hopefully, the structure of the planning sheets will also aid in the structure of the
story.
To help with the development of strong characterisation, I have also included a
planning sheet for a hero and a creature.
To combat cursory editing, planning sheets are provided for object, setting and
suspense. If phrases and sentences are collected for Setting, Interaction and
Reaction for each of the scenes, and the process of blending, altering, reducing,
practised in warm-up activities, is used, hopefully the editing will become more
focused and effective.
Non-Fiction
Myths and legends are already used in many schools as a focus for a lengthy unit,
which includes many and varied non-fiction tasks. Other ideas could include:
I have had so much fun writing this book, it has been hard to stay focused on the
brief, as I constantly found myself writing lengthy action scenes, which expanded
into short stories. I hope all those who use Descriptosaurus: Myths & Legends
enjoy using it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Alison Wilcox
Key elements
History
Myths are the oldest of all story forms and are to be found in many different
world cultures. They originate from a time when people relied on oral story-
telling to explain natural events, to answer questions about origins and creation,
about life and death, to teach important values and virtues, as well as to
entertain. Many have cultural importance, as they are a source of knowledge
about the way of life of ancient civilisations – their history, beliefs and values.
Legends are also a source of historical information about what people believed
and the way they lived, but unlike myths, although they are not entirely true,
they have a historical stimulus and are based on a real event, person or place. In
legends, the focus is on the adventure plot rather than the message.
There are many different types of myths, but hero myths are most like legends,
and this book is, therefore, based on hero myths. For example, in the tales from
ancient Greece, heroes had a central role – undertaking challenging quests and
embarking on dangerous voyages. As with legends, they illustrate the importance
of courage, with the hero battling against impossible odds, taking part in battles,
tackling terrible creatures. They remain very popular today, and many modern-
day fantasy stories have their roots in myths and legends – for example, the
popular Percy Jackson series.
Form of Entertainment
The success of myths and legends lies in their ability to educate, inform and
entertain. They provide a sense of excitement, action and suspense, by
transporting the reader into a new, exciting world where there are strange
creatures and supernatural powers.
A hero myth or legend needs a hero that the reader wants to follow, and who is
capable of accomplishing awe-inspiring feats. (For ease, I have referred to the
hero (he), rather than alternating between hero/heroine.) He should essentially be:
brave and clever and either have supernatural powers, or a special object,
talent or assistance that gives him enhanced powers or skills.
It is also important that the hero develops or changes in some way as a result of
his experiences.
Descriptions of heroes are not included in this book as the periods in which the
myths or legends could be set range from ancient Greece and the Middle Ages to
the modern day and it would be impossible to provide specific, detailed
vocabulary and ideas in the limited space available.
B. The Villain
Opposites often occur in myths and legends, so if the hero is good and brave, he
needs a villain to fight who is the opposite. The villain can be (a) human, (b) a
creature, or (c) both, and is usually:
As the villain could be a human or a creature, for ease, the term ‘villain’ (and
‘he’) has been used to refer to both.
It is possible that the enemy and hero share the same goal. It is their motive
that is different. The creature may be controlled by a villain or simply terrorising
an area, island, forest, mountain, cave, sea.
Make sure there is a good reason for making the journey or being in the
setting. The consequences of failure must be so severe that the reader is aware
that there is no going back and that the hero will have to face the many obstacles
and dangers along the way until he reaches the end.
D. A Dangerous Journey
against the elements, such as a storm on land, sea, hurricanes, floods, fire
and explosions, or hideous creatures, e.g. sea monsters that block his path
across the sea; a nine-headed serpent that inhabits a mountain cave; a fire-
breathing lion that prevents passage through a forest.
E. Sinister, Dangerous Setting
There may be a number of settings as the hero travels to his final destination,
overcoming obstacles and evading the main villain. In a myth or legend, the hero
has to overcome a number of obstacles, which may all occur in different settings
until he reaches his ultimate challenge.
Key points
3. Be descriptive
Use figurative language such as similes and metaphors. Some chapters have
ideas for similes and metaphors included in the word section.
As he touched the handle of the hammer, he felt the metal grow warm in his
hand and lightning sparked along its length. Above him, a hole opened in the
clouds – a swirling vortex of black and silver and an immense dazzling, guillotine
blade of lightning streaked across the sky and flooded the land. Around him, the
wind whirled up in strange clouds, flurrying and swirling, until it had grown to a
thing of force and fury, crashing and howling, darkening the air with billowing
clouds of dust.
Add detail and description to paint a picture in the reader’s mind. Giving a
setting an atmosphere is more than stating that, It was dark. For example, adding
more descriptive detail could give you:
The whole world suddenly seemed unnaturally dark, as if it had been drained of
all light before the onset of a terrible storm. She looked up to see a gigantic bank
of dark cloud that hadn’t been there moments before.
F. Suspense
Chapter 1: Hooks to build interest and tension includes a number of ideas and
sentences on how to create suspense and give a hint to the reader of the danger to
come, or that the danger is getting closer.
(a) Entering the danger zone – what’s lurking in the cave, at the top of the
mountain, behind the shattered pillars in the ruined city?
(b) Feeling of being followed/watched.
(c) Fear of discovery in a hiding place as footsteps/voices, hisses/growls get
closer; branches snap nearby.
Examples:
She heard the shuffle of footsteps, the scrape of metal. Silence. A shadow
loomed over her. She dropped to her knees. Silhouetted in the trees was…
Varying the length of the words, sentences and paragraphs to increase the
pace and tension:
Show how the hero reacts to events, setting, villain, challenges, etc. The basic rule
is the same as in any other genre – ‘SHOW NOT TELL’.
(A) Reaction
Describing how a character reacts to events in the setting brings the scene to life
for the reader and enables them to empathise with the character’s situation and
to root for the hero. For example:
He was terrified as he heard her demonic cackle… she had returned.
This tells the reader that the character is terrified, but does not show how the
character reacts to the situation.
Instead describe:
For example, the same situation could be expanded to describe the character’s
reaction to the demonic cackle.
An explosion of adrenalin surged through his body as he heard the demonic cackle… she had returned.
He searched the shadows between the trees. Scrambling to his feet, he began to move. He glanced back
and froze. She was right behind him.
The next few seconds unfolded in horrifying slow motion, as her black cloak spread, wings sprouted
from her shoulders and her nose stretched into a sharp beak. Flapping her wings, she flew into the trees
and circled above his head, transformed into a raven.
Note: The hero will experience many emotions during his adventure, but for
the purposes of this book, the reactions for each section have been limited to
mainly fear, anger and determination, as these are the common emotions
that you would expect the hero to feel whilst he is overcoming his
challenges and completing his quest.
(B) Interaction
To add a cinematic quality to your writing, it is essential that the action scenes
include a description of the character’s movements as he reacts to the events, to
the villain, and moves through the setting. The character may:
Apart from enabling the reader to visualise the characters’ movements, their
interaction is a signpost to the reader of the degree of danger and the closeness of
the threat. For example:
She crouched on the ground. She was terrified of raising her head.
She darted and dodged around the pillars. Blundering and slipping on the gravel and stones, she ran for
the wall, pushed off the ground, lunged for the ledge and frantically scrabbled for a grip to pull herself
up. She had almost hauled herself over the top when her foot slipped and stones cascaded beneath her
feet.
Part 1
The setting
1
Hooks to build interest and tension
Note: Apart from aiding the flow of your writing, this chapter can also be
used to stimulate quick, brainstorming activities to get your creative juices
flowing by asking the questions – Why? How? When? Where? Who? What
happened? It is amazing how many stories can be created as a result of these
quick activities.
Openings
There was something strange about the hammer – she could feel it – sense
something, a presence.
He would remember this moment later. He would remember the excitement
about finding the spear. Then, everything was normal and he had been
unaware of the approaching danger.
From that moment on, peace had been a brief, fragile thing doomed to
shatter; the only question was when and where.
When he looked at the rippling reflection in the mirror, although he had no
idea what it meant, he could sense that it was a warning. Warning him to
get away while he still could.
He could sense the danger prickling down his spine. Every night since he
had found the orb, he had dreamed of being pursued, chased by a menacing
presence closing in around him, lurking in the background, but which he
could never see. He didn’t know how to put his unease into words as he
didn’t know what it was he feared.
She woke shivering with a sense of foreboding, a premonition of doom
hanging over her, as if her dreams foreshadowed terrible events to come.
Frantically, she checked her neck to make sure that the locket was still there.
Sometimes, she wished she could just forget what she knew. Forget the day
she had first learned about her powers.
He lay awake night after night, heart filled with dread; he knew he had to
make the most difficult decision of his life.
It was days later that he would remember that moment.
They were nervous days while she waited for him to return. She knew that
she had taken a step towards something sinister and there was no going
back. Not now.
As he saw the air shimmering around the stone, he knew that the time had
come, and he was terrified of what lay ahead.
Nowhere was safe any more.
He was shaken to the core by what he had just witnessed.
How different things would have been if she had never found the…
He shouldn’t have followed them, or listened to their conversation. That was
when everything started to go wrong. If he had known what would happen,
he would have run the other way.
Warning of Danger to Come
He sensed that something was wrong here. Very wrong. Why had he come?
Was it too late to turn back?
As she entered the forest, she looked up at the dark shadows between the
trees and got the weirdest feeling; a feeling of unease and a sense of a
threatening, malignant presence.
As soon as he had stepped into the city, an eerie sensation had enveloped
him and would not go away. At night, in particular, he felt very uneasy. The
feeling was getting stronger by the day. It was like the ruins were watching,
waiting, biding their time.
As soon as he had entered the castle, he’d been fighting an underlying sense
of panic and as night approached and the shadows lengthened, the castle
suddenly felt full of dark secrets.
He couldn’t shake off a sense of unease, a vague feeling that something was
wrong, that he shouldn’t have come.
She was safe for now.
On the fourth day of his journey, events took a different turn.
A horrible suspicion started building inside her.
There was something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, something
different, something not quite right.
A dreadful sense of misgiving began to creep over him, like the chill of a
cold breeze.
He had all at once a dreadful, surging conviction of disaster hovering
around the corner.
She felt that she was caught in a maze without end, and round every corner
lurked hideous monsters waiting to pounce.
He had a sinking feeling in his stomach about what lay ahead. Something
bad was about to happen and there was no way of escaping it.
He still couldn’t be sure that he was doing the right thing. There were too
many things that could go horribly wrong.
It was only just the beginning of a new chapter of dangers. All day she had
been haunted by the feeling that something was coming; something of
which she should be very afraid; something that was hunting her down.
She tried to make sense of what she had heard. And as the truth dawned on
her, she began to shake.
He began to feel cold. Icy dread prickled his neck, warning him that danger
was near.
He had seen and heard enough to know that he was in grave danger.
Out of nowhere, the hairs on his neck rose.
Halfway through the forest everything went wrong.
He had sensed something dark moving in the shadows, waiting for them,
and now he knew what. There was no way of warning her what lay in wait;
that she was escaping one nightmare and about to land in the middle of
another.
He had a feeling he was delivering himself into a trap, but nothing could
have prepared him for what he met around the next corner.
All was still as death and dark as the grave.
It was very quiet. Too quiet!
The night had been silent and now even the dawn chorus was still.
When the breeze stopped, everything went very still and the forest became
unnaturally quiet.
Then there was silence. Even the wind seemed to have died down.
It suddenly seemed frighteningly quiet. The air was charged with tension.
There were all sorts of noises. They were probably nothing, but they
reminded him that he had no right to be there.
Every instinct in his body warned him that he was entering dangerous
territory.
An owl hooted and swept by on silent white wings.
A scream from above caused his pulse to race. It was nothing more than a
rook in the branches of a tree behind him.
The wind howled. Great swirling gusts, relentless like an army of screaming
banshees.
Shadows spread and lengthened. Their fear grew as night fell. Fear of the
unknown. Fear of what lurked in the dark.
Twilight was closing in and she felt very uneasy.
The last glowing embers of the fire slid into darkness.
The shadows were now merging into one another, and the ground was
being cloaked in the first shade of grey, heralding the night to come.
It was dark with only flitting glimpses of the moon to keep them company.
The mist came in with the tide, smothering everything like a giant fleece.
He wandered like a ghost through the mist, guided by the murmuring of the
river.
The night wind swept over them, whispering through the trees, shaping the
mists into ghostly figures that flung flickering shadows in front of them.
The Ticking Clock
His plan would buy him a few hours and nothing more.
When he opened his eyes, he guessed that a few hours must have passed. It
was enough. It was time to make his move.
He counted the time by the pace of the shadows creeping slowly across the
ground.
The hours dragged past.
The minutes seemed to crawl.
Tension mounted with every hour that passed.
The seconds ticked away, agonisingly slowly. It seemed to be taking forever.
An hour passed, and then another, and after a while…
In the long, agonising moments that followed…
It was late evening when it finally happened.
The next few minutes were going to be vital.
Time was of the essence.
He had less than a second to make a decision.
It was too late to turn back now.
There was no time to worry. No time to think. He had to act now. Time had
run out.
She knew she didn’t have long to act. It had to be soon.
He had only a second in which to act.
In the single instant that it took her to glance down…
The next seconds unfolded in horrifying slow motion.
The clock was ticking down.
She couldn’t afford to wait any longer.
He could feel the seconds ticking away.
He knew they were running out of time. They might be too late.
If he had arrived too late, everything he had been through had been for
nothing.
For fatal seconds, they stared, unable to think or move. And as they faltered,
the jaws of the trap closed around them.
They weren’t going to make it in time.
But he was too late, far too late.
He was too slow and one second too late before the gates slammed shut.
A Decision/Plan
He knew his next move would be crucial. He ran through his options.
The thirst to know as much as possible grew with each passing day.
Over the next few days she concocted numerous plans and dismissed them
all until suddenly all the details clicked into place.
His rescue plan relied on stealth, cunning and a great deal of luck.
He felt hopeless, but going back would be admitting defeat. It was time to
fight back.
It was an impossible task, but he refused to admit defeat.
He was about to give up hope when…
All the pieces were fitting together. She was beginning to form a plan.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he had an idea. He knew what he needed to do
next and he knew he was taking a huge risk. But he had no other choice.
It was then that she knew what she had to do. There was nothing left to
lose.
This was the moment he had been waiting for. He knew that the greatest
trial of his life was approaching, but he had come too far to turn back now.
She was convinced that they had reached yet another dead end. Suddenly, a
light flashed in her head; a searchlight cutting through the dark maze. A jolt
of memory as his words came flooding back to her.
Somewhere, buried deep in her memory, she had a feeling she should know
what she had to do next; that she had been given some clue.
She felt there was an answer there – a vital piece of information she needed.
Then came an incredible piece of luck.
It was all beginning to make sense at last.
With a jolt like an electric shock, he finally understood.
In a split second, he realised what was happening.
Just when he was thinking of giving up…
Too Close for Comfort
That had been close, too close. If he had been caught it would have all been
over for him.
She realised her mistake too late.
The sound of footsteps behind her was all the warning she had.
The footsteps were louder. Another roar… only seconds away.
At that moment, she heard footsteps outside the door.
Any second now, they would be discovered.
The hooves seemed to be moving away from where he was concealed, but
then, in a moment of utter terror, he heard voices behind him. They had
dismounted and circled round and were now on his side of the track.
The footsteps were growing louder and getting closer. He could hear the
squeak of boot leather, the clank of a sword.
As he crouched in the ditch, he could hear the voices of the men close by in
the shadows ahead of him.
Behind him, the soldiers were calling softly to each other.
Suddenly, the breeze carried the murmur of her name.
He was over halfway when the sound of voices alerted him to danger.
He heard a voice whispering in the room, and he was aware that there was
someone or something – standing very close to him.
Then she heard something nearby, the slightest catch of breath.
Nearer and nearer they came until he could smell their rancid breath.
The squawks behind him grew louder and closer.
A noise close behind him made him turn.
It was a very soft thud, barely audible even in the absolute silence.
He became aware of faint, muffled sounds of movement.
Then he heard a sound – the quiet, stealthy sound of someone or something
moving.
A flicker of sound from the darkness caught her ear.
Just then she heard something. She was on her feet immediately, crouching
down. She heard another sound. The crack of a branch breaking, then
another, and another. Someone or something was moving very fast through
the forest towards them.
He had already turned away and didn’t notice the slight rise and fall of its
chest, the brief twitching of its fingers.
Don’t Do It!
It was as if she was being pulled into something dark and dangerous by a
hand she couldn’t see, couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.
There was no reason why she was so desperate to go to the ruined city; she
just knew she had to. It was as if she was being drawn by an invisible force.
Despite her fear, she was seized with an urgent need to enter the cave.
Something urged him on. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to get
out. But before he knew what he was doing, his legs seemed to move of their
own accord.
She didn’t want to look but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
The cave summoned him like a dark, unblinking eye.
Gripped by an urge to turn and run, he knew he couldn’t. It was like an
invisible thread was pulling him towards the mountain.
2
Objects
The S/C-I-R Structure
He thrust the golden trident into the air. He was not sure what he expected, so
he was ready for anything. He waited, scanning the sky, the sea, the surface of
the waves. Suddenly, he caught sight of a dark mass on the horizon… a huge
wave a long way off, but getting bigger and bigger, rising higher and higher as it
thundered nearer, rising in an arch as it moved very fast towards him.
For a brief moment, the sight of the wave made his heart pound in his
chest. He could not help looking into the dark, yawning entrance in the
middle of the wave and wondering what he would find when he entered its
gloomy depths.
As he watched the wave break into a roar of boiling foam, he braced himself. It
swirled and seethed, crashed onto the rock. He was lifted off his feet like a rag
doll and dragged under the surface of the water.
Tips
A magical object would help the hero complete his quest by giving him special
powers to:
1. Seek guidance
2. Protect himself
3. Escape
4. Attack/destroy an enemy.
In modern spy and adventure stories, inventions – such as a pen that can shoot
darts, or chewing gum that blows apart locks – assist heroes. In your myth or
legend, any object can be turned into a magical item to assist the hero. For
example:
Section 1 - Objects
Words
A heart-shaped locket
An enchanted, gold, jewel-encrusted bracelet
A diamond like a huge, almond-shaped eye
Glittering crystal of blue topaz
Large, ruby-red pommel-stone
Large fob watch
Small, iron key with a rounded head like a shamrock
White, silk cloak
Leather sandals
Metal belt
A large, leather belt with a golden buckle
A golden bowl
Small, golden sickle
Enamel dragons
Wooden box
Rusty hinges of the false bottom
A thick, leather-bound book
Mystical symbols and mysterious runes on the cover
Black mirror
Oak frame
Severed hand of a hanged murderer
Silver rope as strong as a steel-linked chain
Golden whip
Metal of the steel fire rod
Crooked, bronze staff about the size of a man
Long, wooden shaft
Double-edged, crystal sword of the Pendragon
Small dagger with a glass blade
Thin, sharp blade
Bronze helmet
Curved horns
Like a huge, metal brick on the end of the hammer
A metal plate like a sharp blade
Image of Thor
Green mist
Fingers of fire
Phrases – Verbs
The large fob watch was protected by a silver casing and, instead of figures, the
outer circle was lined with weather symbols.
Inside, he found a golden bowl with a small, golden sickle attached to the rim.
A green mist rose from the china bowl, slid down the side and over the dragons
that had been engraved around the base.
The wooden box was embedded with pearls and gold leaf; the lid carved with
elaborate floral patterns. The rusty hinges of the false bottom creaked as it slid
open to reveal a tray containing…
The thick book was bound in black leather with mystical symbols and mysterious
runes on the cover.
The crooked, bronze staff was about the size of a man, and towered above him.
She twirled the rosewood wand slowly in the air, and as she did so, the runes
carved around it lit up with an eerie glow.
The black mirror, set in an oak frame, had sets of keys carved around the sides. It
hung like a shimmering eye beside the door and cast a warped reflection into the
hall.
The metal of the steel fire rod felt cold in his hand, but he knew that it could melt
any lock.
The severed hand of a hanged murderer had been dipped in wax. Each finger
hissed and spat as he lit them.
The golden whip wrapped around her arm like a serpent.
The double-edged, crystal sword of the Pendragon burnt with a blue fire.
A glittering crystal of blue topaz had been set in the pommel of the sword.
A large, red pommel-stone was set into the top of the hilt.
The small dagger with a glass blade sparkled with a purple haze when held up to
the light.
The white silk of the cloak shimmered as he wrapped it around his shoulders.
Fingers of fire blazed down the blade so that the words and symbols etched into
the side glowed.
The metal belt glinted in the sun as it shone on the curved plates of metal which
had been welded together as links. In each plate runic symbols had been etched.
The image of Thor clutching his hammer shone from the enormous buckle.
Only his eyes were visible in the bronze helmet which covered his entire head. A
metal plate like a sharp blade covered the nose. Curved horns protruded from
each side.
He stared at the huge metal brick on the end of the hammer. It would be
impossible for him to lift it, let alone wield it as a weapon.
Slowly, the hammer started to shrink until it was small enough for him to hold in
his hand. Taking hold of the looped, leather lanyard he lifted the hammer and
hung it around his neck.
Section 2 - Guidance
Words
In front of him…
From somewhere in front of them
In the middle of the scroll
From his leather pouch
Ring on his finger
Huge, bronze-bound book
Silver rope
Smooth bones slightly longer than a finger
A ball of light
Orbs of light
Small globes of rainbow light
Surface of the glass
Smooth surface of the lake
A reflection in the surface
A huge castle like a mailed fist
Trees, hills and mountains
Waterfall like a huge curtain of shimmering silver
Paradise island
Sugar-white beach
Brilliant turquoise lagoon
Mouth of a cave
Symbol of the tree of life
Scent of incense
Husky voice
Phrases – Verbs
The ring on his finger blazed like a candle to light the way.
Flames danced along his fingertips casting enough light for them to find their
way around the cavern.
He took a handful of the powder from his leather pouch, sprinkled it into the
bronze mortar, and flames hissed upwards, filling the room with light.
As he walked in a circle, he cast salt mixed with dragon dust to summon the
gnome.
A mist came out of nowhere, filling the room. From somewhere in front of them,
a husky voice whispered in an ancient language.
At first, she saw only her reflection, then the surface rippled and where her
reflection had been instead she saw the image of the ruined city.
He reached out and touched the frame, concentrating on visualising the place.
The surface of the glass shimmered and rippled. Very gradually the image started
to take shape from a shadowy outline until he could hear sounds and the scene
came to life.
The glass misted up and suddenly he could see what was going on outside the
cave, unseen but watching.
His eyes were drawn into the surface of the mirror as the shadowy outline began
to take shape and he could clearly see a huge castle thrusting like a mailed fist
out of a forest.
The surface of the lake rippled as the breeze drifted through the air over it. A
reflection in the surface caught his attention.
Trees, hills and mountains rose up from the scroll, and in the middle was the
mouth of a cave.
In front of him was a huge, bronze-bound book. When he touched the cover the
pages flicked open with a dry crackle and released the smell of dust and decay.
Eventually, they stopped at a map of the dwarf kingdom.
The manuscript was stamped with a heavy, black seal like a bow and arrow.
The silver rope quivered under his feet as it uncoiled and stretched into a
shimmering ribbon like a road that ran from his feet far into the distance and
over the hills.
The scent of incense was heavy in the air. The symbol of the tree of life sat on the
table at his side. The smooth bones were slightly longer than a finger. He held a
handful between his palms, shook them and then tossed them onto the mat of
animal hide.
Section 3 - Protection
Words
In moments…
Tiny, silver whistle
Small, curved wooden horn
Dark, scaly acacia pole
Battered snake-skin tube with a thick wax stopper
Scales of the wyvern’s wings
Blue glow
Like powerful waves of energy
Phrases – Verbs
She put the tiny, silver whistle to her lips and blew a shrill note that would only
carry to the Lady of the Lake.
She took a deep breath, raised the small, curved wooden horn to her lips and
blew one clear note that echoed across the lake.
He gripped the dark, scaly acacia pole that was meant to ward off evil.
He had been given a battered snake-skin tube with a thick wax stopper, but he
had no idea what it contained, other than he was to open it when he needed help.
He flung up an invisible shield of blue energy high and wide enough to protect
them. The spears clattered harmlessly against his invisible shield, sizzling into the
barrier but going no further. The soldiers glimpsed nothing more than a ripple in
the air.
The room was becoming obscured by a blanket of fog that started swirling
around her feet and gradually obscured her from view.
He let a few drops of blood fall into the water, and swirled the mixture with the
phoenix feather. After he had drunk the liquid, he could move with almost
blinding speed. When an arrow flashed towards him, he caught it in mid-air.
She took the scales of the wyvern’s wings, ground them into powder and added
some water. As the liquid flowed down her throat, she could feel it surging
through her veins, and when she opened her eyes it was as though she was
looking through a pair of binoculars. She had been granted the sight of an eagle.
She could see every feature, every detail of the rocks miles in the distance.
As he buckled on the belt, he felt something stirring inside him, like powerful
waves rippling through his veins, setting every nerve on fire and vibrating
through every sinew as strength flooded his body.
A blue glow consumed him, and in moments his wounds appeared to be healed –
the cuts disappeared and the bruises vanished.
The juice was bitter and stung her throat as she swallowed it. She could feel it
scorching through her veins as it flowed to heal her ribs.
Section 4 - Escape
Words
Taking the phoenix feather in his hand, he arched his back and stretched. Two
wings, like those of a huge eagle, sprang from the neck of his cloak. He beat his
wings, felt a force lift him up off the ground, and he rose into the air. His whole
body felt like it was floating.
As she held up her hands, she realised that they were fuzzy and indistinct, and
she could no longer see her own feet.
It was now possible to see the trees through his body. Then, all at once, he was
gone.
She walked right past the guards and not one of them so much as moved in her
direction.
The mist engulfed him as the air shimmered and then went black.
It was like vanishing behind a curtain of cascading water as the silvery haze
swallowed her and she vanished in a faint shimmer.
A breeze gusted around him, tugging at his hair. His cheeks pulled back like
rubber and his eyes streamed.
As she stood with her arms outstretched, all around her the trees swirled as if
caught inside a slow whirlwind. A current of air lifted her off the ground.
Clasping her hands above her head, she began to spin, faster and faster until she
was no more than a blur. Then she was gone.
The mirror had been transformed into a portal door. It would work as long as it
was not cracked. He climbed into the mirror into the shadows beyond.
The solid brick surface rippled and a tunnel appeared ahead of him.
In front of him, a red circle appeared which grew larger, creating a portal into
which he disappeared.
In front of him was a massive swirling rectangle of whirling air and then
nothing.
She bounded down the cliff with impossible agility, finding tiny footholds no
bigger than coins, dodging rocks that plunged towards her.
Section 5 - Weapons/Attack
Words
Above him…
Severed hand of a hanged murderer
Only he, as the bearer of the hand…
A large spear, like an arrow-headed pronged fork
Pointed quill
A bolt of white light
Bright, red bolts
Piercing light
An icy light
Blue ball of electricity
An electric current
Swirling vortex of black and silver
An immense dazzling, guillotine blade of lightning
A wall of force
Ropes of flames
Tendrils of fire
Pillars of smoke
A stream of water
Curling spout of water
A huge wave a long way off
Massive, hideous, unstoppable wall of water
Deafening crack
Frozen in time and motion like statues
Phrases – Verbs
He waited patiently, knowing that soon everyone in the building would be put
into a deep sleep that would last until he blew out the wax fingers. Only he, as
the bearer of the hand, would not be affected.
She twirled the wand slowly in the air and ropes of flames shot from the end.
Within moments, pillars of smoke filled the room.
She held the staff upright, stabbed it into the ground. It began to glow white-hot.
A stream of water appeared in the air, moving in a downward arc towards the
encampment.
As he pointed the trident at the water, it came to life, bubbling and thrashing,
and a curling spout of water moved upwards.
It was like throwing a firework into the room. It snapped against the wall and
threw up a shower of sparks, creating a pungent cloud of smoke.
A blue ball of electricity appeared in his hand and he threw it towards the beast.
It exploded into razor-sharp fragments of blinding white light that flew across the
cave, hitting the beast like tiny barbed arrows of lightning.
Holding the length of leather in his hand, he carefully tied knots down its length.
As he finished tying the last knot, the wind grew stronger, whirling up in strange
clouds, flurrying and swirling, until it had grown to a thing of force and fury,
darkening the air with billowing clouds of dust.
As he touched the handle of the hammer, he felt the metal grow warm in his
hand and lightning sparked along its length. Above him, a hole opened in the
clouds – a swirling vortex of black and silver – and an immense dazzling,
guillotine blade of lightning streaked across the sky and flooded the land.
The quill was pointed and sharp enough to pierce a man’s skin.
Bright blue bolts shot from her hands, striking the ground at their feet.
As he slammed the staff into the ground, it shuddered with a crack of thunder. It
felt as if the ground beneath his feet was being ripped apart.
As he thrust it skywards, the orb lit up with an icy flame and a piercing light
flooded the room.
As he lifted the golden trident, he could see a dark mass on the horizon… a huge
wave a long way off, but getting bigger and bigger, rising higher and higher as it
thundered nearer, rising in an arch as it moved very fast towards the ships. It was
massive, hideous, unstoppable. When it broke into a roar of boiling foam, it
swirled and seethed around the ships, pummelling and tossing them with its
brutal power, threatening to bury them in a watery grave.
They were frozen in time and motion, like statues standing stiff and still.
He was lifted off his feet like a rag doll and blown across the room where he
crumpled to the floor.
The soldiers fell to each side as if their legs had been cut out from under them.
A wall of force picked up the guard and threw him bodily against the wall.
3
The journey
Words
Long journey
Difficult journey
All the way to…
Towards the shadowy north
At the end of the journey
Miles and miles
In the distance…
Every day…
For a week…
Hours before they…
For the next hour…
Mostly by night
Through the bitter cold of the night
Blackest depths of the night
Full of dangerous outlaws
Only occasional footprints or a camp fire
A series of endless waves
An ocean of rolling waves
Phrases – Verbs
They realised that somehow their old life had ended and a new one was about to
begin. It was an adventure that would take them across seas and mountains all
the way to the Isle of Avalon.
They knew they would have to find a way through a dense, impenetrable forest
full of dangerous outlaws, pass an active volcano, and climb soaring mountains,
before they eventually reached their destination.
His journey was difficult and every day he was faced with new problems and
challenges. But he kept on walking, heading further towards the shadowy north
that lured him on.
For three days, they rode past cascading waters toppling down the hills, up into
the wooded foothills, then, finally, into the denser forest. As they rode, eagles and
hawks soared overhead, following their progress.
For a week, she travelled on, journeying mostly through the bitter cold of the
night, guided only by the faint moonlight and the stars. Where possible, she
avoided any settlements, and even the road, unless she could be sure there was
no one around.
They had travelled mainly through the blackest depths of the night, run and
walked, stumbled and staggered, hidden in bushes, slept in stables, one of them
always keeping watch, constantly alert for any sound or movement. Now, finally,
they were at the end of the journey.
Kitty trudged on wearily for miles and miles, with only the occasional footprints
or a camp fire to indicate that others had passed the same way. Finally, she heard
the sound of the river.
Shouldering her quiver and bow, she moved up the trail, glancing up every so
often to see how far she still had to climb before she reached the top.
He looked ahead and saw a series of endless waves stretching to the horizon. It
seemed as if they were crossing an ocean of rolling waves, forever denied a sight
of land.
They went miles and miles down the steep slope before they entered the forest.
She knew one thing for sure – this was the greatest trial of her life. Even
though she had been trudging towards the summit, it never seemed to get any
nearer. Just staying on her feet was now a monumental task of sheer
willpower and determination. As she looked up, the mountain stretched high
up towards the heavens, piled high with snow and carved by the gods into blade-
like edges as sharp as scimitars.
A sheer rock-face rose up to her right, and cliffs dropped away to her left. She
glanced back one more time and then continued to climb into the unknown.
Even though she knew she had taken a step towards something sinister and
final, there was no going back now.
Suddenly, there was a distant rumble like thunder, which grew louder, and the
ground beneath her feet started to shake. Above her, stones cracked and
exploded, sending fragments in every direction. It was as if the mountain itself
was being shaken. She couldn’t stay upright and was thrown violently
backwards, teetering precariously on the edge of the path. For a dreadful moment
she was hanging in the air, her legs flailing and her eyes widening in fear as
she lunged with her right hand. Her heart raced as she felt her hand beginning
to slip, her frozen fingers scrabbling as her body swung perilously over the drop.
Her shoulders were burning. She was losing her grip. Her fingers slid towards the
edge.
She thought they had made it, that their epic struggle was coming to an end.
They were now tantalisingly close to the top of the mountain. The ghostly
blanket of dark clouds that had covered the summit suddenly cleared and she saw
what waited for them at the top. Panic welled up inside her. She stared
unblinking, as if in a trance and frozen to the spot.
Section 1 - Setting
Words
The mountains seemed to stretch towards the gods, their summits lost in wisps of
cloud.
Split, cracked and carved by the magic of the gods, the rocks had created a path
of shimmering pillars and arches.
The magnificent cliffs filled the horizon and beyond the cliffs a carpet of purple
heather shimmered in the haze.
Through the hazy low cloud she could clearly see a range of jagged white-capped
peaks.
Erupting out of the land, the savage summits of the mountains were like
menacing, black daggers.
She gasped as she looked up at the hunched shoulders of the craggy mountain
soaring above her. Its peaks rose and fell menacingly like the humps of a gigantic
dinosaur.
To the north were mountains, with great jagged peaks thrusting sharply upwards,
piled high with snow and carved by the gods into blade-like edges as sharp as
scimitars.
The land was slashed by stark, hostile mountains, with peaks like enormous
arrowheads warning them not to come any closer. This was the land of the gods!
It was a land of soaring mountains, savage summits, shadowy precipices and
stony valleys. Rivers poured out of the echoing gorges to plunge into the black
depths below.
The mountains loomed ahead like a giant, black shadow, their peaks like huge,
pointed, black teeth waiting to crush him in their stony mouth.
The top of the mountain was covered by a ghostly blanket of dark clouds.
The steep path glistened with damp – polished by the gods into dangerous,
slippery slopes.
A sheer rock-face rose up to their right and to their left cliffs dropped away into a
dark abyss.
The dim light outlined the rims of the gorge; shadowy outcrops and crevices deep
enough to conceal an army of ambushers.
As they neared the cliffs, the roar of the churning waters was deafening.
On the far side, the cliffs rose much higher. A river hurtled over the edge into the
swirling mist below.
A narrow, winding road snaked up the mountain. It was a dangerous route; rocks
were scattered everywhere, as if there had been many landslides.
Section 2 - Interaction
Words
He trudged towards the bleak summit that never seemed to get any nearer.
They had to wind their way around the rocks that protruded like grey teeth
breaking through the earth.
They edged along until they had their backs pressed firmly against the slope.
Although his feet kept slipping and sliding on the rocks, he slowly climbed higher
and higher.
Tearing their hands and knees on the jagged rocks, they crawled and scrambled
up the steep slope.
They linked arms and started to inch their way across the top of the rock. They
slowed down suddenly, aware that the edge was somewhere just ahead, hidden
in the mist.
On the second day of his ascent, events took a turn for the worse when a veil of
mist descended from the summit to blanket the mountain.
The higher they climbed, the colder the air became. He felt a chill surge through
him, as he clung to the side of the rock-face with the wind shoving, pulling,
tugging at him ferociously.
Then several things happened at once. Above him, stones cracked and exploded,
sending fragments in every direction. He ducked behind a boulder, and nearly fell
as a fist-sized chunk of stone slammed into his side, bruising his arm.
It was as if the mountain itself was being shaken. She couldn’t stay upright. She
was thrown violently backwards.
He climbed the boulder field, jumping from one boulder to another, risking jarring
an ankle with every leap.
It all happened in an instant. There was a distant rumble like thunder, which
grew louder, and the ground beneath his feet started to shake.
Leaping upwards, he grabbed the edge of the rock, and tried pulling himself up in
one motion. Instead, he just hung there, his eyes widening in alarm, swaying
slightly in the breeze. His shoulders were burning; he was losing his grip.
Kitty lost her footing, teetering precariously on the edge of the path for a
moment. She began to slither towards the edge. Rob dived towards her, grabbed
her collar, and yanked her back. As she collided into him, she sent them both
sprawling to the ground.
She hauled herself up, finding a fist-sized hole in which she could jam her foot.
Desperately, she scrabbled with her fingers for a grip.
Balancing precariously, he brought his leg up, then jammed his left arm into the
crack which ran up the corner of the cliff.
He knew he would find no grip on the smooth face, that his feet would be
dangling over the sheer drop, and that the slightest slip of his fingers would send
him plummeting down.
She lunged with her right hand, and took the full weight of her body as she
swung out from the crack.
Her heart raced as she felt her hand beginning to slip; her frozen fingers
scrabbling as her body swung perilously over the drop.
For a dreadful moment, Tom watched her hanging in the air, her legs flailing and
her eyes widening in fear as she reached out.
He dug in with his boots and levered himself upwards, and with his last ounce of
strength, he hauled himself onto the top.
His legs buckled under him and he slumped against the slope.
They slithered down the jagged slopes, away from the towering, bleak summit
looming above.
Section 3 - Reaction
Words
Bothered her
Made her wonder what powers could create…
What was he up against?
Knew one thing for sure
Was powerless to stop
Had come too far to turn back now
Would see it through together – whatever it took
Tugged at her
Drew her closer – like a fish on a line
Had the strangest feeling of being called
Screamed a warning, yet urged him to come
Glanced back one more time
No going back
Never considered giving up
Climbed into the unknown
Knew they had all taken a step towards…
Kept running through his mind
Increased his sense of anxiety
Felt as if he was caught in a maze without an end
Felt like something was watching them
Lurked, waiting to pounce
Waited for them at the top
Turned but there was no one there
Made him look up
Turned and froze
Standing right above him was…
Just when he thought he was safe…
Thought it was safe until she saw…
Changed things completely
Welled up inside her
Felt a familiar shiver
Something was about to go terribly wrong
No time to ask questions
Only time to survive
Knew his life hung by a thread
Wondered what else would try to hinder him
Shrivelled with fear when he looked down
Saw how high up he was
Pounded like a drum
Panic was beginning to set in
Crept over her
Slithered around her like a dark fog
Brought a damp chill
Raced through his veins
It was as if time had stopped
Slithered to a halt
Stood hands on hips, head bowed
Shuddered and went rigid
Started to lose all memory of how to move her aching limbs
Felt battered and bruised, utterly exhausted
Staying on her feet was a monumental task
Weakened with every step
Had reached her limit… couldn’t go on… shutting down
Slumped to the ground
Ached with the sickening pain
Screamed at him as the pain…
Sprinkled red-hot needles across her arms and legs
Gripped his shoulder like a clenched fist
Sent a shock wave of pain through…
Dripped down his forehead, and into his mouth
Knew that their epic struggle was coming to an end
Had nearly reached the top of the mountain
Moved her lips silently in prayer
Drew in a deep breath
Came in painful gasps
Gasped for each painful breath
Blew out his breath hard to stop himself howling
Started to become delirious
Muttered, rambled, groaned
Stared unblinking above her
Stared, unable to think or move
Jolted him out of his paralysis
Kick-started his survival instincts
Had to move. And soon
Forced herself to keep calm… keep moving
Sentences
He wondered what powers could create such a strange phenomenon. What was
he up against?
He knew that however slim his chances, they were worth taking.
She knew one thing for sure – the greatest trial of her life was approaching. She
had come too far to turn back now.
A small part of her wanted to turn back, but something larger tugged at her and
she was powerless to stop.
He had the strangest feeling of being called, almost as if a voice inside his head
was screaming a warning, yet urging him to come.
He glanced back one more time and then climbed into the unknown.
She knew they had all taken a step towards something sinister and final, and
there was no going back.
She never considered giving up. Some force drew her closer – like a fish hooked
on a line.
Again and again, the same thoughts kept running through his mind, increasing
his sense of anxiety. He felt as if he was caught in a maze without an end, and
round every unseen corner lurked monsters waiting to pounce.
He started to feel like something was watching them – something vast and
malevolent – a presence all around them.
She thought they had escaped; at least she thought it was safe until she saw what
waited for them at the top.
Panic welled up inside her as she felt the familiar shiver. She turned but there
was no one there.
Every muscle in her body tensed. Something was about to go terribly wrong.
There was no time to ask questions – there was only time to survive.
He staggered a little as he went on, and wondered what else would try to hinder
him from reaching his goal.
For fatal seconds, they stared, unable to think or move. And, as they faltered, the
jaws of the trap closed about them.
His heart shrivelled with fear when he looked down and saw how high up he was.
Fear slithered around her like a dark fog, bringing a damp chill that gradually
crept over her, even though she was sweating with the effort of the climb.
It was as if time had stopped. She shuddered and went rigid, as if frozen to the
spot.
She was starting to lose all memory of how to move her aching limbs. Her heart
pounded like a drum and panic was beginning to set in.
She felt battered and bruised, utterly exhausted. She had reached her limit. She
couldn’t go on. Her body was shutting down. Her muscles ached with the
sickening pain. It was as if someone had sprinkled red-hot needles across her
arms and legs.
Just staying on her feet was a monumental task of sheer willpower and
determination.
Every nerve in his body screamed at him as the pain gripped his shoulder like a
clenched fist.
A trickle of blood dripped down his forehead, and into his mouth. It was what he
needed to jolt him out of his paralysis and kick-start his survival instincts. He had
to move. And soon.
He slumped to the ground with his hands on his knees, gasping for each painful
breath, and when he eventually managed to speak, his voice was a low, painful
wheeze.
He knew that their epic struggle was coming to an end. They had nearly reached
the top of the mountain. They were tantalisingly close, but their bodies were
weakening with every step.
Drawing in a deep breath, she blew it out hard to stop herself howling and force
herself to keep calm… keep moving.
The forest was usually teeming with life, but it had fallen strangely silent. Even
though her heart was thudding wildly in her chest, Kitty knew she had to
keep moving. When she heard a faint noise behind her, she risked a quick glance
over her shoulder… no one there.
Then, suddenly, without any warning, the silence was shattered by the rattle of
armour, the thundering of hooves, the distinctive whistle of an arrow. Kitty
hurtled back towards the trees… the safety and cover of the shadows. Easing
herself sideways, she kept the trunk between her and the approaching riders. She
moved her lips silently in prayer. They couldn’t catch her now! There was
nothing she could do but stay dead still, press herself against the tree, and hope
she wouldn’t be seen.
Section 1 - Setting
Words
Every so often
Within minutes
All at once
Without warning
All the way through the forest
In the distance
From somewhere ahead
In that part of the forest
In the clearing
Behind them
Ahead of him
Through the leaves
On either side of the track
Past their heads
Ancient, pathless forest
An endless labyrinth of trees
An unending, green blanket
Every towering tree, every trunk, every trail
Vast gnarled oak tree
Mossy oaks with trunks like melting wax
Birches with peeling, white bark
Knuckled roots
Splintered trunks
No easy paths
No straight lines – limited visibility
Tight interlocking branches
Impenetrable walls of thorns and brambles
Dense undergrowth
Corridors between the tall yew trees
Dark recesses
Hollow, darkened passageway
Darkened space between the trees
Clouds of steamy mist
Twisted boughs
Dead branches and hidden roots
Patches of brambles, fallen trees, boggy strips
Matted creepers
Mat of creeping, dark green weed
A thick layer of pine needles
Roots, thorns and grasping limbs
Treacherous, ankle-twisting path
Unseen owls
Hunting owls
Hunting hawk
Murder of crows
Strangely silent
Faint footsteps
Sound of a snapping twig
Crackling in the canopy above their heads
Shouts of alarm
Howl of a wolf
Loud hoot
Blast of a hunting horn
Belling of the hounds
Horse’s snort
Faint rattle of a bridle
Jangling of a harness
Thundering hooves
A handful of shadowy figures on horseback
A rattle of armour
Sound of many hunters
Occasional clink of his bow
Distinctive whistle of an arrow
Twang of a bowstring
Flight of arrows
Volley of fire arrows
Hiss of an arrow
Phrases – Verbs
The forest was an endless labyrinth of trees – an unending green blanket. Every
towering tree, every trunk, every trail looked like the one before.
The trees grew densely in that part of the forest – mossy oaks with trunks like
melting candles, birches with peeling white bark.
The trunks were wrapped in vines that grew in all directions, making a natural
ladder up into the canopy.
The forest closed around them – huge, ancient oaks with knuckled roots and
splintered trunks spreading into an arched ceiling.
The trail twisted and turned. As they headed deeper into the forest, the trees
seemed to get thicker and press in closer to narrow the trail even further.
The bushes dictated which direction they could move. It was not easy as there
were no straight lines and visibility was limited unless they found higher ground
or climbed a tree.
There were no easy paths. They struggled on, doubling back time and again as
the going grew too difficult.
It was an old, pathless forest, and it was impossible to follow a straight course.
Patches of brambles, fallen trees, strips of bog and dense undergrowth blocked
the path.
The path to their camp was completely overgrown, but still visible to those who
knew the forest – marked from its surroundings by a mat of creeping, dark green
weed.
They carried on until they came to a small clearing where the path seemed to
end.
The corridors between the tall yew trees were steeped in shadow.
The track seemed to get narrower with every step until the wood swallowed
them whole; the branches darkened the already gloomy evening.
There was a growing unease among them as they wound their way through the
wood, knowing that its dark recesses could conceal any number of dangers and
ambushes.
The tight interlocking branches formed a gloomy vault. It felt like she was going
down a hollow, darkened passageway and it was easy to imagine someone or
something watching her from the darkened spaces between the trees.
Even the moonlight could not penetrate the ancient tangle of roots, thorns and
grasping limbs, but every so often the trunk of a tree would loom out of the
shadows.
They crashed through vines dotted with vicious thorns that ran through the
gloom like barbed wire and grabbed at them like lots of sharp fingernails.
The ground was boggy and choked with dead wood and leaves. Progress was
slow as they kept having to duck under low branches and climb over fallen trees.
A vast gnarled oak tree climbed almost horizontally out of the ground; its twisted
boughs covered the full width of the path and blocked any access.
The dense undergrowth tugged at her feet, trying to trip her, throwing up ankle-
twisting, gnarled roots and impenetrable walls of thorns and brambles.
Something tripped him and he sprawled headlong – a vine stretched across the
path like a cunningly laid tripwire.
The forest was utterly silent. It was as if it was holding its breath, waiting to
exhale when the danger had passed.
The forest was usually teeming with life, but it was strangely silent.
Not a thing stirred in the trees. The only sounds were his own faint footsteps and
the occasional clink of his bow against his belt.
The rooks fell quiet. Then rose in a flurry, circled once and spiralled down
towards the trees.
The howl of a wolf in the distance was swiftly drowned out by the flapping of
hundreds of wings.
A murder of crows rose from the trees; their caw, caw, caw filled the night sky as
they circled above the branches.
A hunting owl burst from the tree with a loud hoot and flew above them like a
white shadow.
They had not walked far when he began to hear the sound of voices coming from
somewhere ahead.
The sound of creaking, snapping and breaking branches filled the air.
He had just entered the forest when he heard the haunting blast of a hunting
horn.
As he was about to return to the camp, he heard a faint noise: a horse’s snort, the
faint rattling of a bridle and, then, the distinctive whistle of an arrow.
The sound was coming from behind him. The sound of hooves, the jangling of
harness, a number of horses approaching slowly through the forest.
There was a twang of bowstrings as arrows let fly, and suddenly soldiers came
thundering out of the mist.
A flight of arrows whispered through the dark. Another volley of arrows swept
overhead and clattered against the trees. The archers were nowhere to be seen.
More arrows hissed into the camp from the unseen attackers.
Shouts of alarm echoed through the forest as a volley of fire arrows sliced
through the sky in a blazing arc towards them, leaving a trail of fiery light on the
ground.
The first bolt shot through the dark, past their heads, smacking into the trunk of a
tree just metres away. Then another and another.
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Pulling his sword from its sheath, he started slashing at the dense undergrowth to
clear a way forward.
The foliage thickened and, as the trail became more difficult to follow, he used
his staff to force a path through it.
He listened to the faint sound from behind him and indicated to the others that
they should move to either side of the trail, out of sight.
When he raised his hand to signal something was coming, the others
immediately ducked down low.
He crouched behind the tree, motionless, his ears straining for any sound, his
eyes peering into the shadows.
Frantically, looking from side to side and over her shoulders, she ducked behind a
tree.
Hearing the sounds of shifting armour, he trembled and burrowed deeper into his
thorny hiding place, ignoring the pain as the needle-sharp leaves pierced his skin.
Diving under a bush, she pressed herself flat against the ground and waited. She
counted to ten before daring to look. They hadn’t seen her, yet! If she had any
chance of escape, she had to move now.
The sound of a snapping twig cracked out like a pistol shot, warning him that at
least of one his pursuers stood only paces from him. He strained to see him but
could make out nothing, not so much as a moving shadow in the gloom. He
pressed himself closer to the ground.
From her hiding place, she could not make out the features of their faces, so she
couldn’t be sure it was them, but a sixth sense warned her that it was, that they
had picked up her trail. She was unable to move, rigid with fear.
There was nothing she could do but sit dead still and press herself against the tree
and hope she wouldn’t be seen.
She was crouched behind the ancient yew tree. She hadn’t moved a muscle for
five minutes. She waited, watched… still did not move.
Motionless and alert, they lingered in the shadows, ready to move quickly. They
watched and waited. Then, slowly, Tom peered out and squinted into the
darkness. His eyes darted left and right, probing the forest for a flicker of
movement.
She crawled out of the forest and into the meadow as fast as she dared. Very
carefully, she placed her hands and feet on the patches of long grass, praying that
it would spring back into position behind her and conceal her movements.
She stopped when she reached the narrow track. She had heard something… the
snap of a twig, the faint rattle of a bridle. She hurtled back towards the trees… the
safety and cover of the shadows. Easing herself sideways, she kept the trunk
between her and the approaching rider.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the sound of hooves behind him.
Quickly, he changed direction, raced towards the undergrowth and ducked behind
a tree.
Darting forward, Kitty kept low and threw herself down on the top of the hill
behind the tree so that she could look down without being spotted.
She ran blindly, taking no notice of distance or direction. Every sense became
sharpened and she moved as delicately as a wild creature, avoiding twigs and
loose stones.
Never once did she turn and look back… just kept on running, arms pumping, her
lungs burning.
He darted and dodged through the trees. Blundering and slipping, he fought his
way through the undergrowth grasping at his ankles.
Keeping low, and in the shadows, she ran back, looping round the camp towards
the trees.
He ran on, falling over roots and branches, crashing into trees and tangling his
legs in brambles. He risked a quick glance over his shoulder as he heard an arrow
hissing through the air somewhere nearby.
He ran like a wild creature, trying to outpace his pursuers, until he made the
shelter of the thick trees.
Clenching his fists, he ran. The trees whizzed by him, their gnarled branches
clutching at his arms as he pounded past.
He lost his footing so many times, he gave up and slid down through the
undergrowth, branches smacking at his face when he couldn’t duck fast enough.
She turned and fled, but fell over a tree root, stumbling onto her face, stunned as
her head made sharp contact with the ground.
She stumbled and flung her hand out in front of her, groping for something to
stop her falling.
The ground was uneven, so when he tried to quicken his pace, he stumbled,
crashing to the ground.
One moment he was stumbling blindly through the undergrowth, the next, his
feet tangled in a thick tree root and he fell headlong.
The darkness was so complete he couldn’t tell where he was going. He stumbled
into the wooden claws of a trunk, was whipped by unseen, sharp branches and
tripped by saplings and fallen logs looming out of nowhere.
One minute he was walking along the track, and the next he was catapulted into
the air by a large net. It had been covered by leaves and branches and attached to
a tree.
He leapt up and threw himself at a lower branch of the tree, grasped the branch
and scrambled upwards.
Swinging her legs, wrapping them around the branch, she pulled herself on to it,
then reached from branch to branch until she found a fork in the branches where
she could sit and look out.
He climbed along the branch, and hopped onto the next tree.
He shimmied out on the branch and reached for the next one.
There was a cracking sound, and he swayed on the branch. He was too far from
the trunk and the branch beneath his feet was splintering and about to give way.
The branch dipped dangerously low, threatening to snap and send him spiralling
to the ground.
She swung herself off the branch and dropped to the ground.
Using his legs, Tom pushed off from the tree, let go of the vine and seized another
mid-air.
Suddenly, everyone was moving, reaching for weapons, running to their horses.
A path branched off to the right; its patchy grass showed signs of being recently
trampled. She drew her sword and led the way, eyes darting from side to side,
checking for any movement.
Working her way through the forest, she stalked amongst the trees without the
snap of a twig to betray her. When she neared their position, she leaped out,
drawing her bow, landing on the trail behind them.
He drew an arrow from his quiver, notched it, aimed and fired.
She galloped past, standing upright in her stirrups, her reins dangling loose, a
bow gripped in her left hand.
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As he crept through the forest, beads of sweat broke out across his forehead. He
fingered his bow nervously, his hand stiff.
Her heart clenched and thudded in her chest. She had to force herself to struggle
to her feet. If she had any chance of escape, she had to move now.
Her brain registered a menacing presence lurking in the shadows, but she was
unable to relay the message to her legs in time.
Reeling with fright, he realised that he had run in the wrong direction – away
from the camp, deeper into the woods.
A tight knot in her stomach warned Gail that she was walking into trouble, but
she knew she had to warn them at all costs.
Even though his heart was pounding, he knew he had to remain calm and repress
the rising tide of panic. He could not afford to get lost in the wood.
Raw instinct took control as a surge of adrenalin shot through her. Every muscle
in her body was tensed and ready to run.
A tingling sixth sense made her look up. As she turned her head, she froze. A
cowled figure had stepped out from behind a bush. He was holding something in
his hands. Her stomach lurched as she realised that it was a crossbow… nocked…
the arrow aimed directly at her.
All her senses were on high alert as she strained for the sound of the approaching
riders.
He felt as if there were eyes everywhere, following his every move.
Her eyes darted to and fro, sweeping the scene in front of her, trying to discover
where the archer was hiding.
She looked furtively over her shoulder, as if she was afraid something or someone
was following her.
Her eyes swept over the scene in front of her as she tried to anticipate their next
move.
They all held their breath. From a little way off, they heard a faint noise: a
horse’s snort, the faint rattling of a bridle and then the distinctive whistle of an
arrow.
She dared not swallow for fear they would hear her.
Clenching his jaw, he gnashed his teeth together, too terrified to make a noise.
Cautiously, they edged their way through the gap and emerged in an enormous
cave the size of a cathedral. Along the left-hand wall, strange letters and
geometric shapes had been carved and scraped into the surface.
They moved along the wall, leaning closer to get a better look at the drawings.
All of a sudden, Kitty stopped dead in her tracks. She had noticed a movement
out of the corner of her eye. Ahead of them, rays of light, like ghostly fingers, had
suddenly filtered through from a gap somewhere high above their heads. Where
the light fell on the wall, it had lit up a dragon that had been painted over the
entrance to the next cave, its vast wings stretching across the arch. For some
reason, the painting sent a chill shivering down Kitty’s spine, as if someone
was pushing ice-cold needles into the back of her neck.
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Hidden behind thick, tangled vines was the mouth of a low cave that had been
carved out of the rocky wall.
The cave was a black hole – a silent, screaming mouth in the face of the deadly
slopes.
An enormous cavern, the size of a cathedral, stretched out into the shadows.
The cavern was like a forest of stalagmites, narrow paths winding between them,
stretching into the dark caves beyond.
Hanging from the roof, like enormous diamonds, were huge, shimmering
stalactites. Stalagmites like giant, crystal spikes covered the floor.
The tunnel suddenly opened out into a glittering gallery of white crystals.
Icicles plunged from the roof to hang like a crystal chandelier above his head,
reflecting the light from his torch back like glistening spears of light to pierce the
shadows around him.
In one of the caves, the stalactites and stalagmites had merged together to form
giant, solid, shimmering pillars.
Where water had leaked in through the rocks, the walls and floor glistened like
marble.
They found deep carvings etched into the stone walls – strange letters from an
ancient language, and pictures of leaping white stags, scenes from a wild boar
hunt, and in one corner, what looked like a phoenix spreading its wings across the
wall.
At the entrance to the cave, the walls were daubed with swirling red and blue
paint. As they walked further into the cavern, they came across strange
mathematical symbols and signs that had been chalked and scraped into the
surface.
Moss that glowed with a phosphorescent light crept across the floor and the
walls.
The cave was as cold as a crypt and dark as night. Not one ray of light. Nothing
but impenetrable dark.
As his eyes grew used to the dark, he made out two amber, reptilian eyes staring
back at him from the shadows.
She held the candle before her like a weapon, swinging it from side to side. But it
did little to push back the darkness and its flame cast spectral shadows on the
walls.
For a brief second, he thought he saw the flickering of a flame deep in the bowels
of the cave.
Rays of dim light, like ghostly fingers, filtered through from a gap somewhere
high above.
By the entrance, a metal brazier lit the way, casting dancing shadows across their
path. To his right, he noticed a shadow that seemed darker than the others,
creeping across the wall.
Where light flooded through an opening in the top of the cave, it created a
cascading, shimmering waterfall of light on one of the walls.
From somewhere in the gloom, she heard whispering laughter floating towards
her. It seemed to be coming from inside the walls.
The sound of dripping water from ahead of him made an eerie noise in the
sinister stillness of the cave.
The sinister, sucking, snickering sound seemed to come from a distance, yet the
echo surrounded him.
A deep voice boomed out of one of the tunnels stretching away from the cave.
The air was filled with the sound of beating wings as clouds of shrieking bats
swooped from the ceiling.
A cold, clammy air wafted against his face, bringing with it a smell of stagnant
water and damp decay.
It felt like he was being sucked down into the depths of the earth as the smell of
peat, chalk, flint and sulphur drifted through the air.
A stream bubbled through the middle of the cave and then trickled under the cave
wall, where it formed a pool of deep, glowing blue water.
Hot air rose from the bottom of the pit in the centre of the cavern, which bubbled
like soup, sending columns of a sulphurous stench to gush out into a fiery river of
boiling lava.
As the stones started to rock and crack, needle-sharp vines forced their way into
the gaps, thrashing at the air, creeping closer to her, until they were near enough
to wrap around her legs and lock like handcuffs around her ankles.
As she entered one of the smaller caves set into the side, she felt a presence…
cold, powerful, menacing. She edged further in, and was startled by the figure of
an enormous warrior, clad in mail, visored helmet and armed with a sword. It
stood stiff, staring ahead with empty, lifeless eyes.
He stumbled over one of the many skeletons that littered the floor, the bones
cracking and shattering like rotten wood beneath his feet.
In the centre of the cave was a stone tomb. Lying along the top was a life-sized
sculpture of a warrior, his jewelled sword clenched in his hand by his side.
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He put a hand on her arm as he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye.
As the hissing sound echoed off the walls of the cave, closer this time, he
indicated that they should move to either side of the pillar, out of sight.
Throwing her arms out, she felt gingerly along the wall.
Suddenly, millions of bats, like a black plume of smoke, fluttered from every
corner and the passage rang with the echoes of his scream as he flapped his
hands in front of him.
He jerked his hand back, cold sweat trickling down his back.
He raised his hand, trying to shield himself from the intense wind being blasted
at him.
For a moment, he froze, trapped in the glare of its bulging, burning, orange eyes.
He was concealed in the darkness, but trapped in a dead end. If the creature
returned, he knew he would have nowhere to run.
Hugging the wall with her back, she shuffled sideways along the ledge, one foot
crossing the other.
As he inched forward, Tom felt along the wall for any holes in the rock.
She crawled as fast as she could, ignoring the stones that scraped her knees and
elbows.
All was as quiet as a grave. Rob carried his crossbow, occasionally turning and
walking backwards to check behind him.
He edged closer, towards the source of the sound. It felt wrong, like a trap. But he
couldn’t back away now.
She kept glancing behind her, every muscle in her body tensed, and quickened her
pace.
He came to a narrow archway and cautiously peered around it, not knowing
what he was going to find on the other side.
Without taking his eyes from the deformed dwarf-like creature in front of him, he
scuttled backwards on his elbows.
Rolling quickly to the side, he missed the trampling hooves by a hair’s breadth.
She dodged, none too soon, as a thick cudgel descended where her head had been
only seconds before.
The blade slipped out of her hand; she threw herself after it. Made a grab for it.
Just as another serpent slid out of the tomb and lunged towards her, she rolled to
the side.
She stumbled, hitting the ground hard, jarring her elbows and wrists with a pain
that flared up her arms.
His feet slipped. His arms flailed. He tried to keep his balance. Desperately, he
clawed at the ground to stop himself toppling into the chasm that had opened up
in front of him.
He was knocked backwards by the force of the blast. It was like the ground itself
was writhing and bucking in an underground storm. He couldn’t stay upright. He
was thrown violently backwards.
She shrieked as the ground opened up behind her, and threw herself forward, just
in time to avoid toppling into the chasm that had split the cave in two.
She fell forward, sprawling on the floor. Quickly, she flipped over onto her back
and looked up.
Just as he hit the ground, a crack opened up beneath him, sending him
plummeting through the air towards the raging waters of the lake in the cavern
below.
She moved fast. Made for the wall of the cavern. Flattened herself against it. Just
as she felt the stone wall at her back, stalactites like spears began to plunge from
the roof.
He dodged the falling stones, and leapt over the cracks that were splitting like
lightning bolts ahead of him.
He raced down the passage, one hand holding his shield, the other his sword.
As she ran, she struggled to get her dagger out of its sheath.
Almost at the top, almost safe… almost! He forced himself to move faster, not
look down, forget that it was a long way down if he fell.
He launched himself down the slope, sliding on the loose stones, but just
managing to keep his balance and surge on.
He rose to his feet, and sprinted to the wall, dropping to his knees behind a large
rock.
Desperate, he rushed at the wall, arms pumping. He jumped. Even with his arms
fully extended, only his fingertips reached the ledge. The rest of his body
smashed against the stone, driving out his breath. He gasped and hung there, legs
flailing, shoulders burning, as he struggled to stay out of its reach.
He swallowed a couple of deep breaths, and hurtled down the slope. By the time
he had reached the stream of boiling rock, he couldn’t have stopped even if he
had wanted to. Panic made him take off too early, and as he sprang off the rock,
he seemed to hang there for an age before he crashed onto the other side with an
impact that jarred every bone in his body.
She whirled round, but never saw the thing that seized hold of her.
She drew her sword and spun on her heel. Anything could be hiding in the
shadows.
Stepping sideways out of the shelter of the rocks, he let his arrow fly.
Holding the hilt of his sword tightly, he cut the vine that grasped his body.
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Nouns Brain, muscles, nerves, pins and needles, heart, throat, chest, lungs,
breath, neck, arms, hands, face, mouth, lips, eyes
Instinct, sense, sensation, images, panic, terror
Glance, look, stare
Adjectives Dry, ice-cold, gnawing, lingering
Sixth, tingling, prickling
Ready, determined, unwavering
Painful, rasping, wheezing
Trembling, quivering, shivering, shuddering
Wide, staring, gaping
Verbs Wondered, expected, knew, realised, remembered
Alerted, warned, prepared
Willed, prayed, hoped
Listened, heard
Felt, touched, brushed
Closed, squeezed, clenched, tightened, twisted, banged, stabbed
Rooted, nailed
Glanced, peered, scanned, searched, tracked, probed, darted,
flickered, blinked
Shot, exchanged
Glued, fixed, stared
Sucked, gasped, swallowed, gulped, choked, trailed off, sawed, razed
Twisted, dropped open, uttered, whimpered, yelled, shrieked
Covered, clutched, pressed
Felt, groped, floundered, flailed
Phrases – Nouns and Adjectives
She could not help looking at the dark, yawning entrance to the cave, and
wondering what she would find when she entered its gloomy depths.
Every nerve in his body warned him not to move, even though his arm was
shaking and pins and needles prickled painfully in his ankle.
A tingling sixth sense made him look up. As he turned his head, he froze.
She felt icy fingers close round her heart. Her stomach tightened and twisted as a
single word roared in her head.
It was a quivering dread of a presence he could not see, but knew was there.
Katie was stabbed by a splinter of fear, fear of when it would appear again, fear
of what would happen when it did.
He felt his courage fading. His feet seemed nailed to the ground.
A thousand terrors flashed through her mind at once, and, with trembling hands,
she struggled desperately to nock her arrow.
She tensed, fighting her body’s natural instinct to run, and having to fight hard to
do so.
He had a lingering chill, as if someone was pushing ice-cold needles into the back
of his neck.
His stomach clenched in panic and he knew he had to think of something fast.
The sound of echoing footsteps was getting closer by the minute.
His heart banging against his ribs, he squeezed through the hole and edged
towards the lake.
There was a look of sheer terror on her face. She sucked in her breath as shivers
racked her body.
His mouth was set in a thin line, his gaze unwavering on the path before him.
She prayed that if she kept her eyes closed it would go away.
His eyes tracked from side to side, probing the shadows at the edges of the cave.
Her wide eyes strained to see through the dim light and darted wildly back and
forth.
They kept their eyes glued to the entrance, searching for any sign of movement.
Kitty kept her narrowed eyes fixed to the floor, too terrified to look up at
whatever had touched her.
Her eyes widened and her body jerked at every new noise.
Kitty’s eyes flickered briefly to Robert’s face and they exchanged a nervous look.
She cast one glance over her shoulder and realised she wasn’t going to make it.
John couldn’t tear his gaze away from the snake’s fiery eyes.
He watched and waited. Slowly, he peered out and squinted into the darkness.
His eyes darted left and right, probing for a flicker of movement.
He kept glancing behind him, listening for the venomous hiss, every muscle in his
body tensed.
It circled them warily, its eyes flicking from one to the other.
She sucked in a shallow breath – a tiny sound, but a sound that alerted it to her
presence.
He could hear his own ragged breathing, sawing in and out, otherwise it was
silent.
He choked back a gasp as a shadow fell across the entrance to the cave.
When she swallowed it was as if lots of tiny, needle-tipped claws were scratching
at her throat.
She stopped, her mouth open, and uttered a silent, desperate cry.
He clutched his hand to his mouth to stop himself screaming out, but as his hand
brushed against something in the dark, he threw back his head and yelled at the
top of his voice.
Kitty passed through the west gate and scanned the ruins. She was faced with a
labyrinth of crumbling walls and pillars, courtyards and tunnels that spread out
in all directions. Archways pocked every crumbling wall, like rat-holes, leading
into dark alleys.
She knew it was here. She could feel it. She had the strangest feeling of
being summoned by a presence, lurking in the background, but which she
could never see.
She hesitated at every pillar, every arched gateway, cautiously peering around
them, not knowing what she was going to find on the other side. Every moment
became an exercise in paranoia: watching over her shoulder, jumping at every
sound, sliding her hand to her sword, checking that it was still there.
All along she had had a nagging suspicion that she was delivering herself
into a trap, but nothing could have prepared her for what she met around
the next corner.
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Beyond the black gate that lay in pieces on the ground, a labyrinth of crumbling
walls and towers, courtyards and tunnels spread out in all directions.
The broken city walls weaved in and out of the hillside, once a formidable
defence surrounding the ancient city that had been built on top of the hill.
From among the hillocks that had grown over the remains of the ancient city,
they could see the empty shell of the temple like the skeleton of a giant creature
whose carcass had been picked clean.
A huge flight of steps led up to the top of the hill, past a pillared entrance to the
temple at the top. The hill was pocked with the remains of buildings – terrace
above terrace of jagged archways, ancient stone towers and crumbling columns.
From each of the four gateways, a stone archway carved with ravens led into the
centre of the courtyard.
The ruins of a vast arch, a long row of stone pillars, and walls that held up non-
existent roofs were all that was left.
They passed under a crumbling archway that had broken stone carvings jutting
out of the walls, and emerged in what had once been a magnificent, pillared
courtyard.
Hulking, crooked towers and turrets, built from immense blocks of black stone,
soared into the clouds. In some of the windows, he could make out the jagged
outlines of what remained of elaborate stained-glass windows.
Beyond the tunnel-like arch were the city streets where the buildings stood dark
and empty.
Ruined walls, now a pile of masonry, bordered the square. Trees grew in and
around them. A flock of crows that had been perched in the trees rose cawing
into the air as they entered.
Some of the towering pillars had collapsed on their own foundations, their
shattered fragments gathered at the bases like felled trees of monstrous stone.
Tussocks of grass and nettles grew in and around them.
Many of the columns had been broken off, and had toppled onto their sides. It
was like walking along a path of enormous, chipped, stone teeth.
In the centre of the courtyard was an elaborate fountain. Rearing up out of the
dry interior was a phoenix, its enormous outstretched wings ready for flight,
gleaming tail feathers trailing behind it, vicious talons gripping the stone.
As the sun began to set, the pillars cast shadows over the cracked, fading mosaics
on the floor.
Among the ruins, he found broken pillars made of shining pale stone.
Sections of the wall had come away and lay in piles of rubble, one of the towers
had been completely destroyed, and the solid iron gates hung off their hinges. A
piece of timber lay across the street from him – part of a flight of stairs.
Weeds and ivy had eaten their way into the cracks of the ruins and spread their
tentacles into every crevice.
Archways pocked every wall, like rat-holes, leading into dark alleys, where doors
gaped like open mouths.
He noticed her gaze slip upwards past his head. Out of the corner of his eye, as he
turned, he thought he saw a flicker of movement by the gate, as if someone was
dodging out of sight. But when he looked, there was no one there.
As she rode into the centre of the city, her horse stirred uneasily, ears back,
nostrils quivering. Suddenly, one of the horses gave a high, terrified whinny, and
shied, rearing. Kitty had to grip tightly with her knees to stop herself being
thrown from the saddle.
John charged through the gaping doorway. Diving head first, he struck the
ground in a tuck and rolled to his feet, sword at the ready.
For almost an hour, he dodged and hid, making a gradual skulking progress
through the ruined city, jumping at every slight sound, every flickering
movement.
Lying on her stomach, she crawled to the roof-edge and peered down.
Rob clambered up the outer walls, easily finding footholds in the rough-hewn
stone.
Bending his knees, he leapt upwards in one swift movement.
She ran for the wall of rocks, pushed off the ground and jumped upwards.
He’d almost reached the next level, when the surface slid under his feet. He
threw himself at the next ledge and clung on. Stones cascaded beneath his feet.
As he pulled himself to safety, another stone bounded away into the dark.
As the hard grey wall rose up to meet him, he wondered if he’d misjudged his
leap. But, suddenly, he was on the roof, staggering slightly, but still on his feet.
The door was pushed open, the rusty hinges screeching. He clutched the
longsword in both hands.
He clutched the hilt of his sword and gazed around with darting eyes.
He straightened. Listened. Peered towards the empty shell that had once been the
temple.
Trying to control the creeping terror that was spreading through her, she paused
at the tunnel-like archway, and peered into the gloom.
Slowly, he slid forward. He was about to extend his hand when he heard a
crunching noise directly above him.
Hugging the jagged, crumbling wall with her back, she shuffled sideways.
Writhing and twisting, Katie crawled through the gaps in the crumbling columns
and emerged in what had once been a magnificent pillared courtyard.
He came to a gateway and cautiously peered around it, not knowing what he was
going to find on the other side.
He backed away. Looked around. As he did so, his gaze froze on something
behind Katie.
Anything could be hiding in the shadows. As she drew her sword, she spun on her
heels and checked behind her.
He drew his sword. Held the blade before him. Moved further into the shadows,
scattering the rubble and loose stones.
Glancing down was a mistake. Her foot almost slipped, sending fragments of
stone over the edge.
He stumbled and flung his hand out in front of him, groping for something to
stop him falling.
Tom felt his ankles shoot out from under him and he toppled like a felled oak.
Blundering and slipping, he leapt from boulder to boulder, darting and dodging
through the ruins.
She sprinted down the alley. At the end, she was faced with another collapsed
wall that blocked the entrance to the courtyard. Another dead end.
He started to make his way towards the sound when a shadow moved behind him;
something was raised above his head.
He slipped into a narrow passageway, and saw it was a dead end. He tried to
back out, but the entrance was already blocked. He swung his head from side to
side, searching for a way out, but there was none.
As he dug his heels into the horse’s flanks, he slapped its neck and urged it
through the gates.
Katie galloped to the closest building, and as she jerked her horse to a halt, she
jumped from the saddle.
He grabbed the horse’s reins and swung himself up into the saddle.
She was beginning to feel a great unease about what lay ahead, as if some sense
at the back of her mind was trying to tell her something she had not realised she
knew.
He saw potential threats and traps behind every boulder, every pillar, through
every gaping doorway.
She could not help looking at the dark, yawning entrance to the temple and
wondering what she would find when she entered its crumbling, gloomy depths.
A cold, spider-like sensation crawled down her spine. The prickling sensation
moved to her fingers. She felt a cold sweat break out above her upper lip.
A tight knot in the pit of her stomach warned Gail that she was walking into
trouble. Shuddering, she fought back the urge to flee.
The skin on the back of his neck prickled as he entered the courtyard. The place
felt evil, as if a menacing presence was lurking in the shadows.
An explosion of adrenalin raced through her body and she quickened her pace.
She forced herself to find the courage to put one foot in front of the other.
As soon as he had entered the ruins, he’d been fighting an underlying sense of
panic, and as night approached and the shadows lengthened, the ruins suddenly
felt full of dark secrets.
She peered through the gaping door, and gripped her dagger tighter. She was still
scouring the gloom when her lantern flickered. The light wavered again… then
went out.
Glancing rapidly round, his eyes flicked from the fountain to the archway.
His wide eyes strained to pierce the darkness and darted wildly from side to side,
certain there was someone or something behind the huge boulders of the
shattered columns.
She settled down on her stomach on the edge of the roof and scanned the narrow
alleys.
Panic snaked around his windpipe and choked his breath into shallow gasps.
His breath caught in his throat as a shadow rose out of the darkness in front of
him.
She stumbled and smashed into a pile of rubble, winded and bruised and bleeding
from numerous cuts.
A trickle of warm blood dripped down from his forehead and into his mouth. It
jolted him out of his paralysis and kick-started his survival instincts. He had to
hang on. He had to claw his way to the top. And quick.
When he stood, the pain in his knee made his leg buckle.
8
Castles
The S/C-I-R Structure
As the sun peeped over the horizon, the drawbridge came creaking down. The
sound of oiled chains shattered the early morning silence as the portcullis was
slowly drawn up.
Tom kicked his horse’s flanks and rode towards the entrance, his eyes scanning
the battlements for any sign of movement, any tell-tale glint of metal. The sound
of his horse’s hooves clattering over the open drawbridge seemed deafening, as if
they were announcing his arrival.
Tom glanced up again. He couldn’t see anything, but sensed they were
waiting. They were expecting him. Fear of what was to come sharpened his
senses and made him alive to every detail. A bead of sweat trickled from his
brow as he spotted the gruesome row of severed heads sprouting from poles
planted above the gates.
Tightening his grip on the reins, Tom urged his horse forward and rode
through the gates. He could almost feel the crossbows aimed at his back. Even
though his heart was pounding, he knew he could not afford to make any
mistakes now. He tried to swallow his fear but his mouth had suddenly gone
dry.
As Rob walked past the gatehouse, his back quivered with the strain of
maintaining a steady walk when every instinct demanded that he break into
a desperate sprint.
Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks. Behind him, he had heard the clink of
spears and the faint metallic slither of chain mail. He glanced quickly over his
shoulder and ducked into the shadows as the guards strode from the gatehouse.
Rob glimpsed a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t
have time to lift his shield. He only had seconds to register the shadow of the
raised weapon before it descended to club him behind the ear. With a cry at the
sudden, searing pain, he fell senseless to the ground.
Section 1 - Setting
Words
The castle had been built on a high hill, surrounded by a dense wood.
The ancient castle brooded over the little town, a huge monstrosity in comparison
with the rest of the city.
The dark, macabre castle was perched on a massive, table-like rock on top of
sheer black cliffs overlooking the sea.
The castle was big, dark and mysterious, with thick walls where sentries stood
guard and forbidding towers – a desolate fortress in a desolate land.
The castle was the only thing visible over the fortifications. It was protected by
twelve-foot-thick walls, and a rancid, dry moat lined with iron spikes, which was
rumoured to contain the skeletons of those who had attempted to escape.
A grey, forbidding castle loomed into sight through a break in the trees, thrusting
like a mailed fist above the woods, its hulking towers and turrets soaring into the
clouds.
The castle had four circular towers and an enormous, black gate, topped with
rows of sharp, metal spikes to impale anyone who attempted to charge it.
The castle had been built around a vast, paved courtyard, with the great grey
walls of the castle rising on all four sides.
Behind the curtain walls was a mass of smaller buildings, including smiths’
forges, stables, kitchens, bakery and brewery.
It was a grey stone labyrinth of walls and towers, courtyards and tunnels
spreading out in all directions.
An open drawbridge led to the gate, which was positioned between two large
towers.
The drawbridge came creaking down and they heard the sound of chains as the
portcullis was drawn up.
As they rode towards the entrance, the hooves clattered over the open
drawbridge and they emerged in the central courtyard, where they dismounted
and tethered their horses to an iron ring set in the wall.
The drawbridge was up, the portcullis down, and the great gates sealed for the
night, but torches flickered on top of the ramparts, and there were lights in the
castle windows. Soldiers moved in the glow of braziers by the castle gates.
Just as they came within sight of the portcullis, it started to descend. Yelling for
them to wait, he kicked the flanks of his horse, urging it to move faster, and burst
through the entrance seconds before the gateway slammed closed.
The gate was flanked by hissing torches, which cast dancing shadows on the
ground in front of them. The grinding noise of hidden cogs broke the silence and
the doors were slowly shut.
Behind the jaws of the portcullis, armoured soldiers stepped out of the sentry
posts, wielding lances.
The hollow slits either side of the doors were filled with pointing arrows.
Fierce-looking warriors guarded the gates, the points of their lances glittering in
the moonlight.
They went inside through two massive, oak doors set in an arched medieval
portal.
They found themselves in a great, arched gatehouse – the enormous, black doors
were shut and barred. The doors were massive, heavy, and studded with huge,
spiked rivets.
A gruesome row of the severed heads of executed criminals sprouted from poles
planted above the gates.
The sally port was set within the left-hand door, a thin, dark rectangle barely
wide enough for a man to pass through.
They reached the postern gate, a small, but heavy wooden door, in the middle of
the otherwise blank wall.
Jutting out from the corner of the tower were a succession of grotesque gargoyles
of two-headed dogs, their razor-sharp teeth bared menacingly.
They emerged in another courtyard, larger than the first, gloomy and deserted.
He was led into the courtyard, where another gate was set in an inner wall.
She went through many passages, up several spiral staircases, until at last she
went through to a little door in a turret, where the battlements were on one side
of her and on the other side, a steep roof.
He passed through a polished gallery, with large arrow-slit windows on one side
and doors to the chambers on the other.
Through an inner door was a long, stone-flagged passage, and on either side of
the passage were heavy, wooden doors.
She headed for the spiral staircase at the far end of the room.
The walls of the spiral staircase were peppered with window slits for the archers.
She glanced through the arrow slit of the thick wall, and spotted a group of riders
cantering towards the castle.
The spiral staircase twisted to the right so that the soldiers defending the stairs
had room to swing their swords or thrust pikestaffs at advancing intruders.
They were taken along a passageway and down a flight of stairs, where he
unlocked a narrow, oak door and they slid into a small, dimly lit chamber.
The hall was large, with a beamed ceiling from which hung huge banners.
It was a large room with heavy beams on the ceiling, and a fireplace at the far
end big enough to stand in.
It was a harsh, chill, stone hall, with smoke-blackened beams and hung with
battle pennants and ancient arms.
They entered a large hall with a high, vaulted ceiling and magnificent carvings
on the beams and panels. A great fire burned in the huge fireplace. Extra logs lay
by the side, warming before they could be set on the hearth.
The hall had a stone floor strewn with rushes that had been mixed with herbs. It
was filled with long benches and trestle tables arranged in two parallel lines
down the length of the hall. Tallow candles guttered in dishes on the tables.
At one end of the hall was a dais with a table on it, where the lord and his family
sat, along with honoured guests. Behind the dais were a number of large
tapestries depicting hunting scenes.
Benches sat in little clusters around braziers filled with glowing coals.
On one of the walls was a huge, medieval tapestry of a scene from Beowulf, with a
giant, ape-like monster rising out of the swamp.
Enormous skulls, spears, swords, maces and war-hammers hung on steel hooks.
There was also armour – mail, plate and leather.
The walls were decorated with an array of animal pelts and antlers.
Leading out from the hall was a short, unlit corridor, with a large display of pikes
and halberds propped in racks against the walls.
The smell of roasting meat wafted across from the open door.
A servant stood beside the large open fireplace, turning a large piece of meat on a
spit. Other servants carried pitchers of ale to the tables.
As his eyes grew accustomed to the light, he made out a display of severed hands
mounted above the door.
One of the servants lit the torches that hung in metal rings around the walls.
Even in daytime, the corridors were dark. At regular intervals around the walls
were braziers that glowed in the darkness.
A dim light showed from a doorway on the far side of the courtyard.
He heard the faint tinkling of harness, and then the soft thud of horses’ hooves,
which became a clatter as the soldiers rode into the courtyard.
He heard voices, scuffling and grunting. Then silence. Somewhere down the
passage a door crashed.
A scream cut the night like a knife.
As the portcullis jerked upwards, he heard horses snorting and whinnying, the
clatter of swords in the flickering torchlight.
A gate clanged open somewhere, and the echo of boots marching on a stone floor
filled the air.
Section 2 - Interaction
Words
Alfred stared down the length of the track at the small wooden shield.
Gripping his lance like a vice, straight out in front of his body, Alfred kicked his
charger’s flanks, spurring it on. As its stride lengthened and they began to canter,
he pointed the horse at the quintain, narrowing his eyes to keep his lance lined
up with the target.
It was as if time had slowed. He felt the thud as his lance made contact with the
shield and saw the bag of sand hurtling towards him, rotating wildly on the
horizontal pole. Alfred braced himself for the impact as the bag thudded into him
and sent him crashing to the ground. He had hit the target off-centre once again!
It felt as if the wooden circle dangling from the pole was like an eye mocking
him. He still had not managed to hook it with his lance.
Each ring had decreased in size, and he had only managed to nick the outside of
this smallest ring.
He rode forward slowly to the tree of shields, where the coloured shields were
hung. He had already spotted it – the flaming red dragon on a green and yellow
background.
Without hesitation, he rode straight to Sir William’s shield, and hit it with his
lance, challenging the famous knight to face him in a joust.
The lists were a riot of colour – the vivid reds and golds and greens of the
pennants and banners, displaying the knights’ arms, as they fluttered in the early
morning breeze.
There was a cacophony of sound: drums and bugles, trumpets and shouts, cheers
and groans.
Suddenly, from the end of the lists, the trumpet blasts brought a hush over the
crowd and sent the birds whirring into the sky.
John waited by the pavilion. As a murmur rolled through the crowd of villagers
seated in a large group off to his left, he nudged his destrier forward.
His horse, sensing the excitement of the crowd, began snorting and pawing at the
ground, its gleaming black harness creaking with every movement.
John jerked back on the reins and leaned back. The horse reared up onto two legs,
its front hooves pawing the air. An enormous cheer rose from the crowd as they
spotted him.
Beneath his visor, the sweat was running down his forehead and into his eyes.
Blinking, Tom tried to focus, and peer through the visor slit.
A drum began to beat and the crowd fell silent. Tom sat in his high-horn saddle
like a statue, his blunted lance ready. On the third blast of the trumpet, Tom
kicked the flanks of his horse and started to move forward.
He lowered his lance down over the horse’s neck, raised his shield slightly and
waited, motionless, his eyes fixed on the herald.
As the white baton was thrown down, he kicked the flanks of his horse and urged
him to a gallop until they were in a thundering charge.
The hooves drummed on the ground, sending clods of earth flying into the air,
until the riders met in a dramatic clash of lance and shields.
Tom felt his opponent’s lance thud into his side like a hammer blow. It was all he
could do to cling to the horse and make it to the end.
A searing pain stabbed his side as he fought to bring the horse under control and
wrestled with the reins.
Ann braced back, leaning away from the curve of the bow until it was fully
drawn and pointing into the sky. Slowly, she brought it down in a smooth arc,
her eyes fixed to the tip, poised to release the moment the tip passed down the
target.
The wall rose sheer above Kitty so she couldn’t see if there was anyone on the
battlements. She flung a grappling line over the top and, as silently as she could,
hauled herself to the top.
As Rob neared the rampart, he spotted two guards. Thankfully, they had their
backs to him. He knew he had moments before they turned, so as quickly and
quietly as he could, he edged towards an embrasure and peered warily over the
edge of the battlements.
Cautiously, she eased herself over until she was on the battlements, and dropped
to a crouch, holding her breath, motionless until she was sure that the guards had
not heard her.
As Kitty fell, raw instinct took control. She tucked into a roll, turned the impact
into a somersault, and came up standing.
Robert hurled himself out of the window, and just managed to grasp the rope
dangling outside. As the clash of blades sounded from above, he caught sight of a
glint of metal. Gripping the rope with his feet, he started to slide faster and faster,
his hands burning as they tried to keep pace.
As the horn sounded the alarm, they dashed to the doors, hauled on the massive
iron ring and slowly dragged the huge, oak doors closed.
Straining every muscle, they pulled the lever that operated the huge, iron bolts to
secure the gates. To the left of the gate, however, a small sally port stood wide
open.
They knew they only had minutes to lower the portcullis. With one last,
desperate effort, they leaned against the wheel and pushed as hard as they could.
Eventually, the wheel began to turn and the portcullis started to descend.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the clink of spears and the faint
metallic slither of chain mail.
They stiffened as the sound of footsteps echoed in the silence. Someone was
following them. There was a thud behind them and they turned to see the black
handle of a throwing knife vibrating in the wooden post just above their heads.
They stared ahead, hands clutching their weapons, staring, waiting. They listened
with horror as the distinctive whistle of arrows shattered the silence and the sky
darkened above them. Arrows rose over the wall and plunged earthward in a
deadly rain of wood and steel.
When Kitty raised her hand to signal someone was coming, the others
immediately ducked down low.
As a spear flew past his ear, he flung himself down behind the battlements.
Rob ducked into the shadows as the guards strode from the gatehouse.
Quickly, throwing herself flat, she rolled to the side just as a crossbow bolt
exploded along the passage and thudded into the door. If she hadn’t dived, the
shaft would have been buried somewhere near her heart.
Looking from side to side and over her shoulders, she quickly dived behind the
dais.
He pulled his knees tightly up to his chest, making himself as small as possible.
Slipping further into the shadows, she flattened herself against the wall, and
crouched down behind the horses.
He sat in the shadows, rubbing dirt into his sword so that its glint wouldn’t
betray him. Behind him, Rob heard the echo of heavy footsteps. He cast a glance
over his shoulder. In a moment, he was on his feet, his sword out in front of him.
He waited for his breathing to steady before crawling forward. Keeping to the
shadows and moving as silently as a cat, he inched forward until he was close
enough to overhear their conversation.
Slowly, placing his hands and feet with extreme care, he inched away from the
pocket of knights sitting around the table by the fire.
She looked both ways to check that the coast was clear, slid her dagger into the
gap, and eased the door open.
Creeping along the roof tiles, his body flat to the roof, Rob gripped the tiles and
edged slowly towards the window.
Staying close to the walls, Katie edged round the courtyard, paused… nothing
stirred… a dim light in the stables was the only sign of life. She edged further
towards the tower… paused again to listen for any unnatural sounds, then
sprinted to the door, and dived inside.
He heard steps behind him, and peered over his shoulder. In a moment, he was on
his feet, sword drawn.
She spun, dashed back to the stairs and plunged down three at a time. The sound
of heavy feet, the clatter of swords, warned her they were closing fast. She didn’t
look back, but turned sharply right at the bottom and plunged into the maze of
passages beneath the castle.
He barrelled past the doors that guarded the entrance to the hall. As he ran, he
struggled to get his dagger out of its sheath.
Darting up the stairs, he saw a door ahead and raced towards it. He yanked at the
handle, wrenched the door open, and dived inside.
She scrambled to her feet. Began to move. Time had run out. She could not stay
where she was any longer.
Suddenly, he was out in the open, tearing across the courtyard, exploding out
through the gate.
He ran, darting left and right, twisting and dodging, as his pursuer advanced
again.
She reached for her sword and, with a single movement, released the blade from
its scabbard.
Very quietly, he reached for the secret dagger he always kept strapped to his arm.
As quietly as she could, she drew the sword from her belt and edged forward a
few paces, keeping to the shadows.
Kitty lashed out with her feet to take his knees out from under him.
He lashed out with his foot, catching the sentry in the stomach. As he doubled
over, Rob leapt onto his back and looped his arms over his head.
The guard lunged at Kitty. She parried the blow and stepped aside, sending him
sprawling into the dirt as the momentum of his attack carried him forward over
her outstretched foot.
Someone seized Rob from behind, but he was ready, and when he felt the hands
closing around his neck, he fell backwards and took the attacker by surprise.
Ann flung herself at him, slamming as hard as she could into his shoulder,
desperate to knock him off balance before he could loose his bolt.
Katie launched herself from the shadows directly at his feet, and they crashed to
the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. Quickly, she rolled to her feet, and
kicked him in the ribs.
Stepping nimbly aside, she thrust the arrow at him like a dagger, grazing his
neck, and forcing him to drop his sword.
They fell on each other, sparks flying from their blades as they slashed and
struck.
John’s sword arm circled in a blur, the blade whistling as it sliced through the air.
As the warrior slashed with his sword, he ducked underneath the blade. It missed
him by a hair’s breadth. Using his own weapon, he sliced at the knee joint of his
opponent’s armour, sending him toppling to the ground, his left leg useless.
They reloaded, drawing back the strings, loading a quarrel into the groove,
leaning over the parapet and shooting into the soldiers below.
John made no attempt to riposte, staying crouched and braced behind his shield.
He was driven back with every attack. Until now his defence was holding, but his
grip on his shield was starting to weaken.
He parried the first couple of blows, but the shock that jarred his arm nearly
made him buckle.
As she fended off the first blow with her sword, there was the sound of heavy
boots rushing up behind her.
He ducked and the axe swung wide, clattering with a shower of sparks into the
stone of the wall behind him.
He saw a movement out of the corner of his eye, but Nigel didn’t have time to lift
his shield. He only had seconds to register the shadow of the raised weapon before
it descended to club him behind the ear and he fell senseless to the ground.
An arrow buried itself in Ann’s shield, and when she looked up she caught a brief
glimpse of a silhouette crouched on the battlements.
Will looked up and saw a crossbow aimed directly at his head, the quarrel hissing
through the air. Time stood still. It was as if the world was holding its breath.
Only the spinning of the quarrel broke the silence.
Every time he moved, the soldiers jabbed their spears at him, keeping him at a
distance. Gradually, they were edging closer, tightening the circle, and he knew
that it was only moments before he was overwhelmed.
She jerked to one side and then the other, trying to slip past, but there was
always another guard to block her path.
They stood back to back, blades raised, as they faced the soldiers who had
surrounded them.
Katie twisted in the grip of the captors, but with so many soldiers holding her, it
was impossible to break free, no matter how hard she writhed and kicked.
Section 3 - Reaction
Words
He was not sure what he expected, but it was too quiet. It just didn’t feel right.
He was sure he was walking into a trap.
The castle sent a shiver down his spine. It was like a menacing predator watching
his every move, waiting for its next victim.
She knew she had to get away. The only way was to lose herself in the crowd
when the gates opened.
Every muscle in her body tensed. She was constantly alert for the sound of
footsteps, the slither of chain mail, the clatter of steel.
As a surge of adrenalin rushed through him, every nerve and muscle in his body
was on high alert, ready for an attack from any direction.
She sensed something behind her and felt the hairs go up on the back of her neck.
Kitty was shaking with terror that at any moment they would glance in her
direction. She knew what would happen if she was spotted in the castle.
Sweat had collected on his forehead and was trickling down the side of his nose
into his eyes. He squeezed them shut and blinked rapidly.
He tried to clamp down the fear that threatened to paralyse him. This was going
to be the fight of his life.
There was no time to think. No time to do anything, but react to whatever came
at him next.
Even though his heart was pounding, he knew he had to remain calm. He could
not afford to make any mistakes now.
She sensed something – some kind of eerie presence in the castle. She sensed it
reaching out to her, drawing her in like a fish hooked on a line.
It was a quivering dread of a presence she could not see, but knew was there,
lurking behind the castle walls.
As soon as he had entered the castle, he had been fighting an underlying sense of
panic, and as night approached – the portcullis lowered and the gates barred – he
felt the castle had trapped him inside a world full of dangers and dark secrets.
His back quivered with the strain of maintaining a steady walk when every
instinct demanded that he break into a desperate sprint.
Something made his hackles rise and his fingers tightened on his sword.
The pulse in his fingertips marked the passing of seconds as he waited for the
baton to be thrown down.
Suddenly, a rush of nerves spread through his body like prickly heat.
He walked with his hackles up, alert to anything that might be the slightest bit
out of the ordinary.
His instincts told him that if he could make it to the stables, he would be safe for
a while.
Fear of what was to come sharpened his senses and made him alive to every
detail.
As he walked through the gates, he could almost feel the crossbows aimed at his
back.
Rob was suddenly scared into action as if someone had injected a shot of
adrenalin into his legs.
He could feel the strength surging through him and the fear ebbing away.
She looked at him through a red mist of fury as her hand slid to the hilt of her
sword.
His fear was gradually subsiding, and in its place, a cold hard anger was starting
to take root.
Her wide eyes strained to pierce the darkness, darting wildly from side to side.
She kept her narrowed eyes on him, watching his every move.
They kept their eyes glued to the battlements, searching for any sign of
movement, any tell-tale glint of metal.
Glancing rapidly around, his eyes flicked from the gate to the battlements.
She glanced up. She couldn’t see anything, but she sensed they were waiting.
They were expecting her.
He watched through the arrow slit as the lights went out one by one and the
castle was plunged into darkness.
For several nights, he observed the routes and routines of the guards.
He tried to swallow his fear, but his mouth seemed to have flooded with saliva.
He could hear his own harsh breathing sawing in and out under his visor.
A sheer rock face rose up to her right, and to her left, cliffs dropped away into a
dark abyss. She glanced back one more time and then continued to climb into the
unknown. Even though she knew she had taken a step towards something
sinister and final, there was no going back now.
A cold, shivering wind blew on the back of her neck and ears like the touch of
cold fingers. Suddenly, the whole world seemed unnaturally dark, as if it had been
drained of all light before a terrible storm broke. She looked up to see a dark cloud
that wasn’t there moments before. Above her, a distant rumble like thunder grew
louder, and the ground beneath her feet started to shake. Stones cracked and
exploded, sending fragments in every direction. It was as if the mountain itself
was being shaken. She couldn’t stay upright and was thrown violently
backwards, teetering precariously on the edge of the path. For a dreadful moment
she was hanging in the air, her legs flailing and her eyes widening in fear as
she lunged with her right hand. Her heart raced as she felt her hand beginning
to slip, her frozen fingers scrabbling as her body swung perilously over the drop.
Her shoulders were burning. She was losing her grip. Her fingers slid towards the
edge.
Words
The whole world seemed unnaturally dark, as if it had been drained of all light
before a terrible storm broke.
She looked up to see a dark cloud that wasn’t there moments before.
Above the ridge, dark clouds were gathering, casting long shadows down the
mountainside.
Layers of heavy black clouds clung to the hill and blanketed the city.
A gigantic bank of dark cloud was massing above her. It seemed to writhe and
twist, growing and swelling as if it were alive.
Dark storm clouds sped over the waves to blot out the sun.
The clouds rushed towards the mountain, trailing veils of rain in their wake.
The storm was an awesome spectacle, but powerful, dangerous and menacing.
Fingers of swirling black cloud came down from the sky to whip and stab at the
forest.
The storm churned into a swirling, miniature hurricane, which blocked their
way, pushed them back down the slope.
A funnel cloud snaked its way down the hill like an inky black finger.
Thunder boomed through the city, shaking it to its core, and streaking through
the streets like an exploding firework.
The air shook as the loud, booming wind hammered at the trees, and thunder
crashed and roared overhead.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, the sky continued to darken, and the wind blew
harder, gusting against the walls, screaming through the ruins.
The branches, then the whole tree shuddered with a crack of thunder. Another
explosion, but much bigger this time. It felt as if the ground beneath his feet was
being ripped apart.
Lightning tore through the sky, blinding him as it flickered in and out.
An immense, dazzling, guillotine blade of lightning streaked across the night sky,
illuminating it with a stark blue-whiteness and flooding the land.
Flickering white light burst across the crest of the oncoming storm.
White bursts of light, one after another, cut through the darkness like camera
flashes.
Overhead, lightning ripped through one of the dark clouds, and the thunder
crashed around them like a huge fist pounding the sky.
The breeze was cold, the sky grey, ominous and threatening, the misty haze like a
veil drifting across the sky, bringing with it a feeling of dread and menace.
From out of nowhere, a violent wind began to blow from the sea.
The wind seemed to grow in strength and was soon screaming through the trees.
The bitter winds and harsh whispers rattled the bare branches of the trees, which
grated together like broken teeth.
The tops of the trees were bending, arching from side to side, whistling and
sighing as the wind wound itself around the ancient trunks, through the tangle of
leaves, tearing at the bark.
The forest seemed to thrash and writhe against the fierce gale – creaking and
groaning as the wind rushed through the trees, twisting branches, making them
flail like the arms of monsters searching for prey.
The wind was ferocious, gaining power all the time, until it screamed over the
castle and beat like a fist against the walls, flung itself against the battlements,
howled into the courtyard, twisted round the towers, blasted the doors, smashing
them back and forth against the wall with a thud, roared through the hall,
swirling like a hurricane from wall to wall, floor to ceiling.
A cold, shivering wind blew on the backs of their necks and ears like the touch of
cold fingers A breath of wind ghosted past him, tickling his ear like a feather and
making the skin at the back of his neck prickle with foreboding.
The wind carried her voice away unanswered into the dark night.
The wind swirled around her, then tugged at her, pushed her and crushed her to
the rock: she pressed her body close to the slope and clung on with all her might.
The wind grew stronger, whirling up in strange clouds, flurrying and swirling,
tugging at them, lashing their legs and faces with dirt and gravel.
The wind shoved against him as though some gigantic, invisible hand was
forcing him back inside the building.
The wind started to howl, growing stronger by the minute, whipping at his
clothes, his hair, his face. The bending branches tore into his face like stabbing
fingers, as if they were deliberately trying to blind him.
The wind did not just come from one direction: one moment it was in front of
him, slowing his stride, pushing him back. Within minutes, it was behind him,
pushing him forward in another direction. At other times, it appeared to come
from all directions at once to whirl around him.
The wind had grown to a thing of force and fury, darkening the air with
billowing clouds of dust and tearing at their cloaks with its invisible fingers.
Hunting them like a beast. They staggered back and forth, side to side, struggling
to stay on their feet.
The sky darkened and showers of heavy rain poured from the heavens.
The rain battered the dry leaves that clung to the branches of the trees like dead
hands.
The rain fell harder, forming a misty, silver veil; the castle a blurred shadow
behind it.
They trudged on through the wet and mud, wretched in the cold and soaked to
the skin. A trickle of water ran down from his hair and followed the line of his
spine to his waist.
Rain began to pour down in streams, bursting like waterfalls from the mouth of
the darkening sky.
Rain began to pound his skull as though the raindrops were being fired from a
cannon.
As fast as he wiped the rain from his eyes, water ran back into them again,
blurring his vision.
They were at the mercy of the wind and waves. Ahead and below them it was
dark. They were trapped by the black blanket of the deep, swirling sea and stormy
sky.
As the wind rose, the light dimmed across the sky and the sea grew as dark as the
sky; there was a rumbling as the waves grew, their menacing crests visible far
out, churning the spray into foam.
As darkness fell, the storm worsened. It looked as if the sea was boiling. Then it
began to swirl and churn fiercely, and foam as the waves dashed against the
rocks.
The ship rocked and pitched in the heavy swells. It slammed head-on into the
monstrous black waves. The foaming crests battered the ship, breaking against its
sides and relentlessly showering them with icy seawater.
Lightning flashed across the surging water that rolled and rushed, churned and
boiled, hurling white crested waves at the shore.
The river had become a surging torrent, a bulging blister of churning, grey water.
It had torn whole trees out of the ground, and swept them away. Trunks as big as
telephone poles hurtled past, their root-balls exposed, their branches reaching out
to grab the raft and drag it along with them.
With a great flare of lightning, the sky rumbled and roared. A huge wall of water
came thundering towards them from the sea, over the shore, swallowing trees,
and land, spreading and swirling.
As the lake boiled and churned, the swirling currents twisted round them like a
writhing nest of vipers.
Part 3
Creatures
10
Parts, size and shape
The S/C-I-R Structure
It was as if the howling was coming from all directions at once. Then he realised
– it was heading towards him. He could hear the scuttling of clawed feet as it
moved closer to where he lay behind the rocks. It stopped metres from where he
was crouched in the shadows. It sniffed the air. The blood had frozen in his
veins. He wanted to run. He couldn’t move. Could only crouch lower to the
ground. His legs were glued to the floor.
The air trembled with every flap of its black, bat-like wings as it scanned the
area. He sensed something behind him; felt the hairs go up on the back of his
neck. He whirled round. An icy claw of fear had gripped his chest. He found
himself looking into the beetle-black eyes and snarling face of a massive wolf. It
stepped closer and then reared up on its hind legs.
It came at him in a blur of clashing claws and fangs. He ducked as its claws
sliced the air in front of his face. Horror-struck, he watched, as its slavering jaws
plunged towards his outstretched arm. For a brief second, he hesitated. Then, his
racing pulse sent a wave of adrenalin surging through his veins. Pushing
with his legs, he launched himself off the ground and was quickly on his feet
again. Almost at once, its savage, serrated teeth snapped where his arm had been
just seconds before.
He broke into a frantic, stumbling run, trying to put as much distance between
himself and the creature as possible… to reach the safety of the trees.
He couldn’t hear anything. Hadn’t sensed any movement behind him. Quickly,
he risked a glance over his shoulder. As he turned, it plunged out of the night
sky, and sliced the air in front of his face. He started running again, trying to get
out of sight… forcing himself to ignore the burning that was creeping up his legs.
When he reached the tree-line, he flung himself down behind a tree, trying to
steady his breathing. And waited. He knew he would have only a second in
which to act. His eyes tracked from side to side, probing the edge of the
forest. All of a sudden, it emerged in the clearing. Seizing an arrow from his
quiver, he fitted it and let it fly. The arrow flew towards its target in a shower of
blue sparks, finding its mark in the centre of its forehead.
Section 1 - Type and Body Parts
Words
Horned ogre
Skeleton of a giant horse
Half-human, half-hyena
Part ape, part scorpion
Back legs and tail of a lion
Slime-green body of a lizard and head of a badger
Head of a horse, ears of a wolf
Sleek body of a sea lion with a dog-like face
Wrinkled hag with bat-like wings
A great hydra with nine serpent heads
Cruel beak, wings and claws of a griffin
Horse-shaped kelpies
Part mastiff, part greyhound, part wolf
A double-headed serpent with the body of a giant black widow spider
Hideous, red creature with eight legs, the head of a fly and a snake for a tail
Ferocious, rooster-like animal with tentacles
Tiny, vicious goblin with a scarlet rat’s tail
Savage spirit like a rooster from behind, with the front of a hyena
Terrifying, eight-legged monster with chicken feet and the tusk of a rhino
Vicious spirit in the shape of a gerbil
Large, flying beast with the wings of a giant bat, the body of an enormous,
white stag and the legs of a raptor
Something between an ancient hag and a gigantic chicken
Enormous, silver, serpentine creature with bat-like wings and a long-finned
tail
Sleek, black body of a panther with the wings and head of an eagle
A black leviathan – half-lizard, half-snake
Spider-like creature with a fat, poisonous body
Head of a stag, with a human face and unblinking eyes like an owl
Huge creature like a lion with a black mane and a long, black whip-like tail,
with a hooded cobra at the tip
Deformed, dwarf-like creature with leathery wings and hooked claws
A hideous, gleaming black, wingless moth with a huge, skull-like head and
barbed legs
Human from the waist down, clad in metal armour, with scaly dragon’s legs
Tiny, elfin body
Minute goblin with a lizard’s tail
Huge, white, ghostly spider
Enormous dragonfly with the wingspan of an albatross
Lime-green bat as large as an eagle
Snake as short and thick as his forearm
Massive, purple snake, with long coils as thick as his body and twice his
height
Two-feet tall with a thin body and limbs
Giant, three-headed Cerberus
Shaggy monster the size of a bull
About the size of a large dog
Twice his height
Hulking, black ape-like creature
Spider the size of a cat
Butterfly bigger than an owl
Ten times the size of an eagle
Well over fifteen feet tall with enormous shoulders
As tall as two men
As big as a skyscraper
As high as a mountain
Tall, thick and wider than a doorway
Almost as tall as the trees
Nearly as big as an eagle
Almost as wide as it was tall
Bulging muscles on its arms and chest
Serpentine creature with eight, scuttling, cockroach legs
A single spider-leg
Bulbous, black abdomen
Long and sleek
Jointed body like an insect
Bulging, spider-shaped body
Misshapen body
Like a humped rat with a snake-like tail
A segmented monster with a single, trunk-like leg
Hedgehog-like creature, with a long, flat shape like a crocodile
Sentences
It had the body of a lizard and the head of a badger, with thick, red feathers
around its neck.
Scuttling towards him was a hideous, black, wingless moth. It had a huge, skull-
like head and a terrifying, demonic face.
The ogre was as big as a skyscraper, with muscles on its arms and chest that
bulged as it brandished the enormous, wooden log clutched in its fist.
The vile creature was so terrifying that anyone who looked at it died instantly.
No one dared to go near the caves, which were guarded by vicious, female
monsters with boar fangs, and hair of writhing, hissing snakes.
The three-legged bird had the huge wings of an albatross, the claws of an eagle
and hog’s tusks.
Scuttling towards him was a huge scorpion. The sun glinted on the sharp spikes
sprouting from its ten legs and the air trembled with every flap of its black, bat-
like wings and flick of its stinger-tipped tail.
As the lion-like creature stalked towards him, he spotted a hooded cobra arched
over its back.
Section 2 - Covering
Words
Bronze-skinned
Pale, white skin
Bright, poisonous green skin
Ill-fitting skin
Hard, leathery skin
Thick hide of leathery skin
Dirty, tangled hide
Bare skin around its face and neck
Practically hairless
Skin was black and hairless
Skin as slippery as polished leather
As wrinkled as a prune
A wrinkled hag
Furry body
White-furred wolf
Fur as white as snow
Yellowy fur
Furry, brown creature with a single crimson stripe across its face
Dark, hairy body
Short, dark ruffs on its neck
Long, black, matted hair
Locks of copper hair
Coarse, red hair
Long, sea-green hair
Thick tussocks of hair
Hair of living, venomous snakes
Black, tangled lion’s mane
Strange, feathery mane along its back
Billy-goat beard
Beard like a dragon
Hairy whiskers
Mane and beard like a bison
Scaly body
Snake scales
Scaly, clammy skin
Slippery scales
Dry, red, scaly skin
Reptilian scales
Glowing, blue scales
Red and white striped scales
Smooth like fish scales
Scales as soft as silk
Bird feathers
Feathers the colour of copper
Gleaming feathers of scarlet and gold
Mane of thick, black feathers
Scarlet breast feathers
Trailing black tail feathers
Ring of crimson feathers around its neck
Like a massive, moulting parrot
Bright plumage, shimmering greens, reds and blues
Spikes along its back
Stiff quill feathers
Steely hackles
Stiff, rod-like hair
Bristling, thorny spines all over
Spikes like wire along its spine
Porcupine quills
Body armour with spikes on its shoulders
Bony crests
Tough, armour-plated skin with pointed, bony plates
Triangular plates round its neck
Heavy, overlapping plates of bone on its shoulders and wings
Enormous tortoise shell
Stinger-tipped tentacles
Rows of suckers
Masses of fins like thin tentacles
Phrases – Verbs
No one dared to go near the caves, which were guarded by vicious, female
monsters with boar fangs and hair of writhing, hissing snakes.
The sun glinted on the sharp spikes sprouting from its ten legs.
Below the waist it was covered in black fur, and above, stinger-tipped tentacles
hung from its body.
Grinning maliciously at him was an ugly little goblin with a sly face, and hard,
leathery skin covered in warts.
Huge folds of sagging skin drooped from its long, snarling face.
Its scaly head was like that of a lizard and was surrounded by a hood of slime-
green and red skin.
Its small, narrow head had a rounded beak like a turtle. Its face was coldly
intelligent.
It was small and wrinkled, with a large, knobbly, bald head like a turnip.
It had an ape-like face with a beak. Some of its flesh was missing, as if it had been
eaten away by acid.
It had a cruel, metallic beak that curved from its head like a dagger, and dripped
blood from its last kill.
Two large tusks thrust upwards through the dense fur covering its face.
Her jaw unhinged and her yellow teeth elongated into fangs.
Its jaw dropped open as if it had been unhinged. An impossibly long, black
tongue was thrust out.
Its grotesque, thick lips were coated in spittle.
A black, reptilian tongue flicked far out from its scaly mouth.
Its forked tongue flickered constantly, tasting the air in search of its prey.
Its massive, pink, circular mouth was rimmed with shark’s teeth.
Fangs curled beneath its chin and dribbled with blood from its last kill.
Beneath the tentacles on its face were a pair of long, dripping fangs.
It had huge teeth like steel arrowheads that were capable of biting a shark in two.
A stream of venom shot into the air from the blow-hole on top of its head.
Scarlet poison sacs were just visible behind its rows of pointed teeth.
Its tongue lolled from its mouth, spraying them with foul saliva.
Fire blasted out of its open jaws, bathing the forest in orange flames.
The fangs jutting from its jaws were nearly as thick as his fist, their points as
sharp as a spear.
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Eyes
Words
Its red eyes burned with a cruel light from its long, snarling face.
Its glowing, red eyes were bulging and fierce in its grotesque face.
Its eyes were the size of headlights and cast wide beams of light on the ground in
front of it.
She closed her eyes to escape the cold, staring eyes that drilled into her from his
sharp-beaked bird’s head.
Above a curved beak as sharp as a blade, its bulging orange eyes burned like
furnaces.
Its eyes were on top of long stalks, which twisted and writhed as they followed
Kitty’s every movement.
It had piercing, red eyes, which glowed like flickering sparks in the dark.
As she looked at its eye sockets, she realised that it was clearly blind.
Its eyes were on long horns like snail’s eyes, and could move in and out like
telescopes.
Its raven-black eyes looked disturbingly intelligent – cold and calculating.
Its reptilian eyes flickered with a dangerous light as it watched her from the
shadows.
The thin, slitted black pupils of its amber-coloured, reptilian eyes regarded him
with a cold and lidless stare.
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Arms and legs
Section 1 - Arms and Hands
Words
There were long, deadly, brass talons on the ends of her fingers.
The ends of its fingers were speared by hooked claws like coat hangers.
Its arms were long like a baboon, and as it walked, its knuckles grazed along the
ground.
Its fingers and fingernails had fused together to make a honed set of sharpened
claws.
Dead, white fingers wriggled like mindless maggots from the end of its octopus
tentacles.
As its long arms dragged along the ground, its huge, menacing claws scraped
tracks in the earth.
It opened its hand and displayed its claws, which had points as sharp as daggers.
Razor-sharp talons as long as his fingers shot out from its claws barely a hair’s
breadth from his face.
One of its tentacles suddenly flicked out and whipped along the ground towards
him.
Section 2 - Legs and Feet
Words
Tree-trunk legs
Thin, two-legged beast
Legs like a horse
Legs of a goat and eagle talons
Six, short, thick legs like a hippopotamus
Six, octopus-like legs
Hind legs like tree trunks
Front legs shorter than the hind legs
Tiny front legs
Short, skinny front legs
Powerful front legs
Powerful hind legs and a kangaroo tail
Cushioned, furry paws
Long, agile legs and four-toed feet
Two, scaly legs
A dozen, skittering legs
Spurs on its front legs
Lion paws and vulture claws
Single large foot
Giant, chicken feet
Two, scaled chicken feet
Large tortoise feet
Seven clawed toes on each foot
Claws the size of a sword
Claws the size of a butcher’s knife
Suction cups on the tips of its toes
Brown, poisonous mist
Phrases – Verbs
The spurs on its front legs were linked to poison glands in its body.
A brown mist gushed from the spurs on its powerful front legs.
A single large foot extended from one thick leg in the middle of its body.
The giant shuffled clumsily on its tree-trunk legs and large tortoise feet.
It was a thin, two-legged beast, with seven clawed toes on each foot.
It had legs like a horse and its cushioned paws were tipped with vulture claws.
It had two, scaly legs and giant, chicken feet that ended in sharp claws.
Its hind legs were like huge tree trunks, but its front legs were short and skinny
and only used when it crawled on all fours.
It had powerful hind legs and feet, which were tipped with vicious talons the size
of a butcher’s knife.
Its powerful hind legs and kangaroo tail acted as a tripod, as it stood motionless,
watching them with its darting, red eyes.
Its feet could face backwards and forwards, so it was impossible to tell from its
footprints which direction the creature had taken.
The vile creature fell to the floor, and using its tiny front legs, it crawled into the
undergrowth.
It had a set of six octopus-like legs that made a dry, skittering sound as they
moved.
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Wings and tails
Section 1 - Wings
Words
It circled above, folded its long, scaly wings flat against its shoulders and dived
towards them.
The winged, death spirits sent the air rushing through the trees with every beat
of their huge, bat-like wings.
Its golden wings folded back along the length of its body.
She arched her back, stretched and two grey wings sprang from the neck of her
cloak.
Its thick, heavy tail dragged along behind it. The club at the end thumped on the
ground with every step.
Its tail was broad and flat like a squashed pine cone. The spikes studded along its
length made it a lethal weapon.
It hung from the branch by its long, lemur-like tail and swung towards them,
baring its needle-sharp teeth.
Its four, poisonous spines were thrust upwards like spears and thrashed the air,
searching for their target.
The huge lion had an enormous, whip-like tail with a hooded cobra on the tip.
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Smell and sound
Section 1 - Smell
Words
Rotting flesh
Stench of decay
Foul-smelling vapour
Pungent odour of decay
Phrases – Verbs
A foul-smelling vapour polluted the air with each beat of its wings.
The stink of rotting meat and decay clung to the beast like a rotting cloak.
Its fur reeked of decaying plants and foul water from years spent in the swamps.
Its breath stank of rotting meat and the blood from its last kill dripped from its
fangs.
She retched as the creature drew near and the stench of decay and rotting flesh
wafted towards her.
She was surrounded by the stench of poisonous acid squirting from the spurs on
its front legs.
Even though it was invisible, she knew the death spirit was near from the
pungent odour of decay and rotting flesh that followed it.
Section 2 - Sound
Words
The sound of beating of wings gave her a minute’s warning before it rushed
through the air and dived towards her.
The sound of lumbering footsteps grew louder and louder, vibrating through the
ground as the creature gradually got closer and closer.
A blood-curdling shriek somewhere nearby shattered the silence and made every
hair on his body stand on end.
She felt a gust of movement, heard a rasping, slithering sound, and then, to the
left of where she lay crouched in the undergrowth, came a vile gurgling, a
sinister sucking, snickering unlike anything she had heard before.
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Habitat
Words
Nouns Castle, church, graveyard, house, fireplace, boot, pipes, sewer, drains
Hills, mountains, rocks, caves, tunnels, underground
Swamp, creek, lake, river, pools, sea, ocean, seashell
Forest, tree, trunk
Adjectives Dark, damp, swampy
Ruined, deserted, haunted
Verbs Lived, lodged, inhabited, guarded
Phrases – Nouns and Adjectives
Hill-dwelling creature
Trunks of large trees
Dark caves and tunnels
Rock crevices
Ruined castles
Deserted graveyards
Swampy habitats
Deep pools
Rivers with dangerous currents
Enormous rock in the middle of the ocean
Phrases - Verbs
It hid in the rocks and only came out at night to search for prey.
It lived underground and tunnelled through the earth, uprooting trees in its path.
The lake was guarded by a huge, humped monster that stretched from shore to
shore. Its humps looked like islands dotted across the water.
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Movement
Words
Left no footprints
Galloped without any sound
Stalked at night amongst the silent trees
Dragged its clawed foot over the ground
Ran in pecking strides
Shuffled forwards
Loped out of the shadows
Swayed as it walked in a zig-zag path
Edged forward, swinging its head from side to side
Slid its scaly skin over the gravel
Twisted and writhed as it slithered across the courtyard
Slipped beneath the surface of the water
Passed in a swirl of dust
Scampered down the path
Streaked across the room
Darted out from the undergrowth
Slithered very quickly in both directions
Turned at lightning speed
Moved in silence like a projectile
Moved faster than any of them could follow
Shinned up the tree as if it was a staircase
Skimmed over the waves
Shot across the water
Beat at the air and rose in a spiral
Reared up, spread its wings
Furled its wings against its back
Snapped its wings close to its body
Circled around them in a spiral
Unfolded its wings, and shot back up into the sky
Stretched out its wings to beat the air in a deadly rhythm
Fanned its wings
Spiralled up through the smoke and flames
Swooped out of the treetops
Dived at the tree directly above their heads
Plunged like darts towards the treetops
Swooped downwards in a heart-stopping dive
Spiralled down to find a landing place
Swooped to a halt in mid-air
Paused to hover in mid-air, wings flapping
Jerked its head up
Rolled its head from side to side
Swung its head to and fro
Dipped its head from side to side
Rammed its head into the entrance
Flattened out its neck like a cobra
Twitched its feelers rapidly from side to side
Lowered its snout to sniff
Like wolfhounds sniffing for prey
Tasted the air with its tongue
Sniffed the air, taking deep breaths, trying to locate the scent
Flicked its tail with a furious rattle
Flicked its tail with an angry twitch
Whipped from side to side
Whipped its tail behind it as it leapt out of the way
Waved its clawed fingers in the air
Landed on its haunches
Hunkered down
Dropped to all fours
Dropped into a shallow crouch
Crouched on its hind quarters
Rose up out of the swamp
Reared up behind him
Reared up on its hind legs
Uncoiled itself to its full height
Pawed the ground
Gored and pierced the shadows
Prowled restlessly
Took a pace towards her
Slunk towards her
Stepped closer and clawed at the air in front of him
Sentences
It walked slowly, clumsily dragging its clawed foot over the ground.
It stretched out its leathery wings and beat the air in a deadly rhythm.
Swooping out of the treetops, it plunged like a dart, diving at the tree directly
above their heads.
It swayed as it walked in a zig-zag path, swinging its head from side to side.
Faster than any of them could follow, it shinned up the tree like a silent
projectile.
Suddenly, it tasted the air with its tongue, then dipped its head from side to side.
It landed on its haunches in the middle of the cave, swiping at the air with its
clawed fingers.
Kitty’s legs were jerked from under her as she was lassoed by the silk thread
from its mouth. It snaked around her legs and wound round and round, until her
feet were locked together by the sticky ball at the end. Waving her arms wildly,
she grasped for a hold as she was dragged towards the cave and the spider’s web.
Sweat had collected on her forehead and was trickling down the side of
her nose into her eyes. Frantically, she squeezed them shut, blinking rapidly
to clear her vision. Sudden hope surged through her. As she turned her head,
she had seen a glint of metal… to her left… within touching distance… her
dagger!
His muscles were locked. The icy breath had fallen like a mist and frozen him to
the spot. He was unable to move, unable to run. His mouth frozen in a silent
scream, his eyes wide with terror, he stood motionless as the beast towered
over him.
Words
Its pillar-like teeth closed around the body and crushed the life out of it.
The warts on its skin split open and it squirted its deadly poison.
It blew up like a balloon and squirted brown acid from its eyes.
It tore the flesh from its prey with savage teeth like barbed spikes on a trap.
Women and children were lured into the lake by the enchanting songs it played
on its harp.
Keeping his eyes fixed to the floor, he avoided her stare, knowing that it would
turn him to stone.
Whipping its head around, it spat out a stream of acid, which sizzled as it hit the
ground at his feet.
Bolt after bolt of white-hot flames shot out of its mouth until the forest was
engulfed in a swirling wall of flames.
As it blasted fire out of its open jaws, thunder clapped from its wings and
lightning shot from its eyes.
It plunged its poisonous tail into him, shooting acid-laced venom into his leg that
sizzled as it burnt through his skin.
He could easily imagine the creature killing him with one swipe of its massive
paw.
It slashed with blinding speed and pinned her to the ground with one massive
paw.
With a whip-like stroke, it lashed down and caught him on the side of the face
with its claw.
It lowered its curved bull’s horn, pawed the ground and slammed into him,
gouging his chain mail and sending him sprawling into the wall.
It bared its needle-sharp teeth. Then, in a lightning fast move, it lunged towards
her and snapped them inches from her cheek.
Enormous front claws grabbed her and lifted her into the air.
It plunged out of the night sky, sliced the air in front of her face, grabbed her in
its front claws and vaulted in the air.
With blinding speed, it lashed in a whip-stroke, and cut into her side with its
claws.
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Interaction with and reaction to the creature
The S/C-I-R Structure
As the rasping, slithering sound drew closer, a shiver charged down her spine
like an electric shock. She ducked back into one of the other caves and stood
there, behind a pillar, not daring to move.
He was crouched behind the wall. Hadn’t moved a muscle for ten minutes.
Waited – still did not move. Still there was no sign. He was certain that they
were somewhere nearby. His eyes darted from side to side, probing the
shadows, searching for the slightest movement. To his left… a flicker of
movement. Then another, above him, to his right. Another and another,
swarming towards him. His heart almost stopped. They were coming at him
from all directions; their giant, wasps’ heads swooping towards him. He started to
run, not daring to look back, the sound of his breathing roaring in his ears, as
his racing pulse sent an explosion of adrenalin surging through his veins.
Section 1 - Interaction
Words
Closing in on her
About to turn away when…
Just getting back to his feet when…
As they were about to leave the cover of the rocks…
When he reached the corner…
All he had a chance to notice was…
As soon as he was out of sight…
Without even looking up…
Not sure where it would take her
Hid amongst…
Hid when she heard…
Looked around for a place to hide
Searched for a hiding place
Backed away and set about finding somewhere to hide
Slipped into the shadows
Lay in the shadows under…
Slunk back into the shadows
Stuck to the shadows
Shied away from…
Retreated into the shadow behind…
Shrank back against the wall, glancing from side to side
Backed quietly away towards…
Staggered back
Scurried for cover behind…
Stopped, spun around, and dropped onto his belly
Turned, and melted back into…
Dipped his head
Dropped onto her knees
Ducked and rolled underneath…
Ducked back into one of the other caves and stood there
Ducked down, seeking cover behind…
Dived the last few feet into the shelter of…
Lowered herself to the ground
Sank to her hands and knees
Dropped his back against the wall
Sank down at the base of one of the trees
Slid back against the… onto his haunches
Ducked down behind the… so he couldn’t be seen
Crouched behind the rocks halfway up the slope
Bent down lower and peered through…
Dropped flat
Went to ground
Hit the dirt
Flung herself down behind…
Scrambled for cover behind…
Threw himself to the floor
Scattered, diving for cover in the undergrowth
Darted behind…
Had frozen in mid-crawl
Poised on one knee and one muddy hand
Dug herself in deeply behind…
Covered herself with leaves and pine needles
Climbed up the oak until she found a sturdy fork in the tree where she could
stay undetected
Dragged herself into the tangled bushes at the base of the trees
Scooped out a hollow under the bushes
Waited in edgy silence
Waited without moving
Hadn’t moved a muscle for ten minutes
Waited a few minutes longer
Waited silently in the shadows until he was sure that…
Waited, motionless, for what seemed like an eternity
Jerked her head back into the shadows
Sat cross-legged on the floor in the shadows
All he could do was lie still, hugging the ground
Crept along the floor against the wall until she was…
Crawled underneath… so that she was hidden by…
Crawled to the edge of the bushes and peered out
Rolled to the ground, flattening himself against…
Rolled into the high grass so that she was out of sight
Flattened himself against…
Wedged himself behind…
Pressed her back against…
Eased himself up behind…
Covered his head with his hands
Wrapped his arms round his head and ducked low
Peered over…
Sneaked a glance at…
Glanced up and peered through…
Leaned forward so that she could see around…
Edged carefully along until he was able to peer out
From where he was crouching he could see…
Leaned back out as far as he dared to…
Listened for the sound of…
Listened intently
Sprang to their feet
Scrambled to her feet
Launched himself up from the ground
Hauled himself to his feet
Began backing away slowly
Scuttled back to the shadows
Retraced his steps
Headed towards the nearest…
Turned sharp left
Fled in different directions
Stopped when he reached…
Made his way down…
Scurried along…
Knew he had to move quickly
Forced himself to move faster
Tried to gain as much ground as possible
Tried to put as much distance as possible between her and her assailants
Quickened his pace
Raced towards…
Darted back into…
Bolted up…
Broke into a run
Ran blindly on
Ran on until his lungs were bursting
Ran for his life
Began running towards…
Started running again, trying to get out of sight
Ran faster, pushing herself to the limit
Kept on running, arms pumping, her lungs burning
Pressed on, running when he could
Hurtled towards the shadows
Dashed the last few yards
Turned blindly to the right at the end
Swerved to the right, down another tunnel
Darted and dodged through the trees
Ran, bobbing and weaving across…
Weaved in and out of the bushes
Ran again, slashing through the branches, heading for the darkest part of the
forest
Dodged left and right down the warren of passages
Crashed through the undergrowth, stumbling as she ran
Stumbled towards the tree she had spotted
Blundered and slipped
Fought his way through the undergrowth that grasped at his ankles as he
passed
Stumbled on the rutted forest floor
Tripped over rocks and shattered pillars
Slid on the loose stones
Stumbled over a ledge and hit the ground
Stumbled on, almost falling on some tree roots
Landed on his belly, scrabbled up and carried on
Slipped and slid in the boggy marsh
Recovered his balance and kept running
Managed to keep his balance
Hauled herself up, edged along
Pulled herself up onto the next branch, then the next
Climbed higher and higher
Leaped the low stone wall
Vaulted roots
Launched himself down the slope
Dropped the last few metres
Crashed down on the ground
Knew that it was a long way to fall if he slipped
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She caught a flicker of movement. Looking up, she saw it standing at the top of
the slope.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a hideous creature crawling out from
behind the tomb. A giant, wasp’s head was attached to its black, porcupine body,
on the end of which was a poisonous tail stinger.
It was heading in his direction. He could hear the scuttling of clawed feet as it
moved close to where he lay in the shadows.
It hovered close to his hiding place. He could hear its flapping wings. Any minute
it would look down and spot him. He had to find somewhere else to hide… and
quick.
She was unaware of his presence, skulking in the shadows behind the boulders.
She didn’t look in his direction. He could see the hissing snakes on her head
flicking their tongues, tasting the air. If she had looked for more than a few
seconds she would have seen him.
The huge scorpion stopped metres from where he was crouched. The sun glinted
on the sharp spikes sprouting from its ten legs and the air trembled with every
flap of its black, bat-like wings as it scanned the area. He could hear the flick of
its stinger-tipped tail in the dust.
She slipped further into the shadows and flattened herself against the wall.
Lowering herself to the ground inside the ditch, she waited a few minutes longer,
and then peered over the muddy lip.
Holding her breath, she waited, sitting down carefully, drawing her knees up
against her chest so she couldn’t be seen.
Quickly, he dived for cover. Wedging himself behind a pile of rocks, he froze –
motionless as if carved from stone.
Rob scooped out a hollow under the bushes and covered himself with leaves and
pine needles.
She was crouched behind the tree. Hadn’t moved a muscle for ten minutes.
Waited – still did not move. Still there was no sign. She peered through the
hanging branches.
Cautiously, Kitty leaned forward so that she could see around the trunk of the
tree.
They all dropped flat, going to ground, and with an automatic action rolled into
the high grass so that they were out of sight.
They walked for another ten minutes, neither of them speaking, and then they
saw it up ahead.
Whirling round, she found herself face-to-face with the ape. Huge folds of
sagging skin flopped around its long, snarling face as it swung its head from side
to side, sniffing the air.
It was closing in on her. She knew she had to move quickly. Swiftly, she retraced
her steps through the twists and turns of the tunnel.
It was as if the hideous squawking was coming from all directions at once. He
quickened his pace, but the ground was uneven and he stumbled, crashing to the
ground.
Hauling herself up onto the ledge, Katie edged along to the rail and grasped it
with both hands.
Whirling to the left, she just managed to evade it. She sprinted down the hill, not
daring to glance back, just trying to gain as much ground as possible.
She stopped when she reached the narrow track. She had heard something… the
snap of a twig. She hurtled back towards the trees… the safety of the shadows.
Almost at the top, almost safe… almost. He forced himself to move faster, but he
also knew that it was a long way to fall if he slipped.
She scrambled to her feet, and began to move, not sure which way to go, only
knowing that she couldn’t stay where she was.
He darted and dodged through the trees. Blundering and slipping, he fought his
way through the undergrowth, which was grasping at his ankles.
Bent over, she tried to get her breath, risking a glance over her shoulder. She
started running again, trying to get out of sight… forcing herself to ignore the
burning that was creeping up her legs.
Faster and faster she ran, pushing herself to the limit, running blindly on, trying
to put as much distance as possible between her and the hideous creature.
With a new sense of urgency, they plunged deeper into the cave, letting its
shadows swallow them.
He launched himself down the slope, sliding on the loose stones, but just
managing to keep his balance and surging on.
He rose to his feet, and sprinted to the wall, dropping to his knees behind it.
Never once did she turn and look back… just kept on running, arms pumping, her
lungs burning.
She was up and running again, slashing through the branches, heading for the
darkest part of the forest.
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She shook from the effort of holding herself still until it passed.
Every nerve in his body warned him not to move, even though his arm was
shaking and pins and needles prickled painfully in his ankle.
Kitty was shaking with terror and dread that at any moment it would glance in
her direction and she would be discovered.
A tingling sixth sense made him look up. As he turned his head, he froze. It was
standing right above him.
He could hear the hissing calls getting closer. A shiver charged down his spine
like an electric shock.
She felt the fear like a coiled spring in the pit of her stomach.
She wanted to get up and run, but she knew she couldn’t. She felt a rush of air as
it swiped at the branches with its clawed fingers.
As the blood pounded in her temples, her brain quickened and all her senses were
alert.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she heard it moving closer and closer.
The only bit of him that was moving was his heart, which pounded so hard it
seemed about to break his ribs.
As he glanced back, his heart almost stopped. They were coming at him from all
directions, and closing in on him.
An explosion of adrenalin raced through her body and she quickened her pace.
She started to run, not daring to look back, the sound of her breathing roaring in
her ears, her pulse thumping hard. She didn’t dare stop.
The sound of his own breathing was almost deafening in the silence.
Clasping her hands in her lap, she moved her lips silently in prayer.
His voice was hardly more than a whisper from the shadows.
The fear of being caught choked off his breath into unsteady, rasping gasps, until
he was gulping for air.
She breathed heavily, choking back the bile that rose in her throat.
When she thought of what would happen if they caught her, she was blasted by
an explosion of terror that made her wince and tremble, her palms sweaty, her
heart racing.
His wide eyes strained to pierce the darkness, darting wildly from side to side,
certain it was somewhere nearby.
Sweat had collected on his forehead and was trickling down the side of his nose
into his eyes. He squeezed them shut and blinked rapidly.
He was unable to move, unable to run. His mouth frozen in a silent scream, his
eyes wide with terror, he stood motionless as the beast towered over him.
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Defeating the creature
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As its tail lashed down, Kitty leapt sideways, narrowly avoiding the spikes
studded along its length.
He dived to the side to evade the venomous spines that shot from its legs.
It dipped its head, pawed the ground, charged… thrusting the single, spiral horn
in the middle of its forehead at Tom’s chest. He threw himself to the side. He was
too late. The tip of the horn clipped his side, sending him crashing to the ground.
It circled above, folded its long, scaly wings flat against its shoulders and dived
towards her. With every beat of its huge, bat-like wings, a rush of air gusted
towards her. She watched as it dived directly at her, and sprang aside at the very
last moment.
It came at her in a blur of clashing claws and fangs. She ducked as its claws sliced
the air in front of her face.
Tom rolled frantically across the ground away from the furious swipe of its
pincers that had raked down either side of his head.
Forced to retreat, jammed up against the wall, he crouched behind his shield. He
fought desperately to keep its massive horned bill from slashing at his head, but
each stab of its beak jarred his arm painfully, and was weakening his grip.
She snatched her foot away as its jaws snapped a hair’s breadth from her leg.
As he looked at its eye sockets, he realised that it was blind. Careful to keep his
movements as silent as possible, he began backing slowly away, but dead leaves
rustled under his feet and the beast froze.
Holding up his reflective shield, he watched the gorgon moving towards him.
Each time she changed direction, he followed her with his shield, protecting his
eyes from looking directly at her.
As he scurried back on his elbows, the slavering snout thrust inches from his face.
He cowered down, wrapped his arms over his head, squeezed his eyes shut as a
powerful stream of venomous, yellow drool sprayed from its mouth.
The stinger jabbed into his shield with such force, he staggered back.
Quick as lightning, she leapt aside, vaulted the wall and ducked down behind it.
As the wings sprouted from the sides of his sandals, he rose in the air, his sword
poised.
With his eyes fixed on the roaring beast rearing up on its hind legs, he gripped
his shield and crouched, his sword thrust out in front of him.
She darted from side to side, brandishing her sword in its face.
Like a wasp, he buzzed around, never letting the lumbering creature get too close.
Springing forward, he gripped the shaft of his spear and levelled it at the
charging beast.
More and more dirt swirled into the cave with every deadly beat of its wings. Her
hand slid to the dagger in her ankle strap. She slunk back into the shadows,
waiting, clutching the handle.
The next moment, she bounded forward, knife raised, and slashed at the
underside of its body.
With an almighty crack, she flicked her golden whip out in front of her and with
another vicious flick of her wrist, she slashed at one of its tentacles.
Without taking her eyes from the vile raptor, she picked up a stone from the
ground. She swung the sling rapidly in circles around her head, and then, with a
deft flick of her wrist, released it. She watched, holding her breath, until, with a
tremendous thud, it smashed into its left eye and sent it crashing to the ground.
As it rammed its head into the entrance, she picked up a handful of gravel, flung
it into its eyes and smashed its muzzle with her shield.
He backed away, edging towards the fire. When he was close enough, he lunged,
snatched a flaming branch and jabbed at its head.
As it emerged in the clearing, she seized an arrow, fitted it and let it fly. The
arrow flew towards its target in a shower of blue sparks, finding its mark in the
centre of its forehead.
The arrow, fire blazing along the tip, flew through the air and pierced its right
wing.
She let loose another arrow, and another, with deadly accuracy.
It seized her ankle and yanked, dragging her closer to its gnashing teeth.
Wrenching her foot away, she leaned back and slammed both feet into its face as
hard as she could.
Rolling underneath the creature, he launched himself between its hind legs, and
thrust his sword up into its middle.
Darting forward, he slashed his sword in a vicious arc and sliced off one of the
writhing snakes, but, in the time it took for him to draw back his sword, another
had taken its place.
A searing pain jarred his arm as he struck the metal feathers, but the sword
merely bounced off, with no effect. In desperation, he flipped his sword
backwards and hammered it in the chin with the hilt.
He smashed the beak with his shield, and, at the same time, he stabbed his sword
into its body, cutting away one of its tentacles.
Tom lunged at the beast’s throat and then darted out of reach of its stabbing
sting.
As the shadow of the bird fell over her, she swung her shield from her shoulder
and lunged upwards with her sword.
Fire ran along the blade as he cut the air into a thousand slices, his sword a
blinding blur.
Taking a quick step forward, he thrust with his spear, and skewered the serpent
with the steel blade.
As the sword struck the creature’s side, it recoiled. The moment the deadly steel
made contact with its skin, it exploded into fragments that turned to ash as they
hit the ground.
With one final thrust, he slid his sword into the beast’s heart.
Appendix
Describe the event that gets the hero involved in the adventure.
Does he meet someone who may go on the journey, give advice or give
him something to complete the quest, for example, an object with
magical powers, a piece of valuable wisdom as to how to defeat the
villain?
Does he find useful clues?
Note: As the villain could be a human or creature, for ease, the term villain
has been used and can refer to either.
The hero:
will learn something about the villain that reveals the extent of the
danger he faces.
Storms
Losing his talisman.
The hero:
Don’t just tell the reader what is happening. Describe the hero’s feelings
(reaction) and his interaction (movements/actions) with the setting and/or
the enemy.
Where do they meet? Describe any barriers to entering the setting, any
advantages that the setting provides for the villain.
How does the hero defeat the villain?
Does the hero have any help, for example, the special object?
How is he feeling?
Is he injured?
What happens to the villain?
Name
Age
Physical description: face, eyes, voice,
clothes, armour
Distinctive features
What is the hero most afraid of?
What is his/her weakness?
Does the hero have any secrets, skills
or unusual traits? What special object
does he/she have that enhances
his/her powers and skills?
What are the hero’s main interests?
Who are the members of his/her
family?
What do they do?
Do any of them have a secret?
Who are his/her close friends?
Will any of them help/hinder the
hero?
Do they have any special skills or
secrets?
What has the hero got to gain by
achieving the task, overcoming the
challenge?
What has the hero got to lose if
he/she fails?
How does the hero change?
What is his/her reward?
Additional information
Name
Type
Habitat
Appearance:
Parts
Size
Shape
Colour
Colour
Covering
Head
Eyes
Body
Arms and legs
Wings and tails
Smell
Sound
Movement
Weapons/attack
Defeat/destruction
Additional information
Object
Description
How did the object come to be in the
hero’s possession?
How does the hero discover what the
object can do?
For what purpose could the object be
used?
Guidance, protection, escape, weapon
How and when does the hero use the
object?
object?
Additional information
The setting
The creature
Suspense: wind/sky
Suspense: rain