I spotted a figure dragging his feet across the plain white marble. He was coming towards me and my trusty loom, I looked up he was silently muttering whilst hissing and snarling away. He lowered his head and his eyes were glaring, he was in full battle armour, blood had been splashed onto his helmet.

As he was ambling past the crowd, he was giving penetrating stares. He was extremely impatient I knew he was coming towards me; however, I could not change the future so I carried on weaving as usual. His eyes were like volcanoes about explode and erupt with lava. He was shoving past everyone as if he was on a higher standard than everybody else (I don’t think he was). He was causing terrible arguments He looked so irritated. He had such a dark and shadowy figure.

I could see that people were trying to get rid of him and it did not end very well at all for them. He had bared teeth and his face was wrinkled. I was in disgust! His mouth twisted and went small with revulsion. “Sorry please can you just move out of the way a little?” said a lady “move out of the way you want me to move out of the way for you? Do you know who I am, peasant” he exclaimed. He instantly pushed her out of the way. silence

 As I glared up from my glass of wine I spotted from the corner of my eye a dark shadow circling the room. Suddenly the midnight black door creaked open all was black apart from a pale scull-like face that split into an evil grin. His icy blue eyes narrowed to slits. His dark heavy boots dragged across the carpet. Then he spoke his voice was like ice cold venom fresh from a blood thirsty python. “It is time Demeter” “c…c…can w…we…just wait for summer”

“never, we made our promise”   

As I glanced up a swift movement in the crowd caught my eye it was a hooded figure with long brown hair then I blinked and she was gone. I went back to weaving and then I heard someone catching their breath behind me. I sprang to my feet fearing the worst but it was that hooded figure who I saw in the crowed she was tall and had broad shoulders. Her eyes were cold icy black pebbles, she had thin stern lips wanting to tell me something. Her face was pale almost white. She had bulging muscles that made me scared of her. Then she said in a venomous whisper ‘you shall not offend the gods,’ as she was speaking her eyes darted from side to side.

Who’s the hooded figure?

Enveloped in the crowd of enraged warriors, I caught a glimpse of a hooded character surreptitiously drifting in and out of sight. He was ghosting through the seemingly never-ending sea of bronze armour. He had resplendent crimson robes and immaculate golden shoes. His eyes were two gleaming moonstones burrowing deep into my body, not once shifting his gaze from my beaten body.

One moment I could sight him, the next I couldn’t. But he could always see me. He was gradually drawing closer, bearing down on me. Feeling his oven like breath on my scarred body, I panicked and took a sizable step backwards.

After Disappearing and then reappearing behind my back he beckoned me to face him.

“Do not be a coward, find your inner strength and show the world what you can do, you have the backing of us.” He whispered, his voice almost muted.

Can you guess the god?

I looked up and saw a huge hulky figure; he was enveloped in expensive armour with intricate patterns on his shield.  But I only looked for a fraction of a second because he was storming towards me.

Two men fighting scampered in front of him. A bad move I thought. A deathly scowl took hold on his face. It suted him. His face was peppered in scars. He threw a punch at one of the men. The man soared high into the air and landed on the shingle near me.

The hulky man channelled a path of destruction. He stepped on the dead and wounded not caring. Then I decided it was time to run. I sprinted into my hut, only stopping to lock the door. I cowered in the corner of the hut. Hoping this hooded figure wasn’t as mean as his looks were conveying. Though if he was i was as god as dead. Then a loud crash. The door fell uselessly to the floor. It had been reduced to mach wood. The man thundered towards me, crouched down and rasped” rejoin the fight.”

I looked up from the floor blood every were . A dark figure walking in a strait line slashing through every one Greek and Trojan .His armor and sword splatterd in blood ,cape torn and bloody .He was only a couple of meters away now then he took his helmet to to reveal a monstrous face his cheek gashed open dried blood covered his face ,were his eye should have been was a mix of eye jelly and flesh .A scab replaced his nose he had a huge piece of mettle stuck in his head from a sword .Get up said the warrior i did what he said fight lead the Greeks to victory ! and with that he vanished.