I looked up from my loom and saw a dark, shadowy figure approaching to me. It is barging and making heavy footstep toward me.

His eyes are onyx. It is coal. Whilst it was barging though the crowds, it was faster than I thought. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. This is or was a nightmare? Why me? What have I done by the way? Stomp. STOMP. STOMP! Oh no! It is a nightmare that is alive in the Earth. Now the infuriated figure raced towards me in full battle armour. However, the figure is so ugly. Why an ugly person? Why not handsome? The figure has so many wrinkles that it is an old person.  Its eye was scrunched up like a person angry. Anyway why would figure come to me to tell me off just for telling people that I was good at weaving? I mean, there is no point of the figure coming towards me what I have only done is telling people that I am good. Not that bad. When it stood right in front of me, the figure shouted “How dare you act like a god! You are just boasting!”

“What have I doing wrong?” I replied.

“You have offended us as like you are a god when you are just a coward human.” Snapped the figure. Then the figure disappeared. I was shocked. I was ashamed.  I will never boast again.

I peered over my loom and saw someone darting left and right twisting and turning in and out of the crowed. I could just about spot where she was going, she was heading for me! I was scared but then I lost her. I started to look around but she had truly gone, where had she come from? I decided to go back to my weaving but then I suddenly heard footsteps and I knew she was coming. She stood firmly in front of me.” DONT YOU DARE INSULT THE GODS!”As she said that her pungent breaths waft into the demented sky.

By Oskar

Friday   13^th   November 2015

  I glanced up from my dented shield and saw a dark mysterious figure trudging through the mud towards me. His head was lowered like a broken twig, his eyes are two everlasting fireballs staring back at me. His muscles are tensed with fury. The dark mysterious figure lifted up one of my best warriors with his right arm and held him on the floor and he bled. “Ajax!” Ordered the dark heartless figure furiously “You must re-join the war and fight for the Greeks.”

Who is the figure?

By Leo

I look up from the battlefield and saw a dark figure glaring at me you shall battle said Ares, I cannot we are losing they burnt our ships no you will not lose I will not let that happen so cum on shouted Ares all ready blood splattered on his helmet I could tell Ares was loving this then he said come on Ares threw his red ruby spear and sliced through 20 men. Then Ares took his helmet and then I saw his real face his eyes were moonstones he had a scar covering over his eyes it was so scared you could see the bone with his fists clenched up his fists you could tell something in his life was very very bad. Then he got a sword and sliced through some ones hip.

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.