Mysterious Figure
I was happily enjoying my cup of rose red wine, when I heard an ear-piercing CRASH! I went to go check when I realized that a tall, dark figure was circling my wooden hut. I was petrified. It was wearing a raven black cloak, like it had been covered in soot.

It started storming towards me. It was like a fierce, untamed lion stalking its prey. As it got closer and closer to me, it took off its cloak to reveal a furious, vicious soldier. I was able to catch a glimpse of his scarred face. It was so scratched you could almost see the dirty bones, separating each side of his face.

He was dressed as a soldier; his helmet was dripping with blood. His plume was stained fiery red. His sword was as silver as a shiny medal. His eyes were pierced and unflinching and he was glaring at me like I was an animal, ready to be killed. “How dare you leave the fight, you coward!”He shouted with fury.#

A different soldier sprinted towards him and was about to slice him in two bits, when the figure grabbed him by the neck tightly. The soldiers face began to turn as red as fire. He finally let go, gasping for air. He scrambled to his feet then ran back into the chaotic battle. I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t. I was frozen in place, left to be terrified to death by the horrific, scary figure.

I looked up from my loom and saw a dark figure pushing his way through the crowd.

His  bode was tens .

He was vishus and firss.

He was raging with anger.

His eyes wer bludshot.

His pale fass stood stil stering  strait at me.

His voys was dark .

Which God am I?

Lo: can I show what type of character my god is?

I gazed up from my glass wine; a dark shadow was circling my hut. His feet dragging across the grainy sand, I could hear his rasping breath against the wall. The sound of the wind howling danced into my ears. I scampered to the back of my hut. Slowly the door opened. In floated a figure wearing a raven hooded cloak. His ghostly white face glanced up at me. The figures eyes were two pure black marbles, he had yellow gritted teeth and his damp hair had been cut at. All colour had been drained from his hollow face .In a deep voice he groaned “you have been ungrateful to your leaders and fellow warriors, you will be deprived of all respect in the underworld!” He gasped. “W…Who are you?”  I stuttered. Before he could reply, a dark mist filled the hut stripping me of all sight of the man. When the mist finally parted the man had gone and all that was left was a stain on the white marble floor  where he‘d been standing.

LO: Can I show what type of character my god is?

I glanced up into the midnight blue sky and I saw a figure descending from the heavens. She whizzed past me!

She was short but fast. Her eyes were gleaming like polished diamonds. She walked light on her feet and her hair gracefully floated in the calm night breeze. I heard her prowling through the emerald grass with silent feet.

A soft voice echoed from the bushes saying “you call yourself a hero, but we all know that you are no hero.” She whispered. “Yes I am.” I said. “Prove it!” she growled. “I will!” I roared.

She leaped forward and stared at me coldly with ice-blue eyes. Her golden bow glowed in the night and her clothes as soft as silk.

I glanced up from my canvas, only to see a woman striding towards me proudly, as if she were walking along a cat walk. In my mind I was wondering what a woman like her would want anything to do with me? My tapestrys! She probably wanted me to weave a picture of her! I grasped my needle and started to pretend I was weaveing something. I peered up to see if she was still approaching me, but she was towering over me like a temple, fixing her hair in a mirror covered in precious gems.

“ You better stop what you’re doing…” there was a deafening silence while she fiddled with a loose gem on the back of the mirror. “NOW!” she shouted. Her angelic voice echoed throughout the market. Everybody stopped what they were doing and stared.

“We shall have a Weave off!” She declared. When she said that I knew what I had to do. This lady was acting like a Goddess, and I’m sure she’s not, so I’ll make a fool of her and every one of the gods.

She turned her back to the crowed. “I’ll see you tomorrow at sunrise.”

Friday 13th November 2015

As I glanced up I saw a tall dark figure approaching towards me. The figure was shoving and pushing their way towards me. I wasn’t sure how I was going to re-act.
When I first saw the terrifying figure I soon realized that it was Arese! He had a dark scar across his beady eye and splattered blood across his heavy metal helmet. His legs were crised crossed with scars. But when I saw the mysterious eyes all they were focused on was my light green eyes. His eyes are two black marbles filed with fire. His heart was filled with fury and sparks of lightning.

Outside I could hear the rustling trees and the howling wind. The harsh breeze was making Areses black bold cloke rustle. His deep breaths made me shiver and shake, it was like a moving nightmare.

Then when he first spoke to me, his voice was the deepest voice like in a horror movie. “MISTAKES!……………….You have made many mistakes.”
He got closer. He was as silent as a shadow and his armour was as dark as a midnight sky, but instead of stars it was ……………BLOOD! All I could see was a dark soul in side of him.

LO: Can show what type of character my god is?

I glanced up from my loom and saw a dark figure stumbling through the crowd. ‘Excuse me, could you possibly move’ he kept saying in a soft trembled voice. His calloused hands, which were wrapped around his shaking stomach, were jet black. They were old and worn out they had been working hard I could tell. However his eyes were flinching at the smallest movements that the crowd made. They were like a never ending earthquake. The cowardly figure was getting on my nerves if he wanted to tell me something he should just step forward and talk to me. But I knew that he wouldn’t talk me unless I talked to him first. ‘You their’ I bellowed ‘just come and talk to me’ the figure trembled and stepped forward. ‘Well the thing is you have apparently gone against the gods, would it be ok if you possibly stopped?’ he asked in such an anxious voice. The figure had been sent from mount Olympus. He was a god, but he hardly acted like one.

 Which Greek deity has arrived to warn Arachne?

A MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

I was weaving well as usual, sitting on my stall, when I glanced up and darting through the crowd, I saw a mysterious figure. She was light on her feet and always looking around. Her dark eyes were scrunched up and constantly darting from side to side. In the strong wind her wild, wiry hair flowed. Her eyes brows were thin and low and the bones were showing on her cheeks. She was creeping low, like she was hiding from the crowd. Like a spring, she leapt out the way as a strong bold man was about to bump into her. Then she saw me. She crept closer and closer to me, she was so low down she was almost on the ground. “What are you doing?”She whispered.  “I’m w…w…w…w…wea…wea…weaving,” I replied nervously. “Yes, you are weaving. But what have you got that effects you and everyone?”She said. “I…I don’t know.” I said. “ You’ve got hubris, and you need to stop.”

You know that this is a god going to warn Arachne to stop having hubris, but which god? In your comments write which god you think it is.

I just finished explaining to someone about weaving. I turned around and saw a mysterious broad shouldered figure barging towards me.

He stopped, shouted at random people, then carried on barging his way towards me. As he came closer, I could identify more and more of this strange man, he had scars all over his face, blood dripping from his arms and  blood shot eyes.

He screamed across the open plan area, “How dare you treat yourself like a god. You are not immortal! You shall treat us with respect, this is your first warning, your second… Well you’ll probably find out later in your life.”

This startled me.  As soon as I heard this, I listened to half of the warning. The other half I wish I had.

 Which Greek deity has arrived to deliver their warning?

I squinted up and saw the gory battle get worse. It was going to end soon.

I peered down at my feet and then back at the fight. In the centre a dark figure appeared, suddenly, prowling around searching for something. This mysterious figure twisted her head; she was glaring at me! Her eyes were gleaming moonstones. As she dodged the warriors, who were giving up their lives, she was constantly side stepping in and out of the mist. Her shining golden hair was like shooting stars darting across the sky.

As she spun around in time to avoid death a spear missed her by a millimetre. She was now sneaking through the fighters heading towards me!

As her hand reached for the dark rusty handle of the rickety door I realized that she was coming in.

She was wearing a deep sapphire cloak right down to her knees. Her skin was pale. She had a fierce gaze that made me go cold. I saw her face: small but powerful. Her eyes could stun a stag with one ferocious stare.

“You ungrateful little soul” she hissed. “Join the fight, now”

“Your Best friend has done so much for you but all you do is sit here and drink wine. Do you realize what you have done? Patroklos is leading an army into battle and you are being so arrogant,” She continued murmuring.

“What can you say? You are not in my shoes. Go away, you are not welcome here,” I replied confidently.

“Zeus is against you!” she hissed again. With those last words she took out her bow made from oak and a golden shaft. She pulled it back and sent  the grievous shaft out of the window and towards the battle. She mysteriously disappeared.

Which Greek deity has arrived to deliver their warning?