Lancelot - Adventures of Odysseus

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The cave was was hotter than caves should be. Entering it, my men and I could see the place was very eerie and very gloomy. The cave was a black hole-a silent, screaming mouth in a rocky hill. Where water had leaked in from the rocks the walls and floors glistened with damp. All of a sudden, I could see ghostly shadows near. Out came ... a dragon. This savage dangerous creature stared at me with his evil fiery red eyes.

A brown mist gushed from the spars on it's powerful front legs. I could tell this creature was blood thirsty. All of a sudden  his razor sharp teeth as well as fire. It roared. It came closer. I shivered. Slivering towards me ,I could now see it's rhino horns they were covered in sharp spikes. Boiling saliva dripped from the savage dragons' jaw.

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I am going to confront the beast alone. I am not going to let any of my men die just to obtain provisions. I wondered what beast lay ahead. I had a feeling that... No. Stay focussed. Must slay the beast. Stepping forwards made me shiver with immense fear. But I trudged onwards; I was going to kill the beast. My boots on the pine needles seemed unbearably loud in the deathly silence. This must have alerted the beast of my presence. I arrived in the wooden cave, holding my breath. Before me was a beast. A Dragon. A destruction monster. A menace. The Dragon. It was fear, menace and death combined. Every atom in it petrified me: whatever I describe it like is infinitely worse. How was I going to defeat the beast? It was going to defeat me. Its legs were blue pillars cloaked in muscle. Its talons were swords but ten times larger, sharper and more beautiful. I could not even believe reality from the gate of thorn. It was majestic and unbelievably good looking yet it was gruesome and menacing. Covering its body was a blue hide coated in scales like blue shields tied to its body, Looking at the walls of the wooden mansion, all I could see was black. it was as if the walls were black holes all wanting to swallow me up. Its head was like an arrow. Strong. Powerful. Elegant. Deadly. this was the end of me. I noticed that the dragon was eyeing me too - not with fear, with hunger and interest. I had to slay the dragon. It edged towards me confidently. I drew my sword. All of a sudden, the dragon lunged at me with its arrow-like head speeding at me with immense power. Without even thinking, I tolled to the right narrowly missing the blow. This time, the beast was angered.

Cautiously with me leading the troop of Ithacan soldiers, we walked on towards the patch of molten sand. It was bubbling ferociously not caring if it was to swallow all entities and objects. Whatever caused the sand to melt, it was powerful and not to be messed with. I was dumbfounded. What furnace or beast could keep sand molten for so long? More carefully than before, we entered the mangled city of branches with daggers, swords and battle axes grasped in both hands. Trudging for what seemed like a millennuum,

We waited till noon to dock our boat on the golden carpeted beach. The forest consisted of spruce, oak and mainly pine slowly increased in height as it neared the centre of the mediterranean island. It was a lot like the rocky Ithaca. As far as I could tell no animals fit to eat inhabited the island. My men and I jumped of the prow of the ship into the warm sea. I spotted a patch of molten sand. Something lived in the forest that was not average! A beast.

We hurdled out of the Hender - our boat - and headed straight for the forest. After scrambling up the last grassy bank we met a long line of trees stood like guards on the gates of Ithaca. The branches were like witches fingers indicating me to come ever closer. The windy trees wrapped roughly in ancient bark. The journey had just begun ...

The decision was made. Me and two of my men would journey deep into the cave (to defeat the beast) to save my friends. My crew. My family. With pride, I stepped into what seemed like an endless tunnel of decay and despair. The floor cracked with every step, making my comrades jump out of their skin. Out of the gloom, a dim light appeared and then I could see my surroundings. Gold. Endless piles of gold and jewels. Skeletons. Everywhere. Taking a deep breath in, we carried on walking until we came upon a cavern filled with bones and armour. Something caught my eye. My friend who we lost in the forest. His armour. His bones. I needed to get revenge. The challenge was on. We spotted the shadow of a beast. Within seconds, we saw it. A dragon. A glowing dragon. Empowered by fire. It had two scaly legs, tipped with talons like swords.

I sprinted towards the weapon wall and grabbed a bow and a bag of arrows, a shield and a sword. I swiftly ripped a board from the ground, the heat of the fire on my face was extreme , the smoke gushing up my nostrils and into my lungs. As quick as a flash, I shouted to my crew to come and grab onto the board so we could jump overboard and swim to safety. We leapt of the edge and plunged into the freezing waters, swimming as fast as we could to the island. We were there in no-time and once we reached the shoreline I crawled onto the frozen, hostile landscape and collapsed. The island had an eerie feeling to it, the mountain stood like a dagger ready to be used. I got to my feet and the snow crunched underfoot but I didn't think that snow was this crunchy, so I looked down and what I had stepped on was truly horrible.

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with dampness from where water had leaked through the rocks- causing boulders and dust to fall onto my men- killing them instantly. Every so often we thought we had enough luck and bravery to win the creature would then lunge at my men flicking them off the sheer perilous mount. Luck wouldn't help us. Every time I my weapon into the beasts wriggling skin ,it bounced off. It was unbeatable. Suddenly an idea formed in my head. I screamed at my men, "Aim for its ears, aim for its nose!" In no time at all, ten to twenty arrows were stuck up the beasts' nose and in its ears- preventing it from smelling or hearing. Whilst yelling at my men to fill the empty bags with food, I delivered what I hoped be the final blow. The monster was stumbling everywhere, bloodthirsty breaths and the bellowing and deafening roar was all that came to the ear. As I prepare myself and my spear, all I could think about was home and my beloved Penelope. All those years of war and fighting gone to waste if we didn't escape. I ready my spear and shouted, "For Ithica!" I lunged at the beast and stabbed it. There was a joy stump as it hit the ground.

however only a God could accomplish that fete), we finally stumbled across a lava stream. It was thin and puny however the molten rock could kill even if a man was not to touch the stream. My men with battle axes got to work felling great pines: we were going to push the pines across the lava. To my surprise I found the lava produced no heat. Gods used magic on this lava. Walking briskly yet cautiously, we followed a bracken covered path. One of the hunters that recently joined the troops said that this was made by cows many years ago. All of a sudden, I bumped into nothing. I took a step back and then walked forwards and bumped into nothing again. This time, I tried to walk forwards harder still it was as hard as iron. Seeing it was impassable I put my gauntlets on the invisible barrier and ran them across the barrier and found dents . It was Greek. And it was a riddle. I fly and breathe fire I vary in size and colour we have immense power. What am I? We discussed the riddle until I said a dragon from the Gods. I walked forwards and it was gone. All of a sudden five of my men disappeared into infinity. They were gone.

We scoured the tree tops for a source of life- a source of food. When one of my men called us over, we followed his distant gaze and spotted mountain summit. Like a freshly forged blade, its mountain top looked menacingly at the the surrounding beaches, almost touching the inky blue sky. We jumped of the ship; it seemed that darkness fell suddenly like a curtain. The sand felt gritty and uneasy beneath our wearing shoes. Sharp rocks pierced our feet like broken glass bottles. Our clothing was gnarled and on the ships hull as we jumped down. A smell of charred meat wafted towards us; I looked at my men as they looked longingly down the path. I could almost hear their thoughts; it was obvious. After months of sailing in frigid conditions, with little to no food, I knew that the only chance of survival was to explore and hope. The quiet screamed at me as I saw the first of the trees. Like witches fingers indicating me to come forward...

Blood was pouring from my head. Swiftly picking up my sword, I ordered my man to get it to look up. Straight away he set to work, leaping onto its back and up its neck. Pulling its head up, I darted towards it and leapt up to its neck. Plunging my sword into its throat, it wailed in pain as my man jumped of it and it slumped to the ground, inhaling its last breath. Cheering in victory, we dragged the body out of the cave and into the sun. The skeletons released my two crew members and told us that their friends had a boat on the beach. The dragon's meat was now our food and we could collect river water for our own uses. We were soon back at the ship, food loaded and water collected. The ship was finely carved with a beautiful sail. I gripped the helm and the skeletons pushed us off. It was over. For now...

Chapter 1- The Island

Months ago Hermes told me this would be a challenge; I now realise how right he was. For many, many moons, we waged war with the harsh sea, fighting against the torrent surf as we looked out for a substance of food. Rumbling stomachs mingled with the crashing waves before us. Our crates of nourishments slowly decreased until there was nothing left. Nothing. One evening I caught sight of the cold dark water below and decided that we needed to find an island rapidly. After changing our course and sailing for two days, we distinguished a sandy beach surrounded by a black blanket of swirling sea and stormy sky. It seemed only a second ago that the beach was lonesome, yet now we saw impenetrable forests looming over us and windy trees wrapped roughly in ancient bark.

Why were my men disappearing out of thin air?

All of a sudden the ground started to shake. Earthquake? There was no time for questioning. Then the ground stated to split in half and melt. Three of my men fell in and only six were left.

Screaming as if our lives depended on it, we all moved towards the mountains. The cave. Exhausted,we found it. The beasts dungeon ...

Searching for my home for many days and nights on the formidable sea, meant that our hard earned nourishments soon began to vanish. Many moons passed and the sound of my men's stomachs rumbling, deafened my ears. We needed food, and we needed it now.

Whilst gazing out to sea, my eyes soon fell upon a deathly wall of fog, surrounding a worryingly, dark island. I looked back at my men. Their eyes -the colour of a storm cloud- were noticeable against their sick, pale faces. I  new we had to take the risk.

Whilst the island creped closer, waves started to roll in fast and the clouds started turning the colour of the night sky.

Chapter 2

The journey had just begun ...

We trekked on through the path that lay ahead. My men were shaking with fear. I told them to stop letting fear take over their bodies. But as soon as the words left my mouth, there was an ear-piercing roar in the distance.

Moving closer, I saw a tree with deep grooves that looked like they were made by claws. Enormous claws. The beast was close.

For many days, I (Odysseus) have been sailing our ship through countless oceans to hopefully get a glimpse of Ithaca. As the day progressed , our stock of food and water was depleting rapidly and my men were beginning to starve; I was panting with dehydration. As the thirst began to get to me, I random fit of anger due to the approaching storm. As a sailor, I was expected to know that storms bring violent seas and that we must dock on a nearby island. All of a sudden, the storm was gaining speed, dashing towards us and our only transportation. The storm had hit, our ship was rocking like a bull with a man on its back. In an instant, the boat was caught in a whirlpool, getting spun around like it was on a pivot. The ship was flung into the air, revealing its oak rudder. One of my men had spotted an island that we must go to. Just as I gripped the helm, a bolt of lightning struck the mast, causing a flame to spread.

We trekked through the empty plains for hours. After what felt like hours, we came upon a vast row of trees that stood tall and firm. Intimidatingly, wind ran through the trees like a deadly moan. Cautiously, we entered the forest. Irritatingly, the carpet of leaves crunched underfoot. Without warning, one of my men was snatched into the ground and in the distance we could hear the screams of him being killed. Smoke rose in the horizon. With fear in my heart, I pressed on through the winter trap. We came to what appeared to be a tree graveyard. There were blackened, charred and skeletal trees everywhere. There was one tree that had enormous, deep claw marks embedded in its surface. A beast was near. I knew it. I could feel it. Coming back to reality, one of my men's face was pale and I soon knew why. Bones. Black bones. Human bones. Shortly after, we came upon the ghostly mountain. We began to climb and we were soon near the first ledge, halfway up the mountain, when all of a sudden one of my men slipped and plummeted to his death.

I fell over at the sight of it and then lightning struck. We heard an ear splitting roar and then we knew that we needed to discover its source, so we set off. The journey had begun.

The Final Fight

The beast was here. Hidden by a thick, tangled bunch of vines, was the mouth of a low, secretive cave. My crew had thinned out- there was only about 20 of us left. I had a hunch that the number would be smaller by the time we arrived back at the boat. If we arrived. Entering the cave with our weapons brandished, we cautiously looked around and saw a pair of gloomy, scarlet eyes emerging from the darkness. When the creature was in full view, we saw its razor-sharp claws dragging along ground. We were silent. No one dared to make a sound. After minutes of waiting, I realised that it couldn't see. That's how we were going to beat it. We charged. First we needed to injure the beast then we could outsmart it. As the battle raged on, the bloodthirsty creature swung her barbed, gargantuan into the dense walls- which glistened

The beast had two enormous wings with tiny claws on them. Its horrifying face was scarred and wounded and had ram-like horns. I began to protest. "Beast!" I yelled, "come forth and fight me!" Spinning its head round, its neck started to turn orange. Dashing for cover, me and one of my men dived behind a rock but the other couldn't do it in time. Fire. The beast released its flames upon my man. Ashes remained. It reared its head just enough so I could see a missing scale. A weakness. Darting out from my cover, I dashed towards the creature, lunging for its legs. Violently flapping its wings, I missed my target. Its claws pierced my skin, turning my white cloak red. Enraged, I ran to the wall of the cave, (that was one metre away) jumped up onto it and thrust myself onto its back. Fiercely rocking, it threw me off its back and onto a rock. Searing pain ripped through me. I was going to die. It fiercely swung its tail at me but my man pulled me out of the way and helped me up.

The Adventures of Odysseus Quest for the beast

It was the darkest night I had ever encountered, on my voyage. My men were starving, so was I; never before had I encountered such a phenomenon ( I could not believe my dry dehydrated eyes ). Suddenly, appearing out of infinity, was an island and for all I could make out in the light it was paradise. Paradise. Paradise! I gazed in wonder at its beauty. Before I could even open my mouth one of my crew shouted and raised the alarm. Which God or Goddess would help me as dearly as this ? The thought drifted deeper into my head like drift wood caught in a current ; I kept trailing back to the same answer ( Zeus or one of the other regal Gods ) ! The barrels of mead  had been drained and now perished and and all we had to drink was salt water. Our mutton had been devoured two moons ago and we only had the fish in the treacherous sea to devour.

Chapter 1

The crashing of the waves was interrupted by the rumbling stomachs of my men. I knew we had to find a source of some kind of nourishment : we had run out. As if a miracle happened before our eyes, it was my duty to tell my men to head towards our only sign of life : the island.

We docked our ship on the ghostly, white, sandy beach that belonged to the island, we had just come upon. Does anyone inhabit this island? The wind howled at us, trying to tell us danger was looming ; I wish I knew. But as I looked around the only sight was crusty lips and colours drained from every one of their faces. On the horizon, like spears sent from hell, the summits of the mountains, were as sharp as a freshly forged blade.

With no time to mourn our comrade, we hauled ourselves up onto the ledge where we led there panting for air. We soon noticed that there was a cave behind us and when we got up two of my men were snatched to the side by skeletons. The skeletons held knives to my men's throats and the skeletons said, "Defeat the beast or it will feast!" I knew what I had to do. Slay the beast.

The voice immobilised me and I was in shock. Then, the gargantuan reptile pushed me onto the moist forest floor; it used one of its enormous talons. I was trapped. I had nothing to do but cry out in despair. Like thunder from the regal Zeus, the beast started to speak again. This time with kindness it is voice. It said, "I will help. You pitiful, weak mortal because you have not got a chance to slay me. You will ride on my back and I will fly you to your ant-sized boat. I did what the dragon told me to do and it flew me down to the boat and I laid down. On the boat were piled of cooked beef and barrels of mead. The treacherous journey to the island had ended.

I (as Odysseus) went to go next so didn't lose any of my men any of my other men ; I rushed through the river dripping from sweat.  

Lighting struck as we approached the other side of the island .

Every second I could feel a tremble beneath my feet. I spied a trunk with claws marks engraved on its bark.

Chilled to my bones, I heard a howl upon the winds that looked on us. Between the sea and the sky, I could feel someone or something was near . A beast was watching. I could feel it . Panic rose to my chest as we found huge blackened trees . Whilst shivers shot down my spin, we continued our trek. In the distance, I could see more and more snapped branches that have been bit we could see the teeth marks. Leaves rustled as we looked up to the sky and saw a huge dark, black rain cloud. Above the clouds, I could feel the Gods and Goddess were watching over me telling me to continue. Hoping to live. As we travelled I admired this horrid place it was smoking everywhere even on the trees it was terrifing.

Odysseus' voyage

Chapter 2: The Mountain.

After hours of walking, my legs were trembling with exhaustion. I couldn't keep this up. Falling in a flash, my hand was soaked by the frigid waters of a river. Chilled to my bones, I struggled to my feet and gazed out at the ferocious, raging waters. Foolishly, one of my men waded out into the river. He was swept of his feet. Gone. Forever. Never to be seen again. As the captain of the crew, I heroically plunged into the freezing waters of Zeus' blind rage. Wading deeper and deeper, a storm formed and immediately thunder stuck; the thunder storm caused the water to bubble. I barely made it to the other side. I called for my men to toss me a rope. The rope was wrapped firmly around my wrist. One by one my men joined me.

Fearing the worst, I pulled my bow and arrow out of its case. The battle against the unknown had begun.

The dragon's teeth were as sharp as Poseidon's trident ; his fingers were speared by hooked claws as dangerous as my weapons. I shot my first arrow. It hit the dragons foot. Now I was in danger !

Its fire was burning me from miles away. What would happen when it comes close ?

Then flying at full speed, the dragon came towards me. I held my breath, closed my eyes and waited. I woke up on the floor with a stabbing pain in my leg. It was pouring with blood. Waiting for miracle to happen, I stayed were I was.

Then I saw it. The dragon had a weakness. I knew that I could win.

Just above his knee, the dragon was badly wounded. I grabbed my bow and arrow just in time and...... I did it. He fell back into (what looked like) a never ending pool of darkness. It was quiet to quiet. Meaning that I had won. I defeated the unknown.

I could tell this  was going to be the end.

Shooting towards me, the dragon shot fire at me and my men luckily we ducked. There was a scream. It was in the cave. " HELP!" Someone shouted. Fircely, it swung its tail across ruining the cave. The person disappeared. Shooting towards me , the dragon came to attack. Thrusting my spear, I plunged it at  the dragon as hard as I could. Hoping to live. All of my men stepped back however only two stayed with me. To merciless ,red eyes bore down on me and my two men . Terrified and scared. Darting to the left, I swung my weapon vioently at his throat.

It went silent. BOOM! trees burnt down as the dragon shot out his fire. I lost my men I could see there ashes as the wind howled and whooshed. Plunging my sword into his tail I heard its cry. It was so high pitch. The dragon got his razor sharp claws out and lunged down at me. This dangerous creature had powerful hind legs and a Kangaroo tail. But worse. but I spotted a weakness in his amour- a spot just below his stomach. My arrow went right on his weak spot. YAY!  I did it once more to make sure he was gone, gone forever . We defeated him. Me and my two men who were left cheered.

Now we had to find food. me and my men were starving. After we found food we aboraded our ship and sailed safely home. On a calm, cold sea. 

Lifting my sword, I was prepared for battle My men were to scared and they all ran away. So I decided to face the beast alone. Moving quietly, I plunged my spear into the dragon back.

We had to keep going . At that point, we were exhausted. Not long after one of my other men went missing I could only see a shadow as I turned around . I heard a scream. I and the rest of my men followed it led to a ... You won't believe it . A cave. This revealed human bones surrounding the humongous cave. What will happen? this might be a beast lair ...

Without warning, the monster opened its jaw and let out a jet of flame at my body. I dodged the flame by falling onto the floor and pushed myself forwards like a worm. The time the beast was properly angered and let out a bright light blue sword of flame stretching fifty metres. There was nowhere to go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a steel shield racing towards me and I caught it with no moments to spare. The shield became a brilliant bright yellow and it fell on the floor with a large splat. Then it ran at me with wings flapping to propel its bulk faster than I thought was possible. All I could do was hold my sword out like the watch towers surrounding Ithaca and now I had to hope just hope and close my yes. Now all I felt was immense pain (worse than any pain I had felt). It was a horrid, scorching hot burning sensation. Thinking I was no longer living, I tried to open my eyes and succeeded in the task. Horror struck, my arms were red and all my hair had burnt up in the inferno. Unsurprisingly, I could not feel my arms. Almost instantly, the dragon spoke then not out loud but in my mind. How was this possible? Dumbfounded, I closed my eyes and saw that the dragon was a white shape and I could talk to the dragon but it would not heed my words and it boomed in my head: "Do not think that you could slay me and do not trespass on my realm!"

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Whilst I was approaching the island , the black deadly mountains whisper upon my ear.

We needed to find food. We could die! As soon as I stepped onto the island, I heard a crunch. You wouldn't believe it. It was human bones. It terrified me. Not long after we started our journey.

My body was trembling. As we set upon our journey. After pushing through the icy frigid landscape we reached a rushing gushing river with a bridge . Me and my men decided to cross . One of my men went first. Without warning , my man slipped to death. We were one man down. Terrified and full of fear, my man slipped on ashes.

Suddenly, me and my men heard the wind singing a deadly tune.

This must have been a warning to go back.  We could not because we were so hungry .  Not long after, a dark black powerful mist blackened out the pathway ahead.  All of a sudden, we saw colossal mountains that had spikes dangling from the ice blocks above. 

Chapter 2- Entering the unknown

After stumbling around helplessly lost for hours, I spied an old bridge. Hanging over the edge of the unknown darkness, the rotten wood was slowly falling of. We knew that this was the crossing. The only crossing. As the first dozen of my men walked safely across, I sighed of relief. Me and another few hurried across, but as we made it onto the solid, frigid, icy ground, my stomach was gripped with anxiety. Shouts echoed behind me. As I turned, my throat went dry like sand paper and my tongue thick. My instincts screamed at me to retreat back- that nothing good would come out of this perilous journey. I ignored that voice I my head... We arrived at the mouth of the forest at sun-down; we didn't have long before we all got sick of exhaustion and hunger. With no time to mourn our fallen comrades, we trudged along the impaired ancient thicket- which was silent and secretive; in this forest nothing stirred.

My heart was pounding in my chest - I wanted to leave.

After looking over the cliff edge, I started to turn back. My men's starving faces begged me to carry on. One of my men took a step over the unsteady rope bridge. We heard an ear-spitting shriek. He was gone ; gone forever.

Frozen with horror, I could feel my stomach grip. Am I going to survive?

We barely made it across. I had lost three men and we weren't even close to the mountain. 

After what felt like hours, we arrived at a narrow line of trees which stood tall like the guards in Ithaca. The heavy wind scratched my face-like a knife-as it pushed passed us. With fear in our hearts, we came across a log with claw marks(like I have never seen before) engraved on it. We weren't alone on this island...

Sounds of danger drifted through the air as we approached the end of the wood. I looked up at the mountain- the quiet screamed at me. I knew we had a long climb ahead. Whilst walking smelt burning. Something isn't right.

All of a sudden, one of my men screamed. His face as white as paper and his arm pointing at something. I didn't like what I saw. Clothes. Ripped up and burnt. Human clothes. We were getting close. Really close.

In the distance I could see it. It was right there in front of me. 

Slobbery chewed-up meat all around the cave. Suddenly, one of my men spotted another dragon. Strangely, it wasn't moving. But it didn't take long to realize it was dead. Its blue eyes staring at us weirdly, trying to tell us to run. Run far. When we looked into the cave - the beasts home - there was fire and ice everywhere. It looked there had been a argument which does explain why we heard loud roars and why the path split in half. I told my men to find out what its weakness was.

Everyone has a weakness, right?

Suddenly the Beast spotted us there's no choice but to run. Because it was already tired, it wasn't hard finding its weakness. Recruited my meant to aim for it the heart. Scales already peeling off around the area and bite marks all over its body Savage teeth as sharp as Poseidon's trident came towards me and my men.

With fear gripping to my bones, we set off again trying to be as cautious as possible. But not cautious enough. Life flashed before my very eyes. I was going to die. Death. Never see family again. Death. Never see home again. Death. But. No. Before me was a gargantuan wolf and it had died before it could kill anyone. Dead. My men were in shock. Just like me. Behind the beast was a wall of pines so closely growing together it was a wall of wood with leaves on it. The beast's lair. This was it.

As we approached a small clearing and shared what little food we left, I noticed charred rocks scattered around and smoking. We carried on.. Like barbed wire, vicious vines blocked our path; we had scratches all over our faces from smoking, overhanging branches above us. The silence was eerie and lonesome: we were surrounded by a wall of secrecy. At last we arrived at the mountains- a hostile jagged peak carved by the magic of nature. Immediately we started to scale the ghostly pyramid and uncover the secrets and lies within the hard, white rock. Someone would talk or sigh every couple of minutes but when they stopped, the silence came surging back, wrapping around me and the crew making us feel isolated from the rest of the world. We then came to rest on a ledge. I was drenched in sweat. When I hauled myself up, I saw my men huddling around something their faces dangerously white, their lips blue. Bones. Smoking human bones. Burning our lungs like the fumes of brimstone.

For many days our ship waged war with the violent seas until a member of the crew spotted an island in the distance .  Travelling towards the island, my men were moaning like children because we had no food to eat . That's why we need to get  to this island .The huge whisper of the winds headed towards us as we travelled. This was our only option to survive .  The sea got stronger; the wind got powerful . I as Odysseus  told my men that we will not go home until we are fed - we were dying from starvation .  The wind was screaming an the rain soaked our cloaks.

My men felt terrified .  I told them " are you hungry or not ?" This is our only way of surviving .This place looked very icy . When we looked up  we saw a lethal storm cloud.

The cave was a black hole - a silent screaming mouth in the face of a rocky mountain. I decided to enter.

Nervous and frightened, me and my men began to walk into the cave. It was hot. Too hot. I turned to go but I remembered why we were here ; we were too close now. To close to turn back.

Looking around, I saw the inky black maze of dangerous slippery paths leading to low dark tunnels. We continued. With fear in our hearts, we spotted a creature in the distance. Where were we?

Approaching it at low speed, I could see it had wings, a tail and a scaly body. Then someone shouted : " Lets get out of here!!" I knew what he had done. He woke it. The dragon.

That is when I saw it. The mountains in the distance looked like jagged knives ; below them were what looked like piles of sticks. My men and I dropped the anchor and clambered of the boat. The wind started to whistle (a deadly tune) and we realised that the sticks weren't sticks at all. They were bones. Burnt bones.

I could smell the fear of my men. I could also smell burning. Then (whilst my legs were trembling) I came across something I have never seen in my life.

Something is mysterious about this island. Now I know what it is........

Entering it, the cave was hotter than it should have been. Then we heard it. It was louder. A roar.

We all started to tremble. But I insisted we ventured in a bit. Even though I knew it would get even more dangerous, I still remained with my decision. So we went on. Not only did we hear it. But definitely we saw it. It was big. No huge. No substantial. The beast had powerful hind legs and feet which were tipped with vicious talons. It was thin, two-legged creature, with seven clawed toes on each foot. It's arms were small, yet muscular with webbed fingers. A dragon.

More and more burnt trees came into sight. Damp moss and charred trees were all that came to the island. Our hearts, jumped at every creak they made. Suddenly, a faint scream came upon my ears. I did a quick head count, making sureeveryone was accounted for.

Oh no! David!?

Where is he? Lost!?

Out of nowhere, I saw the most horrible thing : bones. Human bones. Piled like sticks on a fire. Panic rose in our chests, as we quickened up our pace. And moved on. Our throats were dry. Our tongues thick and heavy in our mouths. The silence came surging back, wrapping round me, making me feel isolated from the rest of the world. I was so blanked out, I didn't even realize that Manny had gone. Disappeared.

 My men stumbled back- some of them falling back down the mountain. Their cries rang in my ears like church bells. I didn't care I had to show no mercy. If we were to beat this beast, I had to show no mercy. 

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