The sky loomed red like spewing blood. Holy Island shivered in consternation. Its monks incessantly plucked precious artefacts from their haunts and fixed them deep, hoping the soil would protect them eternally.
Hive-like, they toiled, even as longships crashed upon the shore. Angry waves lobbed their ferocious cargo landward. Twisted silhouettes shifted maliciously forward. The holy men said their final prayers. Preservation turned to onslaught. They would not give up easily. Battle cries and bloodshed drenched the cold-hearted earth. Silence.
Death and destruction left more than ashes. Only the Norsemen knew what lay hidden. Waiting.
by Charley Holmes (Winner) (9)
Christ Church Primary School, Cheltenham
Competition - Ancient Adventures
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